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Subject: {ASSM} STORY: Next Door Neighbor - Part 7 (Mf, MF, Mff, and like that :-)
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Next Door Neighbor (M/f, M/F, M/f/f, f/f, F/f, M/F/f/f, anal, oral, 
cons, inc)
by Dorsai

LEGAL DISBLAMER
	You know the drill: Erotica blah, blah, blah; Legal age yadda,
yadda, yadda; Do not do this nag, nag, nag. 


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Part Seven

I woke up the next morning to find my arm wrapped around one firm 
young female, my morning erection tucked neatly between her ass 
cheeks, while another similarly unclad female was pressed against my 
back. I carefully considered the size and feel of the breast in my 
hand with one of those poking my back and decided that it was Sandra 
in front of me, with Robyn completing the sandwich. Opening my eyes, 
I was pleased to see that I was right.
Moving carefully, so as not to disturb them, I eased my way out from 
between them so that I could relieve some considerable hydraulic 
pressure. That accomplished, I found my way to the kitchen where I 
started a pot of coffee. Then it was back to the bedroom to get my 
robe so that I could open the front door and retrieve my morning 
paper.
As I was reading the comics in the living room, I heard the noise of 
the coffee pot burbling as it finished creating it's life-giving 
nectar. I hadn't any more than stood up to go get a cup than Sandra 
wandered into the living room, saying, "That smells good - it woke me 
up. Sit down, and I'll bring you some."
Never one to refuse service from a naked, nubile young female, I 
readily agreed, taking a seat again. A minute later, Sandra came back 
in with two cups in her hand - handing one to me. I took a sip, and 
was pleased to discover that she'd apparently paid enough attention 
to know that I didn't bother with added ingredients. I looked over, 
and saw that she'd at least doctored her own with milk - I knew I 
didn't have any kind of creamer in the apartment. I raised an 
eyebrow, and she said "I don't drink it very often, but this morning 
it just smelled SO good."
I finished reading the comics, and when I showed them to her, she 
smiled and accepted them while I went on to read another section.
We'd each nearly finished our first cup when Robyn turned up - 
rubbing her eyes to get the sleep out, and yawning. She saw that we'd 
obviously been up for a while, and collected our cups before heading 
into the kitchen. A bit later, she brought them back out to us - with 
our thanks - before disappearing again, only to reappear with a cup 
of her own. I'd seen her drink coffee only a couple of times, and 
knew that she would have added plenty of both milk and sugar to it. 
She quickly settled herself on the couch between Sandra and I, and 
picked up the TV remote. Turning the TV on, she soon found the 
morning news and entertainment program that she liked, careful to 
make sure she kept the volume down.
Having finished the paper, I handed it to Sandra so that she could 
read whatever she wanted of the rest of it, and sat back to watch the 
TV with Robyn. With a little more room next to me, she scooted over 
to lean against me. I put my hand on her thigh, and she hugged my arm 
as we watched the anchors discussing some minor event in one of the 
other staff members' life.
A few minutes later, Sandra finished the paper, and asked me what I 
did with it when I was done. I told her that I put it in a stack in 
the corner of the kitchen so that one of the local Boy Scout troops 
could come by and collect it at the end of the month. She went to put 
it away, taking hers and my coffee cups in the process - Robyn was 
still working on hers. When she came back, she handed me my cup and 
set hers on the arm of the couch before setting in on my other side, 
resting against me. The three of us sat there watching TV until the 
program ended, when Robyn got up to take the cups into the kitchen. 
When she came back, she planted herself in my lap, facing Sandra, and 
asked, "What's for breakfast?"
I teased her, asking, "Did you say 'what' or 'who'?" - and making 
both of them laugh before Sandra offered, "I hope it's not me. As 
much fun as that was last night, I'm a little sore this morning. I 
don't think I'm ready for any, uh, activities yet."
Robyn grinned at her, and said, "Yeah, I know how you feel - same 
thing happened to me. No, I want something to eat - you know, food?"
Sandra grinned back, and answered, "I could stand something to eat, 
too - like maybe a whole cow, or something. Now that you mention it, 
I'm *starved*!"
Both of them looked at me, and I couldn't help but laugh before 
telling them "I used to wonder how the two of you managed to stay so 
trim - then I found out, last night!"
