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   We had Walt drive us in the Limo to the airport to pick up Carmen, but
thought it best if the girls wait at the house so Patricia and I would have
time to prepare her.  Walt let us off at the International Terminal at SFO
and found an out of the way spot to park while we waited for Patricia's
sister to clear customs.  She came alone this time, and I was disappointed
not to get another chance to see her kids and Sam.

   As she emerged from customs, I called Walt and by the time we got to the
curb, he was just pulling up.  After a brief peck on the cheek from Carmen,
I was pretty much ignored by the ladies as Patricia told Carmen the latest
news.

   "How does she look, Patricia?" Carmen asked, "What kind of person is
she?"

   "She's a beautiful, mostly well-adjusted young lady," Patricia answered,
"but she's had a lot of really serious issues dropped on her in a very
short period of time, and has never been very secure about her sex.  She's
attending Stanford, and, at least until all this happened, was, I believe,
doing well.  I haven't asked recently.  Actually, you may have met her the
last time you were here."

   "The young red-haired friend of Felicia's?" she asked.

   "The very same."

   "I only saw her a time or two," she mused, "we never really got
introduced.  I wish I had known!"

   "Don't we all, Sis!" Patricia replied.

   "And her name is Jennifer?" Carmen was hanging on every word.

   "Yes, but she introduces herself as 'Jenny'," her sister replied, "so
that's what we call her.  She's been hanging around a lot since her
parents, that is, Lenny and Megan, got divorced.  We offered her a place to
stay the other day when Lenny died, since Megan has been drinking a lot."

   "Don't tell me - you and Gary decided to 'comfort' her in your bed, and
that's when you discovered..." Carmen didn't get to finish the sentence.

   "Actually, no." Patricia said, "We happened to walk in on her, thinking
she would still be asleep, and her morning erection was poking its head out
of her panties.  It was she who sent Felicia to ask Gary...  I hope you
don't mind.  She is, after all, above the age of consent, and we thought it
best..."

   "Mind what?" Carmen asked.

   "She asked if Gary would be her first man," Patricia said, gazing
intently at her sister's expression, "and we consented.  I'm afraid, as of
yesterday, she's no longer a virgin."

   Carmen burst out laughing, "Mind?!  Why would I mind?  Every young girl,
especially those made like us, should have a Gary, or someone like him, for
their first!"

   "Well," Patricia continued, relieved, "Your daughter certainly seemed to
enjoy HER first time!"

   "Wait, let me guess!" Carmen said, "You watched the whole thing!"

   "Well, most of it!" my wife replied, "I was, um, otherwise occupied for
some of the time.  But, enough about Jenny.  You'll meet her very soon, and
I'm sure she'll steal your heart as she has ours.  I spoke briefly with her
mother when we took Jenny to pick up her things..."

   "Megan?" Carmen asked anxiously, "How is she?  Does she remember me?"

   "She's had a rough time, too, Carmen." Patricia answered, taking her
sister's hands, "She and her husband had only recently gone through a
divorce, then he died in a plane crash, and, well, she hasn't handled it
well, I'm afraid.  She's going into rehab tomorrow for alcohol dependency."

   "Oh no!" Carmen clearly felt something, still, for Megan.  "I hope she's
going to be alright!  Is there any way that I can see her before she goes
in?"

   "That was my next question, dear sister," Patricia smiled, "I've already
asked her if she'd like to, so we'll swing by there on the way home.

   I gave Walt the address through the intercom and soon we were sliding to
a stop in front of the Erikson residence.  We hadn't made it up the walk to
the front door when it opened and Megan emerged, looking better than she
the day before, but wearing a worried look.

   "Carmen?" she queried, "Is it really you?"

   "Megan!" Carmen replied, taking a quick step forward, then stopping,
unsure.

   Patricia and I hung back, ready to offer support if needed or return to
the car if privacy seemed warranted.

   "I wasn't sure you would want to see me again..." Megan said.  "Can you
ever forgive me?"

