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Early
the next morning I woke to the pleasant sensation of having my cock
sucked. I kept my eyes closed and tried
to guess whether it was Leanne or Becky giving head. They were the logical choices as the three of us had crowded into
Leanne's bed last night to screw into the wee hours. It didn't matter to me which girl was sucking me, my sister or
the sister of my girlfriend. It really
didn't matter, it just felt good.
The
supple lips caressed the length of my cock, her tongue flickered across the
soft undersides of my glans, causing me to twitch. Dreamily I opened my eyes to watch the act of fellatio. Mom looked up into my eyes and seeing me
awake, let my turgid rod slip from her lips.
"Time
to get up sleepyhead," she greeted with a mischievous grin. "Sam'll be here in a few minutes, so
get your butt up mister and get moving."
I
glanced at the clock; it was late, very late.
"Aw, shit!" I dashed
into the shower and jumped out after ten seconds or so. Grabbing some clothes, I dashed
downstairs. Becky and Leanne were just
finishing their breakfast. Becky
commented on my nudity. "You
always come to breakfast naked?"
"Uh,
no, I..."
"Travis,
put on your pants," scolded Leanne with a grin, "we have company this
morning!"
"That's
alright dear," said Becky's mom sipping her coffee, "I sort of like
him naked, don't you, dear?"
"Oh
Mom, you just like what's between his legs," chided Becky.
"And
you don't?" smirked Becky's mom.
"Go
take care of the horses, then eat," instructed Mom in a no nonsense
manner. "Now get dressed and get a
move on it, before one of these ladies takes matters into their own
hands."
I
managed to get my jeans and my boots on and ran out to the horse stall. No time for grooming, shoving shit or
anything else other than giving them each a bucket of oats before letting them
out into the pasture. Running back to
the house, I heard Sam's horn honking.
Mom handed me my shirt and an egg sandwich and herded me out the
door.
I
slid into the front seat, pushing Katie's bra and other clothing into a pile
between us.
"Wha'cha
been up to Kern?" greeted Sam.
"Fuckin'
your mama," I replied half‑jokingly.
"Yeah
right," Sam scowled. "Where's Katie?"
"I,
uh, I guess she's still home. Becky
spent the night here."
"Shit,
we're gonna be late!" In a cloud
of dust, Sam spun his car around, throwing me against the passenger door and
charged down the driveway, hardly slowing at all for the hard turn onto the
road.
"Damn
it Dude!" I yelled fully awake now. "You don't have to get us
killed!"
Sam
laughed and gunned it, causing the old Impala to fishtail momentarily. In mere seconds we were sliding into the
Tate's drive.
"Whoa! What a rush!" I declared with a laugh
as the Tate house all but disappeared behind a huge cloud of dust. I fumbled around for a minute, sandwich held
in my mouth while I put my shirt on.
"Hey,
your dad's here," commented Sam as the Suburban came back into view.
"Yeah,
guess he didn't make it home last night."
"Guess
not. What do you suppose he was doing
here?"
Making
a circle with my thumb and forefinger while thrusting my other fingers through
the hole I chuckled, "Fucking my girlfriend."
"That
doesn't bother you?"
"Naw,
I suppose it doesn't."
"Man,
it'd bother me."
"Why? Look, I'm not the only guy with a dick and
she's not the only girl with a cunt. As
long as I'm getting all I want, why shouldn't she get all she wants?..." Sam didn't appear too convinced. "Hey, if it makes you feel any better,
I'll tell not to ever screw you again."
"Don't
do that! I just...oh, forget it! You wanna drive again?"
"I
gotta do this stupid algebra take‑home test that I left in your car
yesterday. Go get her will ya?"
Focusing
my attention to the open book test, I worked through each problem as quickly as
possible, not bothering to check the answers I was generating. I was two‑thirds through before I
looked up wondering where Sam was. The
front door opened and Sam dashed out, zipping up his pants.
"She
ain't coming! Too tired! You should see her! Soaked in dried cum, bloodshot eyes. Your dad had just finished doing her when I
came in."
"Get
a little?"
Sam
grinned. "Yeah! Sure did!"
I
managed to finish the test before we arrived at school, twenty minutes
late. Being late, I was sent to the
principle's office where I concocted a story about a flat tire. Mr. Meeks, the principle asked to see my
hands. "Your hands aren't dirty,
Mr. Kern. How is it you changed a flat
without getting dirty."