Both laughed; then we started figuring out what we wanted for 
breakfast. Sandra let Robyn keep her seat, and went into the kitchen 
to see what I had to eat. She came back to report that I had enough 
stuff that she could make us a breakfast of scrambled eggs, toast, 
bacon, and fried potatoes. That sounded pretty good to us, and Robyn 
got up to go help her fix it - Sandra insisted that I just sit back 
and relax; fixing me breakfast was a 'thank you for making me feel so 
good last night'. I knew that Robyn, at least, was good enough in the 
kitchen to handle simple things; I could only trust that Sandra was 
just as good, or at least willing to let Robyn take charge when 
necessary. A bit later, Sandra headed into the bedroom, coming back 
out with a robe on. Obviously, she'd rediscovered the hazards of 
cooking bacon while nude. A minute later, Robyn followed her example 
- more to 'fit in' with being semi-dressed than anything else, I 
figured.
After a few minutes, Robyn reappeared, and began setting up the small 
table I had in what I used for a dining area. Placemats, dishes, 
glasses, flatware, and all the rest of the works soon took their 
places. That accomplished, she headed back into the kitchen. A couple 
minutes more, and the two of them came out with breakfast on platters 
that they put on the table. I got up and headed over to sit down with 
them - there wasn't a doubt in my mind that if I delayed too much, 
they wouldn't hesitate to leave me only scraps.
We chatted a bit as we ate, with me finding out what their plans were 
for the day, and so on. I also let them know that I'd be busy on my 
work, but that it wasn't anything that couldn't be interrupted. 
Fortunately, they'd made plenty of food, so all of us got our fill - 
but there wasn't a bit left when we were done, either.
After we finished, Robyn told Sandra and I to go ahead and leave the 
table - she'd be the one to clear it, and wash the dishes (well, load 
them into the dishwasher). Sandra offered to help, as did I, but 
Robyn just told us that it was still Sandra's special time, and to do 
what she said. Sandra and I looked at each other, shrugged, and did 
as we were told - me laying back on the couch with Sandra on my lap 
and leaning against me, the two of us snuggling. A short time later, 
Robyn came in to take a similar position on Sandra. The three of us 
sat there for a while, simply content to be in physical contact with 
each other.
Finally, though, time - and the drinks we'd had - conspired to get us 
moving. We got up and headed into the bedroom; Robyn and I waited for 
Sandra to finish her ablutions in the bathroom, then as Sandra 
changed into her suit, I waited for Robyn. When she reappeared, I 
waited for her to change, then kissed both of them before they headed 
for the pool. I took the opportunity to grab a quick wakeup shower, 
before heading into the living room to get started on what was left 
of my workday.
For the rest of the day, one or the other of the girls would come in 
every so often; sometimes for something to drink, sometimes to see if 
I needed anything, sometimes to use the bathroom. Whatever the 
reason, they were always discrete about it, careful not to disturb 
me. Other than sex, one of the previous evening's topics of 
discussion was what I did, and how I did it; I'd managed to get them 
to understand that even though I had a certain amount of liberty in 
my schedule, I was still obliged to meet certain deadlines. They also 
came to realize that what I did required a certain amount of 
concentration, as well.
With our late breakfast, none of us felt any need to do anything 
about lunch, so it was late afternoon before the two of them made it 
back to the apartment together. Again, they were careful not to 
bother me as they headed into the bedroom to change out of their damp 
suits. A few minutes later, they reappeared in shorts and halters to 
watch a little TV from the couch, with the volume kept low.
Perhaps a half hour later, I finished what I was doing, and carefully 
saved my work before going over to take a seat on 'my' chair. After a 
nudge from Robyn, Sandra got up and came over to park herself in my 
lap. I put my arms around her, and hugged her, saying "Thanks for 
being so considerate today. It's usually kind of hard for me to get 
things organized when I start working, and you - both of you", this 
directed to Robyn, "helped a lot by not disturbing me. As a reward 
for your thoughtfulness, I'll take us all out for supper, if you're 
hungry."
Sandra hugged me before snuggling into me again before saying "I'm 
kinda hungry, but I'm not in any hurry. This feels nice", with Robyn 
adding "Me either. Let's just wait a bit, and then decide, okay?"
"That's fine with me", I answered, content with the idea of having 
Sandra in my arms for a little longer.
After a while, though, the idea of supper started sounding better and 
better; I finally broke the silence by asking "Is anyone besides me 
ready to eat?"