   "There's nothing to forgive, Megan." Carmen replied softly.  "I finally
came to the realization that you did what you thought was best for
everyone. I can't fault you for that."

   "I can!" Megan said bitterly.  "I chose what I thought was security
over...  over you!  Why didn't you tell me your family was rich?  It would
have made things so much easier!"

   "I couldn't!" Carmen cried, "I needed you to love ME!  Even as
desperately as I wanted you to choose me, I knew that it had to be ME not
my family's money, or it would have been empty and meaningless!"

   Jenny's mother nodded, crushed.  "I know.  I know.  I DID love you
Carmen!  But...  Oh HELL!  I thought I was going places, and I couldn't see
myself getting there with a, a...  hermaphrodite!"

   Carmen said nothing for a long moment, but stood there, dejected.  To my
surprise, she squared her shoulders, walked up the steps to where Megan
stood and embraced her.

   "And now, Red?" she asked softly, "How do you feel now?"

   The redhead sobbed and clung to Carmen for dear life.  It was a long
time before she could speak.

   "I f-feel like a goddamn fool!" she finally cried.  "You were the b-best
thing that ever came into my l-life, and I threw you away like some kind of
trash!  Can you ever forgive me?"

   "Already done, Red." This was a stronger, more assured Carmen than the
one I had met just out of therapy.  Her time in the Islands had done
wonders for my wife's twin!  She was acting more like Patricia now.

   "Look," she continued, "why don't you come with us.  I've got to get
changed and get something to eat that wasn't heated in a microwave at
thirty thousand feet.  We'll talk things over, and see where we go from
here."

   "I'm supposed to check into a rehab clinic tomorrow..." Megan said.

   "We'll see that you get there on time." Carmen said.  "If you're already
packed, why don't you bring your bags with you, and we can leave from our
house.  You and I have a lot of ground to cover in a very short time, and
I'd rather start over a full meal.  Besides, I still need to meet my
daughter!"

   "Okay." Megan replied meekly, "Will you wait here?  Please?  T-the house
is a mess, and, well, just wait, okay?"

   "I'll be here." Carmen smiled.

   I looked at Patricia, only to find her turning to me with the same
expression of wonder that my face must have worn.

   "My God!" she whispered, "Is this my poor, emotionally disturbed sister?
I guess being a demi-goddess is better therapy than all the psych wards in
the world!"

   "I'll say!" I whispered back, "Why haven't we seen this Carmen before?"

   "I suppose the situation hasn't arisen that would allow her strength to
show." Patricia replied.

   "Do you suppose she'll want MY job?" I joked.  "I could use a little
break..."

   "No way, Jose!" My wife elbowed me in the ribs, "You're too damn good at
it!  I'll stay in the chairman's seat, and I'm leaving YOU where you are!"

   "What?  No chance for career growth?" I sighed.  "I should have known
this was a dead-end job!"

   We had gotten so absorbed in our repartee that we hadn't noticed Megan's
return.

   "What are you two laughing about?" Carmen asked as she came up to us,
arm-in-arm with Megan.

   Patricia placed a restraining hand on her shoulder and asked severely,
"Okay, who the hell ARE you and what have you done with my sister?"

   Carmen laughed and replied, "I guess having the responsibility for
keeping an entire Island nation's luck flowing changes a person!  It really
is me, though!  Honest!"

   "It's a wonderful you, sis!" Patricia said, "I guess the tropics agree
with you!"

   "Yeah, I guess they do!" Carmen responded.

   The three ladies linked arms and walked back to the limo together.  I
followed along behind, happily absorbing the sight of three lovely asses
swaying in front of me.

   Patricia and I discussed CI business on the way home, trying not to
eavesdrop on the low-voiced conversation between Carmen and Jenny's mom.

   At the house, pandemonium erupted as soon as we walked in the door! 
Jenny had so many questions for Carmen and her mom that couldn't wait, and
she tried to ask them all at once.  At the same time, Felicia was intent on
welcoming Carmen and showing her how the twins had grown, while Edgar tried
to get someone to let him know where Megan's bags were to be stowed.