"Uh,
Sam did the work. No sense in both of
us getting dirty."
"I
see... Sam Holis. You catch a ride with Sam Holis,
right?"
"Yes,
sir."
"I
know Sam, I know his dad too... just like I know your dad. I know Mr. Higgins, the high school
principle too. Tell me, Mr. Kern, does
your father tolerate lying?"
"No,
sir!" I replied as my gut began tightening.
"I
didn't think so." Mr. Meeks looked
over his reading glasses at me adding ominously, "Neither do I. Now, do you want me to check out your story
or do you want to get this over with and accept my punishment."
The
gig was up. I sure as hell didn't want
my old man involved. "Uh, I guess
I'll accept my punishment, sir."
"Very
well, Mr. Kern." Mr. Meeks opened
a file cabinet and pulled out a file.
"Mmmm, yes... I see that your parents have approved corporal
punishment. Excellent! Select a paddle from the table."
I
got up, selected a standard plywood paddle, just like the ones Dad used. "Says here that I'm free to use my
discretion. You know what that
means?"
"Uh,
yes, Sir," I answered timidly. I
turned, dropped my jeans, and braced myself against the desk for the coming
blows.
"Mr.
Kern... You don't wear underwear?"
"Uhg,
I, I didn't..." CRACK! "Owwwww!"
CRACK! "Uhhhhhh!"
CRACK! "Ohhhhh!"
CRACK! "Mmmmm!"
"Tomorrow,
you wear underwear. Understand me? I'm going to check on you to make sure, Mr.
Kern. Do you understand me?"
"Yes
sir," I hissed through clinched teeth as my ass burned.
"If
I catch you again without underwear, I'll have Coach Bruin do the
punishment. Am I clear?"
"Yes
sir!" I whispered.
"Now,
why were you late this morning Mr. Kern?"
I
closed my eyes, wondering what I should do.
I certainly couldn't tell him the truth, that we were late because when
we went to pick up Katie, Sam had to wait until my dad had finished with
her. "We had a flat tire."
"Bend
over Mr. Kern."
I
had completely missed algebra class by the time Mr. Meeks decided that I wasn't
changing my story. What could I
do? I couldn't tell the truth, no
matter how many licks I got. I was
seeing stars when Mr. Meeks told me that the matter was settled, to get dressed
and get to class.
With
my poor butt still on fire, I stopped by my algebra class and turned in my
test. Mrs. Lucas asked if I had an
excused absence. I said no. She took the test and scrawled a big zero
across the top. "You're late for
your next class Mr. Kern," she said suppressing a snicker.
Being
careful not to be overheard, I muttered, "Fucking bitch!" under my
breath. Old biddy must've had the
hearing of a dog. I was promptly sent
back to Mr. Meeks where I was taught not to be disrespectful towards my
elders.
During
the next few classes I could hardly sit.
No matter how I sat, my butt hurt like hell. Lunch recess was a godsend as I could stand while I ate, even if
old Mrs. Cook made me sit down twice, I still got to stand through most of
lunch. A bonus was that this also
allowed me to sneak peeks down Rita's blouse.
JoAnn
wanted to know where Katie was. I told
her that she was sick. Rita asked why I
couldn't sit. I told her about this
morning, but left out the central truth.
Why did I have to say anything?
As if by telepathy word spread through the cafeteria that I had a tender
butt, and soon clowns appeared to give me a surreptitious swat whenever they
could.
Before
the bell rung, I saw Sam's little sister Penny talking amongst some
friends. I excused myself from Rita and
JoAnn and sauntered up to Penny.
"Hi,"
I said eloquently.
"Hi,
Travis," she said with glint of excitement in her eyes. "Wanna sit?"
"Uh,
no, no thanks, I can't sit, not today."
"Daddy
told me last night that I'm to start riding to school with you and Sam on
Monday. Sam's not very happy about
it. I hope you don't mind."
"Me? Why should I mind riding to school with a
pretty girl?"
Her
friends all giggled and she blushed, casting her eyes down. "Thanks Travis, you're sweet."
"Ooooo,
Penny's got a boyfriend," taunted one of the girls.
"Stop
it Nicki," growled Penny punching on her friend.
I
checked her friend out. Nice looking,
nice developing tits. 'She'd be a nice
fuck,' I thought to myself. 'Maybe...'