The girls looked at each other, and laughed; then I realized the 
other 'interpretation' of what I'd just asked. As their laughter 
died, I said "Let me rephrase that: Is anyone besides me ready for 
SUPPER?"
Both admitted that they were, so we talked over the options, finally 
settling on going out to a nearby branch of a national restaurant 
chain. They didn't particularly want to have to 'dress up', and I 
wanted to go someplace where the food didn't come in a bag.
As they both stood up, I noticed that neither had a bra on; when 
Robyn bent over to pick something off the floor, I could tell that 
she didn't have any panties on, either. I gently, but firmly, 
informed them that we weren't going out with them dressed like that - 
at least, not to someplace where we'd be getting out of the car. 
After some good-natured grumbling, they went in the change, coming 
out later with blouses on - and with wicked grins on their faces, 
Robyn, then Sandra, showed me that they'd put panties on, as well.
When we got back, I saw the light on my answering machine blinking, 
and discovered that Lucy had called just a few minutes earlier. I 
quickly called her back at the number she'd left, and was lucky 
enough to catch her still in her hotel room - she'd been about to go 
out for her own meal.
We chatted a few seconds before she said that she needed to talk to 
me about something. I asked her what it was, and she said that it 
would take a little bit to explain, so she wanted to talk to the 
girls first, so that our conversation wouldn't be interrupted. I 
agreed, and handed the phone to Robyn before heading off to recycle 
some fluids - and passing Sandra as she returned from the same 
mission. I told her that I'd called Lucy, and she quickly headed for 
the phone.
After I'd returned to the living room, I was careful to stay away 
from the phone, so they could all have their time together. Finally, 
Robyn gestured to me that it was my turn. When I went over, she said, 
"Mom told me that she has to talk to you, and we should leave you 
alone while you're on the phone." 
That said, Sandra handed me the phone, and the two of the headed into 
the bedroom, clearly upset at Lucy's instructions.
When I spoke, Lucy asked "Are you alone?"
"Yes", I answered, slightly mystified.
"I think there's something going on here, and I need some advice. I 
know what the people back at the office would tell me, but I don't 
thing it would be enough. I need someone with a little more 
imagination than that."
"Okay, go ahead."
"We've been here all day, me and the accountants. They do their 
thing, and at the end of the day, they tell me what's going on, along 
with a written report. Before we started, I told them that their 
written reports would be fine, but that in their verbal reports, I 
wanted to hear the stuff that they weren't comfortable putting on 
paper - that I *had* to know what was going on, and that nothing they 
told me would come back to bite them."
"Sounds like a good idea, so far. So what happened?"
"Their written reports are all by the numbers. But what they told me, 
in person, was that they were running into a lot of little problems."
"Such as?"
"Such as references to documents and files that they couldn't find. 
Such as a lot of expenses - things that were just a *little* too 
high, and happened just a *little* too often - not enough to raise 
red flags, normally, but enough to raise a yellow flag, in these 
circumstances. Such as people hanging over them, and just generally 
getting in the way."
"And you need my help how?"
"I'm not quite sure what to make of all of it. Individually, these 
things are minor - they happen all the time. It's the number of them, 
and how often they're happening that's got me concerned. What I need 
is for someone else to think it through, so I know if I'm being 
paranoid or not."
"Okay. Let me think about it for a bit, and call you back. Go out and 
get something to eat, and I'll call you in, say, an hour?"
"You got it. Uh, were the girls upset that I chased them off?"
"A bit. They're in the bedroom, being outraged at the moment."
She sighed, and said, "Okay. Let me talk to them again before I hang 
up. If I don't, they won't have anyone to take it out on but you - 
and I love you too much to let *that* happen!"
I laughed, and put the phone on hold while I went in to tell the 
girls that Lucy wanted to talk to them again. While they marched out 
to see what other indignity they were going to have to endure, I lay 
down on the bed.
A few minutes later, they eased their way back in to lay next to me, 
but didn't disturb me as I thought through what Lucy had told me. I 
ran through a number of possibilities, trying to figure out how the 
things she'd told me fit together - and what each of the situations I 
came up might mean to Lucy, and her company. After a while, Robyn 
started nudging me, and when I looked at her, she told me "You're 
supposed to call Mom in ten minutes. She told me to make sure I 
reminded you, if you were busy."
I thanked her, and she added, "Mom told us something was going on 
where she was, and that she needed you to help her think about what 
it was. That was why she didn't want us bothering you - so you could 
help her. I'm sorry if I was being a turd."