   Finally, I put two fingers in my mouth and emitted a shrill whistle.

   In the silence that followed, I told Edgar to place Megan's bags in
Carmen's room for now, that we would sort them out later.  I then turned to
Jenny.

   "Carmen," I began the introduction, "this is your daughter Jenny. 
Jenny, Carmen is your biological father."

   Suddenly, Jenny was shy.

   "Um, pleased to meet you, uh, I, uh guess." She said.  "Um what do I
call you?  I mean, 'Dad', 'Pop', 'Father', all those just don't seem right,
you know?"

   Carmen laughed and embraced her.

   "You're right, of course!" She replied, "I guess 'Carmen' will do until
we come up with something that fits better, if there is anything.  You are
SO beautiful!  You have your mother's hair and eyes!"

   "Yeah," Jenny blushed, "but I'm told I resemble YOU below the waist!"

   "I'm told the same thing!" Carmen laughed, "There's so much I want to
learn about you, Jenny!  Tell you what, I'm sure you've got a lot of
questions for me, too, but I'll be here for as long as we need to catch up.
Your mom is going into rehab tomorrow, so if you can wait just one more
evening, I'll probably be able to answer your questions better if she and I
spend tonight getting reacquainted.  Can your questions wait until
tomorrow, dear?"

   "Well, yeah, I guess." Jenny said.

   On impulse, she tiptoed and kissed Carmen on the cheek.

   "You're as beautiful as Aunt Patricia!" she said, before backing off and
letting Felicia have her turn.

   By the time Carmen had finished being appreciative of the
accomplishments of Artemis and Atea, as told by nearly everyone in the
house, Gwen was standing in the doorway clearing her throat for attention.

   "Dinner is served in the main dining room!" she said, when we turned to
look at her, "Welcome home, Miss Carmen!"

   "The main dining room?" Patricia asked.

   "Yes, Mrs.  Travis," Gwen replied haughtily, "and on the good china! 
There's been far too much moping about this house in the last few days. 
Seems to me we've all got something to celebrate, and it's about time we
did!  Miss Jenny has found a family she never knew she had.  Mrs.  Erikson
and Miss Carmen have found each other after all these years, and the rest
of us get to be here for this happy occasion!"

   Without waiting for a reply, Gwen spun on her heel and marched off, back
stiff and straight.

   First Patricia, then the rest of us burst out laughing!  Leave it to the
cook to put things in their proper perspective!

   The meal, of course, was superb, and Patricia, following Gwen's lead,
allowed only light conversation at the table, deftly redirecting the
thoughts of Carmen, Megan, and Jenny when they strayed onto more serious
matters.

   Jenny and her mom sat on either side of Carmen, and Patricia's sister,
in self-defense, took to asking them questions so she'd have time to eat
while they answered.

   When the meal was over, we drifted off to separate pursuits.  Carmen,
with Jenny's mom in tow, retired to her room, and we didn't see them again
until morning.

   Jenny, Felicia, Patricia and I wound up in the playroom with the twins,
but it wasn't long before the girls made excuses and disappeared too.

   I sat with Patricia and we watched as Artemis and Atea played with
various toys, always together.  If one of them got bored with what they
were doing and found another pursuit, the other soon followed.  I was
surprised that they displayed no jealousy or possessiveness over the toys.
If Missy wanted something that Atea was playing with, he gave it over with
good grace.  If Atea reached for something Missy had, she handed it to him.
It was almost as if they were one person in two bodies.

   When Missy went to the shelf and got her favorite book, brought it to
me, and settled comfortably in the crook of my left arm, Atea followed,
cuddling on my right.

   "Book!" Missy demanded, resting her curly head on my chest.  At least,
my fatherly pride turned the sound she made into 'Book'.

   Feeling like a king with these two youngsters laying so trustingly upon
me, I launched into a theatrical rendition of 'Green Eggs and Ham',
complete with tickling, that had both of them giggling.