"So
what's up Travis?" asked Penny returning my attention to the task at hand.
"Nothing,
I just came over to say, hello."
The bell rang giving us both an excuse to end the conversation. I winked at her, turned, and headed for
class, warding off as many swats as I could from my erstwhile buddies.
The
long school day finally ended. I met
Sam back at his car. He looked
beat. "Hey Dude! What's up?"
"Shit,
Kern. My butt's sore. Got a paddling this morning."
"Me
too."
"You
did? What did you tell old Meeks?"
"That
we had a flat."
"Me
too. Higgins asked me why I wasn't
dirty, I told him you changed it. He
didn't believe me."
"Yeah,
I told Meeks that you changed it. Well,
we got at least half of our story straight."
Sam
was visibly agitated as we rode home.
Finally he came out with it.
"You think Katie will be up for a screw? If it's alright with you that is."
"I
don't know. Ask her."
"You
coming along?"
"Naw. Not today.
After all the crap Meeks gave me, I was late for English. Now I gotta write an essay on the
"Virtue of Punctuality."
"Bummer,
man, that sucks! Why don't you just blow it off?"
"Naw,
I'm already in deep shit this week. I
can't stand to take a zero in English too, not when I can avoid it."
"Do
it later."
"Naw...
Look, if you want to go screw Katie, go ahead. My pecker's still sore from
yesterday."
"That's
too bad, but I do understand."
We
pulled up to the house. "Your
dad's home," he observed. Then he
added with a touch of concern. "My
mom's here too."
"So? She's over here a lot."
"Damn
it, now I have to go in and say hello to her."
"That
might not be all you'll do," I said cryptically.
"What's
that supposed to mean?"
"Nothing
Dude, nothing." Sam followed me
in. This promised to be good.
To
my disappointment, Trisha Holis, Sam's mom, was sitting at the kitchen table
fully dressed, chatting with my Mom. It
was a scene right out of 'Leave It to Beaver'.
I was sorely disappointed as I expected her to be sunbathing nude with
Mom, or better yet, sunbathing nude with Dad drilling her. I so wanted to see the expression on Sam's
face.
"Hi,
Honey," sang my Mom.
"Hello,
Samuel, Travis," said Mrs. Holis with a warm motherly smile. "You boys have a good day at
school."
"Fine,
Mom, fine," answered Sam.
"Look, I've got a lot of homework to do, so I'll see you
later. What time are ya coming home,
Mom?"
Trisha
looked at me squarely and said, "That depends, maybe in an hour or
so. Supper's ready, so we can eat as
soon as your father gets home."
"Okay. See ya Mom.
See ya Miss Roxanne."
Sam
turned, wiggled his eyebrows at me and said, "See ya later, Dude."
"You
too, Dude," I replied.
"Can
I fix you a snack, dear?"
"Thanks
Mom," I answered, "I'm pretty hungry. What'cha got?"
"How
about some cold fried chicken."
Mom's
fried chicken was the absolute best in this or any other world. Even a few days old, stone cold in the
fridge, it was still delicious. I
joined Trisha at the table and soon I was munching down on a thigh. I felt a foot rub against my leg, and
seeing that Mom was still puttering around putting stuff back into the fridge,
it wasn't hard to figure out who was playing footsie with me.
I
tried to be cool. "Where's
Leanne?"
"She
and Becky called," replied my mom. "They were going to hook up with
Jason and Tom, and hangout with some friends."
"Hang
out?"
"That's
right."
"Yeah,
right," I said grinning as I gnawed on the bones. The foot was now rubbing my thighs.
"What's
that supposed to mean?"
"You
know...oh, forget it. Where's
Dad?"
"Asleep. Poor dear, stayed up all last night helping
Gib get their water well back on line."
"Water
well?" Who was she kidding? Trisha's foot brushed over my growing
cock. I adjusted my position to make it
easier on Trisha.
Mom
sat back down, studying my face as she sipped a fresh cup of coffee. Mom knew damned good and well what was going
on under the table, but she pretended not to know that anything was going on. Trisha's foot continued to rub the underside
of my bulging cock.
"I've
got to get supper on," declared Mom banally. "Why don't you take Trisha up to your room and show her your
rock collection."