"Me, too", Sandra added.
I thanked them for their apology, and they got up to head into the 
living room. I collected and organized my thoughts, and met Sandra as 
she was heading into the bedroom to give me another reminder. I asked 
her to bring me a beer, and told her that she and Robyn could share 
one, too, as long as they were quiet while I was on the phone. She 
responded "Of course!", and headed for the kitchen. She left the beer 
on the desk as Lucy answered the phone, and when she heard me say 
Lucy's name, made a hasty retreat to the couch.
I told Lucy "Okay, from what you've told me, I can only come up with 
three possibilities. I don't have enough information - not your 
fault! - to say which one it is. What I can do, though, is tell you 
what you need to know, or find out, to help figure out which one it 
is."
"Okay, what did you come up with?", she asked.
"First possibility is that they're just nervous about the - what did 
you call it? - audit, and how sudden it happened, or some other 
benign reason. Uncalled for, maybe, but reasonable.
"Second possibility is that a few people, I'd say middle management 
or so, have been making up their own perks along the way. Nothing 
major, really, like systematic fraud, but not something to be 
ignored, either. They know it, and are worried about being found out.
"The third choice is that one or more people near the top have been 
up to something, and have issued the command that you're not to be 
helped - if not outright blocked. That option raises some ugly 
possibilities."
"That's the one that I was worried about, but knew I didn't have 
anything to pin it on. You said that you could tell me how I can find 
out which one it is?", she replied.
"Sure. If it was me, I'd call in the rank-and-file types, and just 
tell them that you're there as part of a normal audit, and that it 
was called suddenly so your client could get a 'snapshot' of how 
things were going. You're not looking for anything in particular, 
just the general situation. If it's just nerves, they should settle 
down, and you and the accountants can do your thing, just like 
always."
"What next?"
"If that doesn't help, make it clear that you're looking at middle 
managers - particularly the nervous ones. If it's them, once it's 
clear where your attention is, your accountants should stop tripping 
over most of the lower level employees: they won't have any reason or 
motivation to get in the way, any more, since it will be 'obvious' 
that you're on to what's been happening."
"And?"
"If a change of focus doesn't do it, then I'd have to suspect the 
executive level. You know where the problem is in an organization by 
where the trouble stops. That's what you're trying to find out by 
reassuring the lower levels, then focusing on the managers. There's 
going to be *some* overlap because of office politics, but nothing 
systemic like what you'd see with executives being involved. You know 
what to look for, now. I trust that you can handle the HOW to look 
for it - that's something I couldn't help with, any way."
She snorted, and said, "I'm not sure I believe that, but I'll take 
your word for it. Yeah, I can handle the 'political' part of it. What 
happens if it turns out to be the executives? How can I prove it's 
them?"
"In that case, you'll have to do a lot of computer work: finding 
missing files, tracing what went where and when, tracking the order 
things happened in, and so on. Think of it as a data autopsy."
"I've got no idea how to do anything like that."
"That's okay. Your company's computer people should be able to tell 
you. If you don't understand something, ask them. If you still don't 
understand, I'll try to explain. If the worst case turns out to be 
true, then you might have another problem, though."
"What's that?"
"If these folks are up to something, there *could* be the argument 
made that your company's IT people aren't impartial - you know, your 
client is having a problem, so your people come in to help them, 
instead of finding the 'truth'."
She sighed again, saying, "I hadn't thought of that one. You're 
probably right. What then?"
"If it comes down to that point, you'll need to find someone else, 
outside your company. I can make some recommendations, if you need or 
want them."
"Yeah, I might."
"One other thing."
"What's that?"
"If it turns out that it is the execs having fun with someone else's 
money, a couple of things have to happen. First, your company, and 
your client, need to decide what happens - that is, do you prosecute 
the offenders, get the money back, or both? Second, it's to your 
advantage to make this whole thing as spotless and impartial and 
documented as you can - run it like you were going to lay it in front 
of a judge, whether you plan to, or not. There's no telling where 
it'll wind up, and it's probably best to be ready for the worst."
"I already planned to do that. That's why I called you before 
starting anything about it - so that I could figure out how to make 
it good, however it turns out."
"That's the idea - everything you do needs to look like a reasonable 
response to something that came before it."
"On the subject of coming" - she giggled at her joke - "did anything 
happen last night?"
"Sure. We had pizza - but I told you that already, last night."