   Somewhere near the back of the book, they fell silent, and I allowed my
voice to soften.  By the time I was finished with Dr.  Seuss, both of the
twins were sound asleep in my lap, and Patricia was looking at me in a new
way, a small smile on her face.

   There is simply no finer emotion in the world than that which arises in
a father's swelling chest as his precious babies, knowing with absolute
certainty that he will keep them safe, fall asleep in his arms, and I was
loathe to interrupt that feeling.

   Reluctantly, I stood and carried them to their room, adjacent to ours.
Patricia helped me put the little angels to bed, and we stood and watched
them for a few minutes before retiring to our room.

   As we undressed for bed, Patricia hugged me and gave me a soul-searing
kiss.

   "What's that for?" I asked, when she let me up for air.

   "For being you," was all she said, "and for turning out to be a loving
father."

   "Not my fault." I replied, hugging her back.  "It's impossible not to
love those two.  They are, after all, YOUR son and daughter.  How could I
NOT love them?"

   "Bullshit, you old softy!" she said, smiling, "I saw the way you looked
holding them!  You'd have been hooked no matter whose kids they were!"

   "Then it works out nicely that they're the offspring of the beautiful
lady who owns my heart, doesn't it?" I kissed her, this time, and it was a
long time before we separated.

   Our lovemaking that night was long, slow and deeply satisfying.

   In the morning, Megan and Carmen emerged looking rested and at peace. 
Carmen had Walt drive them to the rehab clinic while the rest of us sat
down to breakfast.

   Partway through and otherwise silent meal, I turned to my newly
discovered niece.  "How are you holding up, anyway?  With all that's
happening we haven't had much time to talk."

   Jenny turned inside herself for a moment before answering, and when she
did, she honestly expressed the jumble of her emotions.  "You know, I took
on a Business major because I wanted to be like the man I thought was my
Dad.  After the time I've spent here, and the things I've learned since he
died, I'm not so sure he was a man to idolize, after all.  I don't mean to
imply that I don't feel grief or sadness when I think about him, because I
do.  It's just that I'm starting to pity him a little.  His work, his
pursuit of money and power, were his whole life.  I can't think of a single
time that he chose to do something with me or Mom over work, if the choice
presented itself.  You, on the other hand, get upset when work interferes
with your family time, and I've seen you, several times, in the short time
I've known you, choose to interrupt work for your wife, or kids, or
Felicia, or even for me.  More and more, I'm starting to think that's what
a father should be like.  I guess I'll miss Dad, and maybe I'm fooling
myself, but I don't think I'm going to grieve much for him.  Of course,
with all that's happened, I haven't really had much time to myself, so I
guess I'll have to see."

   I took her hand and said, "I finally figured out that my family is what
I'm working for, and I want to make sure that we STAY a family, so I try to
give family priority over work.  Any time you need to talk, you let me
know. I'll make time for you, okay?  Oh, and don't let Felicia do your
talking for you.  She means well, but you need to be able to take care of
yourself, okay?"

   Jenny was silent, pensive for a long time and I finally broke into her
thoughts.

   "What are you thinking, Jenny?"

   "Huh?" she shook her head as if to clear it, "Oh!  I was just wondering
what I should change my major to!"

   "I'd say go ahead and finish the semester," I smiled, "and think about
what your heart wants you to do.  That will give you the summer to think
about it some more if need be.  By the start of the fall semester,
hopefully, you'll have a better idea."

   "Yeah," she replied, "I guess you're right!"

   Carmen and Jenny took the rest of the week getting acquainted.  Jenny
pled family emergency and got excused from her classes.  Felicia wanted to
stay at the house with her, but we insisted that she attend her classes and
give Jenny the time with Carmen.

   The following week, Jenny returned to school, but came home every
evening to be with Carmen.  By the end of the week, Carmen was missing her
other family, and wanted to take a weekend flight home.  Jenny accompanied
us to the airport, and we put Carmen on the Collins jet to send her back to
the Islands.