"Rock
collection? Uh, yeah, sure." I wasn't sure why Mom was playing this game,
but I knew damned well that she was playing it and that I was expected to play
along. "Uh, Mrs. Holis..."
"Call
me Trisha, dear. Please."
"Oh,
yeah, sure. Uh, Trisha..."
"Miss
Trisha," sternly corrected my mom.
Confounded
by the rules I was supposed to follow I mumbled, "Uh, yeah, okay."
Then I tired again, not at all sure that I would get it right and not offend
someone. "Miss Trisha, would you like to see my rock collection?"
"You
have some nice rocks?" she asked with a straight face.
"Yeah,
I suppose so."
"I
suppose you do too," she said with a mischievous grin. "Let's go
see."
Sam's
mom followed me up the stairs. Halfway
up, the thought crossed my mind that I was being rude. Ladies first and all that is a good rule of
etiquette, one that Mom insisted that I follow, and here I was with one of her
friends following me. If Miss Trisha
said anything, I'd catch hell for boorish behavior. I pondered how to correct the situation, reaching the upper
landing before I resolved my latest dilemma.
My only hope of salvaging the situation was opening my bedroom door for
her and permitting her to enter first.
Trisha
stepped into my bedroom. She surveyed
the décor, and suddenly I felt a little foolish. What with the model airplanes hanging from the ceiling, the
country‑band posters, the poster of a nude girl painted in red, white,
and blue, and other corny stuff, I felt very immature. My desk was littered with junk of all sorts
and tacking a pair of Katie's panties to the wall suddenly didn't seem like
such a good idea. At least the bed was
made with a simple dark green comforter.
With
a wistful smile she commented, "Very nice, reminds me of Sam's
room." She pointed to the door
that directly connected my room to my sister's room. "Is that Leanne's room?"
"Uh,
yes, ma'am."
"How
convenient," she observed.
"Uh,
here's my collection," I stammered, pointing to the assortment of ammonites,
fossil snails, clams and other curios I had found on and near our ranch.
I
felt hot breath on my neck and felt her hand slide around to my crotch as she
lightly laughed, "Very nice Travis, but that's not the rocks I had in
mind. Mmmmm, these are the one I want
to see." She deftly unbuckled my
belt and unsnapped my jeans. "You don't wear underwear?" she huskily
whispered as my cock sprang out into her hand as soon as she pulled the zipper
down. "Naughty boy," she
whispered nibbling on my ear. "What
would your mother think?"
She
continued rubbing my cock and balls, pressing her breasts into my back. "You're going to make a lot girls happy
with this," she said wrapping her hand around my stalk. "Beautiful," she whispered,
"simply beautiful."
Trisha
let go of my dick and stepped back. I
turned to face her. She had started unbuttoning her blouse. I brushed her hands away, taking over the
chore of undressing her, looking into her eyes as I awkwardly fumbled with each
and every damned button.
"Let
me help you, dear," she purred. So
much for being suave and debonair. She
finished with her buttons and dropping her blouse, turned her back towards me. I struggled with the devilish double hooks
and somehow managed to get the damned things unhooked.
She
turned back, slipping the bra straps off her shoulders. The garment drifted to the floor, joining
her discarded blouse. Did I mention
that she was voluptuous? That's the
single word to describe her. Nice full
tits, with seemingly small nipples. I
wanted to just reach out and feel her up, but I remembered what Uncle Jake told
me, "Don't be in rush with a woman.
Kiss her, kiss her a lot on the lips, they love that. Then kiss her all over, her neck, her ears,
shoulders, breasts, stomach, everywhere there's bare skin...kiss it... nibble
it... lick it....and then kiss it again.
Try and save the nipples for last.
She'll love it. Besides it's a
hell of a lot of fun!"
Discarding
my shirt, I pulled her to me and kissed her on the lips. Nibbling her full lips, I then traced their
outline with my tongue, just like Uncle Jake had told me. I knew this was effective, because that's
how I first got into Katie's panties.
Sam's mom responded by thrusting her tongue into my mouth, lancing with
my tongue. Seemed to be effective on her too.
Brushing
my bare chest across her bare bosoms, I kissed down her neck and across her
shoulders, soaking up the aroma of her perfume. She didn't smell anything like the fruit‑juice stuff that
Katie and her friends preferred, instead it was the wonderful aroma of an
expensive perfume, lightly applied, alluring rather than overwhelming. I resisted going directly for a tit and
instead I returned to kiss and gently suck on her lips again.