"No, you turd, I mean did anything happen AFTER that?"
"As a matter of fact, it did."
I waited a few moments, and as I expected, she got impatient and 
demanded, "So what was it?"
"What was what?", I asked, innocently.
"What happened last night. AFTER we talked on the phone!", she 
answered, getting testy.
"Oh, that. Sandra and I had a little fun, with Robyn's help."
"What fun?", then a pause, then "Oh. OH! You mean you? And Sandra? 
Together?"
"Well, we sure weren't apart."
She snickered, and said, "Yeah, I'll bet. Have fun, you said?"
"Yup."
"Who had the most fun? How often or how many?"
"Just the one time. She had two, no, three after Robyn finished with 
her. I had one."
"Messy?"
"As a matter of fact, no. It was already gone when I got there. 
Misplaced, accident, or whatever happened, there weren't any 
obstructions. Made it easier for both of us."
"Good for her! How is she?"
"A little sore, she says, but happy. Not too feisty today. Smiles and 
cuddles a lot, though."
"I'll bet - I didn't feel like doing anything for three days after my 
first time. You must be doing something right."
"I try to."
"Believe me, you do plenty right. You said Robyn was there? She 
didn't get in the way?"
"Not at all. She helped get things started, and finished, but just 
watched the rest of the time. Very considerate, actually."
"I'm going to have to let her stay with you more. Whatever else 
you're doing to her, you're also being a good influence on her."
"Nah, I'm just polishing up what was already there."
"Bullshit. Before she met you, it was all I could do to get her to 
say please-and-thank-you; it would NEVER have occurred to her to stay 
out of anything like that, never mind actually doing it, if it had 
happened before. So don't go pulling that modesty crap on me, 
mister."
There wasn't anything to say to that, so I didn't.
A moment later, she apologized, telling me "Look, maybe you don't 
think you've had a positive influence on her, but I know different. I 
think you do too, so just accept the compliment, and move on, okay?"
"Okay."
A few moments later, she said "Well, I think that's about enough for 
tonight. Forgive me?"
"Nothing to forgive. You called it as you saw it; I can't take 
offense at that."
"Love me?"
"Of course.", I answered, with feeling.
With that, she hung up the phone, and I headed over to 'my' chair. 
Robyn started to get up, with the clear intention of sitting in my 
lap, but I held a hand up, telling them "Before anything else, I want 
to let you know what's going on. The people that Lucy has working for 
her are finding what they *think* might be problems. Lucy wanted to 
talk to me to see if I thought the same things about it that she did; 
and to see if I had any ideas on what to do. Now, before you get your 
knickers bunched up" - they were getting visibly agitated - "I want 
to tell you that Lucy, herself, isn't in any trouble. The trouble 
would be for her company's client. Again, *Lucy* isn't in trouble. 
She's the one finding someone _else's_ problems, and she's trying to 
decide what to do about it to make it as small of a problem as she 
can. That's why she wanted to make sure that you two little sex 
maniacs didn't bother me while I was trying to think about her 
problem: so that I would be able to give her the best answer I could. 
 From what she told me about what's happening there, I wouldn't be 
surprised if she calls again tomorrow, needing some more help. If she 
does, I'll need to be able to concentrate on what she tells me, okay? 
You're both cute as can be, sexy as hell, and fun to be with - and 
all of that makes you a lot of distraction when you aren't behaving 
yourselves. Okay?"
Both of them smiled at the compliments, and nodded solemnly at the 
admonition to behave when I was on the phone.
That settled, Robyn got up and moved over to sit in my lap and 
cuddle, with Sandra watching in approval. Again, they decided that 
they'd rather talk than do anything else, so we spent the rest of the 
evening discussing things that they were curious about. Perhaps 
halfway through the evening, Robyn declared that she was hot and 
uncomfortable, and climbed off my lap long enough to strip. When she 
was done, she stood there staring at me until I followed her example. 
A bit later, Sandra followed suit, so that the three of us were 
naked. Again, the subject of sex was the main topic, but certainly 
not the only one.
That night, when we went to bed, Robyn and I bracketed Sandra; there 
was a fair amount of groping and fooling around, but I think all of 
us needed to finish resting up from the previous evening.