   "Sure you don't want to come with me, Jenny?" Carmen asked as they
hugged good-bye.

   "Not this time, Carmen." Jenny said, "I'm just settling in to one new
life here.  I don't think I'm quite ready for another yet.  I promise I'll
come visit this summer, though."

   As she watched the plane taxi toward the runway, Jenny came to stand
between us.  Putting an arm around each of us she said, "I'm going to miss
her."

   "It's only for a few weeks, dear." Patricia said, embracing the young
girl protectively.  "She'll be back when your mom gets out of rehab."

   "Yeah," she sighed, "I know.  I really hope things work out between
them, for both their sakes.  Even though it's hard to think of Carmen as my
father, I can tell that Mom still has a thing for her, and, well, I like
her too!"

   "Things will work out as they do," I told her, holding the limo door for
Jenny and Patricia to enter, "and you have your own problems to deal with,
so let them deal with theirs, okay?"

   We were silent on the ride home, each lost in his or her own thoughts.
When we got home, Jenny disappeared, and I didn't see her again until
dinner.  For once, Felicia wasn't with us over the weekend.  Hank and
Dolores had specifically invited her to go with them on a weekend jaunt, so
it was just the three of us.

   "Uncle Gary," Jenny asked during a lull in the admittedly sparse dinner
conversation, "do you remember the morning you and Aunt Patricia discovered
that I was, um, like her?"

   "Yes." I replied.  "Why?"

   "Well, um," she fumbled for words, "remember when Aunt Patricia said she
'used it' that morning, and you, like, said you enjoyed it?"

   "Yes

   I glanced at Patricia and got a smile before answering.

   "If the twins cooperate and go to sleep at a reasonable hour," I said,
"I don't see why not.  Shall we join you, or would you like to try out our
'big ol' bed', as Felicia calls it?"

   "Well, uh, actually," she fumbled, a flush almost hiding the freckles on
her face, "I'd kinda like to do it in the, uh, playroom."

   My only reply was a single raised eyebrow.

   "I, uh, I want to, you know, uh, sorta tie you up!" If anything, her
blush was even deeper.

   I didn't have to look at Patricia to know she was smiling when she said,
"You'll have to be a little more assertive if you want to control the CEO
of Collins Industries, dear.  Allow me to demonstrate."

   My lovely wife's voice took on a familiar, silky chill as she said "Your
naked presence is required in the playroom, Mr.  Travis!  Ms.  Erikson and
I shall be along shortly.  You won't disappoint us, will you?"

   "No ma'am!" I replied, slipping into a familiar role.

   I waited, bare, on my knees, for several minutes in the playroom.

   "...he's not 'like that', dear.  It's just a game we play sometimes."
Patricia was saying as she entered, "I have been the one waiting on MY
knees just as often.  You might want to try the submissive role yourself,
sometime.  Each has its thrills."

   Jenny's eyes went wide and she gasped as she saw me waiting, as ordered.

   "But, I mean," Jenny fumbled with what she wanted to say, "he seems so
strong, so confident.  How can he let you push him around like that?"

   "Don't mistake a willingness to submit occasionally for weakness, dear."
Patricia cautioned, "There are two kinds of people who can enjoy the role
of submissive.  The first is submissive by nature.  The second is so
supremely self-confident that he can slip into any role without losing
sight of who or what he really is.  That's your Uncle Gary.  If you ever
make the mistake of trying to dominate him outside this room, or without
his permission, you will soon have occasion to wish you had exercised
better judgement."

   "Don't worry!" Jenny hastened to answer.  "I'd never try that with Uncle
Gary!  It's just that, well, when Felicia and I 'played' in here, I got
wondering what it would be like to have a man at my mercy, and, well, your
husband is the only one available, you know?"

   "He IS at your mercy, dear," Patricia lectured, "and that places the
responsibility for his well-being squarely upon your shoulders.  You may
cause him a little pain, but do not injure him, understood?"