Locked
in a smoldering kiss, I noticed another aroma.
It was faint and masked by her perfume.
In no rush, I lingered, breathing in her aroma and tried to sort out the
smells. It was a familiar smell. Suddenly it dawned on me. It was the faint but unmistakable scent of
another woman on her face, another woman's pussy to be specific. I couldn't discern who's pussy, but I had a
guess... after all, she and my mom where hanging out together when I got home
from school.
The
thought occurred to me that it was too bad Sam that was in such a rush to have
a bounce with Katie. He should've
stayed and showed my mom his rock collection. I'm certain that she would have
enjoyed that. Of course, Sam would have
been floored. It didn't seem fair to me
that Sam was kept half in the dark about what went on between our folks, but I
was told to keep my mouth shut as it was his parent's job to educate him.
Trisha
moaned and I knew I was doing okay. Next
trip down was right between her cleavage, then up along the underside of each
magnificent breast. As I nibbled and kissed under her pendulous bosoms, her
nipples brushed across my face. Raking
my cheeks and forehead across her little nips, I felt them rise into an erect
state.
"Ooooo,
yesss," she hissed as my tongue traversed across her hard nipple. "Mmmmmm, I like that," she
whispered as my lips and tongue returned to suckle. I was a little ahead of myself, but she didn't seem to mind, as
she became very excited while I worked over her petite nip, rolling the little
promontory between my lips, licking it, and suckling it like I was a baby. I guess all the nerve endings spread out
over a large aureole are concentrated in a small aureole, because I found her
nipples to be very, very sensitive. She
began making little squeaking noises as I sucked and nibbled until she began to
tremble. "Enough!" she gasped,
"Enough!" She pulled away,
panting, with a glassy look in her eyes.
That was the first time I realized that some women can orgasm just from
having their breasts stimulated.
With
a momentary break in the action, I took the opportunity to kick off my boots
and socks. Moments later, my jeans were
over my ankles and lay crumpled on the floor with her blouse and bra. Trisha was still recovering when I began
stripping her of her jeans and panties.
I pushed her back until she fell back onto my bed, where I could
complete my task.
Her
butt was near the edge of the bed, her feet resting on the floor. I lifted her foot. Looking her in the eye, I began kissing her foot and sucking her
toes. Her toes were definitely salty, clean but salty. I discovered I liked that, just as I
discovered how much she liked it.
I
gotta hand it to Uncle Jake, he sure knew what he was talking about when it
came to getting a girl off. I didn't
believe him when he told me what and how to do it, but toe sucking really
turned her on. An extra side benefit I discovered that afternoon was that it
also provides you with a great view of a woman's pussy as her arousal
increases. In Trisha's case, my tittie
feasting already had aroused her. Her pussy
verily glittered and glinted with moisture from the tangle of hair covering her
vulva. As she writhed and slowly wiggled
about, I watched with growing excitement as her pussy lips seemed to part on
their own accord, the glistening pink of her inner sanctum invitingly showing
through the camouflage.
On
reflection, I suppose I rushed it a bit, having laved over only one foot, but I
really don't think she minded. Licking
and nibbling up her calves and up her thigh, my eyes were zeroed in on the
tasty treat that beckoned me. Ever
closer to my afternoon delicacy, I inhaled the heady fragrance of her
arousal. To me her natural scent was
far better than her expensive perfume.
I really had to struggle to maintain control of the situation and not
just bury my face in her snatch.
Keeping in mind what Uncle Jake had told me, I licked the crease between
her vulva and thigh, then I bypassed her pussy, going on a roundabout kissing
trip up through her forest to visit her navel and then back down to nibble at
her other inner thigh.
I
teased her unmercifully, kissing and nibbling all around her aromatic pussy,
but avoiding her at the same time. I
did however nuzzle my nose through her pubic hair, inhaling her rich womanly
aroma, and fleetingly let my nose press into her. She was punching her hips, trying to drive my tongue into her,
but I managed to avoid giving in to her too quickly, allowing instead for her
sexual tension to continue to build.
I
knew Uncle Jake would be proud of me when she nearly screamed, "Oh,
yessssss baby, yessssss!" as I took that first slow lick up between her
labia, scooping up the copious fluids that were trickling from her. Did I already mention that I love the taste
of pussy? A nice juicy pussy? The juicer the better? I thought so. Sam's mom was certainly juicy, providing me
with a generous quantity of feminine secretions to scour from her snatch.