The next morning, I awakened to the smell of fresh coffee, and if my 
nose didn't deceive me, French toast. After a quick pit stop, I 
grabbed a robe and headed for the kitchen, where I found the two of 
them just finish the process of making a healthy pile of - sure 
enough - French toast. They shooed me out of the kitchen, telling me 
to have a seat in the living room - breakfast was casual this 
morning. I barely had time to get seated in my chair, than Robyn 
handed me a cup of coffee before saying "Breakfast will be another 
couple minutes". I thanked her, and took a sip - they'd done a fine 
job on the coffee, apparently grinding some of the beans that I kept 
around for when I wanted *fresh* coffee. A couple minutes later, as 
promised, Sandra appeared with a plate of food for me, with Robyn 
right behind her with a tray to sit it on. As Sandra was getting me 
set up, Robyn went into the kitchen and came back out with a couple 
more trays for her and Sandra. The two of them disappeared again long 
enough to get their own plates before sitting down to eat. After the 
previous day's breakfast, I was a little more confident of their 
abilities in the kitchen, but I was still surprised at how well 
they'd done with the French toast; it's entirely too easy to either 
under- or over-cook it, but they'd gotten it almost perfect. Robyn 
got the TV started, with the volume low so that we could talk without 
shouting, if we wanted to.
When breakfast was over, they teamed up again to clear the dishes and 
trays; this time it was apparently Sandra's turn to load the 
dishwasher as Robyn and I cuddled on the chair. When Sandra made her 
appearance from the kitchen, Robyn got up from my lap, and they let 
me know that they were planning on spending a little time at the 
pool, but also there in the apartment that day. I agreed to their 
plans, and they headed into the bedroom, where I found them spread 
out on the bed with some teen magazines a few minutes later. I got 
dressed - with the two of them unashamedly watching - and went back 
into the living room to go to work. The rest of the day was nearly a 
repeat of the day before - they would come and go, stopping to ask if 
I needed or wanted anything, but always careful to avoid disturbing 
or distracting me. When lunchtime approached, they asked me what I 
wanted, and I suggested something light. A half hour later, when they 
told me it was ready, I was pleasantly surprised that they'd decided 
on peanut butter and jelly, with chips on the side. It had been a 
LONG time since I'd had a PBJ, so it was a light, pleasant treat. 
Despite their protests, I cleaned up, and went back to work as they 
retreated to change into their suits before heading for the pool.
I got sufficiently wrapped up in what I was doing that I didn't 
notice the time until they came back in late afternoon. Surprised at 
the time, and pleased with how much progress I'd made, I offered to 
take us out to any place of their choosing for supper. They quickly 
decided on a fast-foot chicken place, and went into the bedroom to 
change - coming out in the shorts-and-halter outfits they'd first put 
on the day before. I looked at them, and Robyn firmly informed me 
"It's too hot to dress up any more. Besides, we just want to go 
through the drive-up window, and take it to the park, so we can sit 
in the shade." It was a plan that I couldn't argue with, really, so 
that's what we did - except that at the park, the girls gave a fair 
number of French fries to the squirrels and birds that congregated 
around us. Even after we'd finished our meal, it was pleasant to sit 
there and enjoy the scenery and weather.
Eventually, though, the heat started to get to us, and we elected to 
head back to my apartment to cool off.
We hadn't any more than gotten in the door when the phone rang - I 
quickly answered it, finding that it was Lucy. When they heard me use 
her name, the girls started to go into the bedroom.
"So, how did it go today?", I asked.
"Not so good. First thing this morning, I got our accountants 
together, and asked them to try an be a little friendlier with the 
people that they had to deal with; then I got the company's people 
together, and talked to them like we discussed last night. They took 
it well enough, but it didn't seem to make the slightest bit of 
difference - at lunch, the accountants told me that they were still 
having problems in every office. So I told about half of them to go 
ahead and start on the managers. When we left today, they told me 
that absolutely nothing had changed.  As I asked, they were a little 
more descriptive in their reports, so then I had something I could 
use as 'ammunition' to take to my boss. I told him what we'd run 
into, and what I'd done and why. He said it sounded like I did 
exactly the right thing. Then I told him what I thought it meant, and 
said that if I was right, getting proof of it was more than I or the 
accountants could do. He understood that, and told me that he 
couldn't send any of our computer people because it would look like a 
conflict of interest if they found anything. I told him I'd thought 
of that, and wanted to hire a consultant for a couple of days, to see 
if there was anything to my suspicions. He had to talk to our client, 
and that he'd call me back in a few minutes. When he did, he told me 
that the client was *very* worried about the situation, and had 
okayed a consultant."