   "Yes, Aunt Patricia."

   "Very well." My wife continued, "Where would you like to begin?"

   "I-I just want him kinda laying on, maybe...  THAT bench, with his knees
on the floor." Jenny said, like an architect looking over plans for a
house.

   "Well, dear," Patricia replied, "you need to tell him what you want him
to do."

   Jenny thought for a moment then walked over to the selected bench,
pointing imperiously at a spot on the floor near one end.

   "Come here, Uncle Gary!" She ordered, her voice cracking a little. 
"Right now!"

   I stood silently, trying not to smile, and walked to where she pointed.
I stood waiting, since she hadn't said what to do when I got there.

   "Kneel!"

   I knelt upright on the spot.

   "Lay forward on the bench!"

   I obeyed.

   With Patricia's help, my niece cuffed my wrists to the legs at the other
end of the bench, and bound my knees to the bottoms of the legs on the near
end.

   Once again, I found myself naked, exposed, and vulnerable before a
beautiful lady with a big dick!  Could life get any better?  Well, I WAS
kind of hoping Jenny would follow Patricia's suggestion about trying the
submissive role...

   "Let's see..." Jenny mused, surveying my naked body.  "Oh, I know! 
Felicia used these on me!  They're delicious!"

   With that, she took a pair of nipple clamps and tightened them onto my
tender nipples on either side of the narrow bench.  With a small giggle,
she connected them with a chain passed under the bench.  After the initial
pain, they WERE delicious!  I could feel pre-cum dripping from my dangling
cock!

   "There, that's better!" Jenny said, watching my cock jerk and fling
droplets of pre-cum across the floor.  "I think he's ready now!"

   "If you want to get undressed, dear," my lover said, "I'll make SURE
he's ready!"

   With that, she lay on her back behind me and stuck her lovely blonde
head between my thighs.  The next thing I felt was my cock entering the
damp heat of her talented mouth!

   Patricia fellated me expertly while Jenny undressed.  Turning my head
sideways, I was treated to the lovely sight of my petite, red-haired niece
unconcernedly removing her clothing, except for the lovely breasts gracing
her small chest, she looked like a young girl getting ready for bed.

   As she peeled her panties down her shapely legs, Jenny caught me
watching.  She blushed, but brazened it out by striking a sexy pose, her
long, hard cock waving in front of her curvaceous body as she said, "Like
what you see, Uncle Gary?"

   "I think 'like' is rather an inadequate term to describe how I feel
about what I'm seeing, Ms.  Jenny." I replied with a smile.  "You look
absolutely stunning!"

   She blushed again and knelt to kiss me on the cheek, whispering,
"Thanks!"

   As Jenny took up position behind me, Patricia, to my great
disappointment, slid out from under me, leaving my rock-hard bobbing wetly
in the breeze.

   "Be generous with the lube, dear," she coached, "he may be accustomed to
being penetrated there but it never hurts.  In fact a good rule of thumb
is, 'If it looks like enough, it needs more.  If it looks like too much,
it's probably about right.'"

   As Jenny applied the gel to my cringing anus, my wife knelt beside me.

   "You look so yummy tied up like that, baby!" she whispered in my ear, "I
almost wish I was the one about to fuck your ass!"

   "Let me check my list..." I joked, "...why yes, we just happen to have
one mouth completely free at the other end!  Would you care to make a
reservation?"

   "What a splendid idea!" The lovely blonde replied.  "Why yes!  I believe
I would, just let me get properly dressed, or UNdressed as the case may
be!"

   In a flash, Patricia's clothes disappeared and she socketed her rampant
erection deep in my throat while coaching Jenny about HER entry.

   "Just take it easy at first." she told the young lady, "He knows how to
take it, and a little stretching won't hurt Gary, but you may find yourself
in this position with someone who's not so experienced, so learn to do it
right, dear."

   If I could, I would have laughed to hear such sound parental advice
being delivered in a situation in which most parents would never find
themselves!