Starting
out slow, my tongue‑lashing became more and more energetic. Only after navigating several times across
every square centimeter of her pussy flesh that my tongue could reach, did I
zero in on her clit for the coup de main.
Vigorously I orally assaulted her protruding little man until the she
ripped herself away from me, howling in the throes of a massive orgasm. Showing mercy, I let her be, knowing that
she was now too sensitive for any further clitoral stimulation, at least for
the time being. She rolled onto her
stomach, convulsing in a ball on my bed.
Sam's
mom had slid off the bed partially, with only her arms, shoulder and head
resting on the mattress. Lifting her by
the hips, I straddled her in a near squat.
She felt my dick rooting around between her legs and she rotated her
hips upward. My glans found her labia,
easily slipping in between her lubricated lips. I thrust a few times, realizing that I wasn't actually in her,
rather my cock was sliding between her lips and across her clit. Next try I found the passageway to her
womb. I sank balls deep into her in one
motion, and began fucking her with long strokes, her ass punching upward to
meet my thrusts.
I
pounded her pussy, riding her high up her back, driving the head of my cock
into her g‑spot with each savage inward stroke, fucking her to great
effect. She was wailing like a banshee,
tossing her head side to side. At one
point I caught something in my peripheral vision. Mom was at the door, closing it.
I screwed her until she finally threw herself forward, freeing herself
of my cock just I was near the point of no return.
Catching
my breath as she drifted down from her latest sexual paramount, I caught sight
of the cock‑strap and the tube of KY Jelly that someone had thoughtfully
placed on my bed stand for me. The lull
in the action allowed my prick cool off a little. I eschewed a marathon fucking with the cock‑strap, but took
full advantage of the moment, greasing my pecker up with KY for round four.
Mrs.
Holis was now more or less on the bed, but her knees were still on the
floor. Rubbing her up the butt crack,
she didn't give any indications that her asshole was off limits. With a finger up her butt, I coaxed her to
crawl up onto the bed. Crawling up
behind her on my knees, I positioned my cock and pushed into her. Her sphincter gave way easily and I slid
effortlessly up Tricha's well‑traveled butt.
My
legs were weak from fucking in a squat and having her firmly and deeply impaled
on my dick, I rolled us together onto our side. Spooning her like that was a very pleasant position for a
leisurely ass fucking, allowing me good access to her breasts and equally good
access to her clit. She moaned almost
continuously while I pumped into her from behind, twiddling her tits, twiddling
her twat, bringing her back to a very high state of raw passion where she made
an unbelievable amount of racket as another climax built to the breaking
point. This time I was close too and
when I felt her gut clinch around my tingling dick, I let loose, jetting a
stream of my cum up her rectum as she trembled and shook in ultimate pleasure.
Spent
and very sated, I feel asleep with my dick up Sam's mom's ass, hugging her body
close to mine. She must have dozed off
too, because we were still in the same position, her asshole gripping around
the rim of my soft glans when Mom came in to gently wake us up.
"Trisha. Trisha dear. It's getting late. You
need to go home."
Hearing
my mother's soft voice, I instinctively snuggled into Trisha's back, grasping
her breast.
"Travis,
wake up dear. Supper will be ready in a
thirty minutes and you still have your chores to do."
Hearing
the dreaded word 'chores' I mumbled, "Fuck."
"Don't
you talk like that young man!" scolded my mom. "I'll have your father teach you some manners!"
Trisha
and I began to peal apart, my dick stretching until it popped free of her ass.
"Oh,
sorry Mom. I didn't mean to say that,
I..."
Mom
laughed, "It's okay dear. I
understand. I just don't want you using
that word so casually."
It
wasn't until I was shoveling horseshit in the stall that the irony of what Mom
said struck me. I could casually fuck
her friend and the mother of my best friend, but I wasn't to say the word
'fuck'. Parents! The absurdity struck me funny and I had a
hearty laugh.
To be continued...
Editor's Note: There were some issues with the ASSTR Form-Mail system that I didn't figure out until June 27. My apologies to all who may have sent in a comment for Chapters 1 through 4 before that date...regretfully I didn't receive any of them.
Thanks...Art