   Jenny eased her slender plum inside me, and at my wife's coaching,
slowly plunged in to the hilt.  Her slimmer pole, while it reached almost
as far inside me as Patricia's didn't stretch me at all, and I enjoyed the
strangeness of the feeling as she picked up speed, sliding easily in and
out of my ass.

   "How does it feel, dear?" Patricia asked.

   "It FEELS good," Jenny replied, "but it's as much the IDEA of it, you
know?  I mean, who would have thought a little freak like me would ever get
to actually FUCK a man?!"

   "That's not just any man you're fucking there, sweetheart," my wife
chided, "that's one of the most powerful men in business today!  You're
reaming the ass of the CEO of Collins Industries!"

   "Oh my god!" Jenny cried, her thrusts speeding up.  "You're right!  I
didn't really think of it that way!"

   Suddenly, she started laughing.

   "What's so funny, dear?" Patricia asked.

   "I guess I'm getting my revenge on Uncle Gary for screwing my Dad!" she
giggled.

   "I'm not sure the effect is quite the same," Patricia laughed, "but I
see your point!"

   Personally, I was wishing they'd shut up and get on with the business at
hand, but with my mouth full of cock, there wasn't much I could do about
it!

   I forgot all that when I glanced sideways and caught our reflection in a
mirror.  What a tableau!  There I was, bound securely to a bench while a
beautiful blonde goddess repeatedly rammed her enormous cock down my
throat! Behind me, a no less lovely red-headed sprite was vigorously
prodding my rear with her long, slender pole!

   My cock, already hard and dripping, jumped and slapped against the
underside of the bench at the picture we presented!  I could tell Jenny was
getting close from the rapidity of her strokes.  Patricia, more experienced
in such matters, was just enjoying the view as her niece plundered my
fundament.

   "Ah, ah, ah...!" Jenny began emitting small cries with each thrust into
my butt.

   I concentrated and tightened my sphincter on her shaft, drawing a
single, long wail from the young girl as she drove as deeply as she could
and spewed what felt like a couple of pints of love juice into me!  For
long seconds, Jenny arched rigidly into me, then, with a sigh like a
deflating balloon, collapsed on my back.

   Patricia withdrew from my mouth, saying softly, "My turn!"

   "That was incredible!" Her niece said as she rolled off me, pulling her
softening member abruptly from within me.

   Without ceremony, my lovely wife slid into my ass in her place.  Those
elegant, long fingered hands reached around as I welcomed her cock inside
me.  One manicured finger hooked the chain attached to the nipple clamps
while the other hand wrapped itself sensuously around my petrified
man-meat!

   Like dancers who have partnered with each other for years, we slid into
the easy rhythms of familiar, loving sex.  The urgency of youth was gone,
as was the anxiety of unfamiliarity.  In its place was the certainty that
my wife would not only take her pleasure from me, but would see to it that
I got pleasure from her!

   As Jenny watched, she became aroused again and made to take Patricia's
place at my head.  I clamped my lips shut and turned my head aside as she
approached.

   "What...?" she started to ask.

   "Go wash yourself, dear." Patricia admonished her.  "There's a bathroom
through that door."

   "Oh!  Sorry!" Jenny said, and headed for the indicated portal.

   When she returned, still erect, but smelling fresh and clean, I opened
wide and welcomed her in.

   "Move with me, Jenny." Patricia instructed, maintaining her familiar
rhythm as she stroked my cock and lightly jerked at the chain attached to
my nipples.  It took a few strokes, but Jenny soon found the rhythm, and
together the three of us drove toward our climax!

   Patricia knew me well, and it wasn't long before we neared our peak. 
Jenny, with the recuperative power of youth, was not far behind!  I
squeezed my wife's shaft as her speed increased, and she stroked me faster,
using my pre-cum as lube!  Faster, harder she pumped into me, and Jenny,
caught up in our lust, kept pace.

   As my beautiful wife drove hard into my bowels, my cum gushed from my
shaft to spray the underside of the bench and the floor beneath!  Jenny,
seeing our climax, poured her lust down my throat, crying out as she did!

   Patricia rested where she was, the feel of her breasts flattened against
my back familiar and comforting.  Jenny slipped from my mouth and slipped
to the floor, her strength temporarily drained through her cock.

   "You guys are beautiful together!" She gasped.  "I used to wonder how
you could let your husband have sex with other people and still keep your
relationship strong, but after watching you, I realize that nobody could
match the way you two make love!"

   "Well," I said, "making love when you're IN love definitely has its
advantages over regular sex!"

   It wasn't many days after this that Patricia found me on the roof
terrace gazing out over the city and the bay, the tranquil scene punctuated
here and there by orange flashes of light as the sun, setting behind the
Golden Gate, reflected off a window somewhere in the East Bay.  The glass
of Laphroaig that I had brought with me was down to the last few sips.

   "What's on your mind, lover?" she asked softly slipping an arm around my
waist as she fitted her body to mine.

   "I'm just contemplating the vicissitudes of life." I replied.  "A few
years ago, all I had left in the world was one really good friend, and
that's made all the difference.  Maybe if Lenny had had a good friend,
things would have turned out differently."

   "You're such a muddlehead sometimes, Gary!" Patricia told me
affectionately.  "If you had been like Lenny - putting business before
everything else, you wouldn't have had Dolores to turn to.  By the same
token, if Lenny had been more like you, he probably wouldn't have taken
SEER as far as he did.  There were fundamental differences between you that
prevented you from living each other's lives, and playing 'what if' games
with events is futile because of those differences."

   "I guess you're right." I said offering her a sip from my glass, "Funny
thing is, I never wanted all this power and wealth.  Even now, my entire
stake in this is you, and those two funny, wonderful kids we've made
together.  Okay, Jenny, a little bit, and Carmen.  I suppose I also feel
responsible for Mary, and, to be fair, I can't very well forget about
Felicia, even though Hank's got her pretty well taken care of.  Then, of
course, there's Dolores...  Oh!  And Megan!"

   Patricia laughed softly as the list of those to whom I had grown
attached grew.  "That's the problem with caring, Gary dear!  Once you
start, it's hard to turn it off!  You know, of course, that I love that you
care for me so much, but it also makes me feel good that you care for those
that I care about, as well."

   "You don't get jealous of the time and energy I expend on all those
others?" I prodded, taking the almost empty glass back and draining the
last couple of drops.

   "Sometimes, I suppose," she said, pulling me closer, "but when I give
myself time to think about it, I realize that you wouldn't be the guy I
fell in love with if you didn't care so much about them, so I can live with
it.  You don't skimp on your affection for me.  Every little opportunity
you have, you show your love in some way, and that helps me to know that,
no matter how much you feel for all those others, your heart belongs to
me."

   "Still," I mused, "you can't deny that our lives have been unusual."

   "I guess I can't." Patricia replied, "In fact, I think it's a story that
deserves telling!"

   "So why don't you sit down and write about it?" I teased.

   "Me?" She laughed, "I'm no storyteller, but YOU are!  I think YOU should
sit down and write our story!  A lot of people would want to read it!"

   "Who?" I snorted, "Hell, what publisher would even put it in print?"

   "Who said anything about print?" Patricia replied.  "There's this new
invention - maybe you've heard of it?  It's called 'the Internet!' You can
just post it on the Internet, and thousands of people will read it!"

   "Are you kidding?" I said, "Okay, I'll put it out there, just to prove
you wrong..."

   THE END

   (Thanks to all the people who sent me feedback about this story, and to
greeneyedfemme for her help in making it better.  It's been a long, fun
ride, but it's over.  There are a thousand ways I could continue this story
ad infinitum, but I've said what I wanted to say and then some.  I need to
get back to my life, so I hope it's been as fun for you as it has for me,
and thanks again to everyone who sent me feedback!)