"So I take it you need me to give you some names, then?"
"No, actually, I told my boss that I knew someone that was very good 
with a computer, and could let us know if there was anything to our 
suspicions for a reasonable rate. Think you could spare two or three 
days of your schedule for say, five thousand bucks a day?"
It took me a second to realize that she was offering me the job, 
before I could respond, "I could make the time, and would, except for 
a couple of things."
"What are those?"
"Robyn and Sandra", I told her.
"Oh, pooh. Bring them. It's been a couple of days since I've seen 
them, and a change in scenery would probably do them some good."
"Fine - but with me gone, who'd be there for them if they needed 
something?"
"I'm sure that between me, my assistant, you, and the hotel staff, we 
can figure *something* out."
I could tell that she'd thought this through, and was determined to 
get help - preferably mine.
I finally told her "Okay, I'll do it - but for a flat rate of ten 
thousand. That way, there's no reason for me to milk the job, and if 
there's anything I can do to help, you'll get your answer that much 
sooner."
"Deal."
"Okay, let me make a couple of calls and see when I can catch a 
flight out there."
"Already done. You've got reservations for business class leaving at 
8:30 tomorrow morning."
"Pretty sure of yourself, aren't you?"
She laughed, and said, "That's why they're gonna pay me the big 
bucks. Here's the flight info...", and went on to tell me the airline, 
flight number, and terminal, finishing by saying "I'll be there 
waiting for you when you get in. And *please*, make the girls wear 
decent clothes!", making me laugh.
"Hell, tell them yourself. I know they want to talk to you, but we 
had another talk last night, and they understand how important this 
is. I don't think they're going to give you any argument about flying 
out to see you."
She laughed, and said, "Okay, go ahead and put them on, Sandra 
first."
I put her on hold, and went in to tell Sandra that Lucy wanted to 
talk to her - and earning myself a confused look from Robyn. Sandra 
quickly went into the living room, and a couple minutes later, she 
swooped into the bedroom to tell Robyn "You mom needs to talk to 
you." Robyn got the message, so she thought, and quickly ran into the 
living room as Sandra started to laugh, telling me "Lucy told me what 
you and her did when she got her promotion, and said we should do it 
again." I laughed with her, and we'd barely stopped when we heard 
Robyn shriek her pleasure at the news, followed with a "Sandra, you 
are *so* in trouble!", getting us both going again. We went back into 
the living room, and when Robyn saw me, gestured that Lucy wanted to 
talk to me again. When I took the phone, Robyn got a mischievous look 
on her face, and started to chase Sandra back into the bedroom.
"Nice touch - she fell for it *again*.", I told Lucy.
She laughed, and said, "I heard. Somehow, I don't think the trouble 
Sandra is in is going to be anything she'll object to."
"I expect you're right. So what's next?"
"Next, I'm going to call Sandra's folks, and let them know what's 
going on. They were fine with the girls staying with you, but I don't 
want to leave them out of the loop on something like this."
"Good idea. And after that?"
"After that, I try to figure out where this is going, and with your 
help, how to fix it. Can you try to do the same, and we'll get 
together with my people and my boss after you get here, so that we're 
all working off the same page, okay?"
"Sure, be glad to. Uh, what makes me being a consultant official?"
"If you check your email, you should find a message saying that 
you've been hired by my company for up to three days at the flat rate 
of ten thousand dollars, for the purpose of determining if there are 
any irregularities in the computer system our client insisted these 
people use. The first day is the day *after* you fly out here, so 
you'll have three full days to see what's going on before you have to 
let us know what you think. If you can decide sooner, all the 
better."
"Do these people know who I am, and what I'm supposed to be doing?"
"Not yet. Tomorrow, I tell them that you're a computer security 
expert, there to make sure that their system is secure, as our client 
requested. If asked, the client will verify it. We're going to play 
it down, so that you don't seem as important as you really are."
"Sounds good. And what about the girls?"
"I've told them how long I expect them to be here, and that I expect 
them to behave, and why. They promised they would; but I'm counting 
on you to keep them reined in until you get here."
"You've got it. Okay, I'll get them started packing, and I'll make 
arrangements to get to the airport on time."
"Call Acme Limo - they're who we use, so if you just tell them it's 
for our account, they'll bill us and not you. I'll leave them a 
message, too, telling them that it's okay."
"Is there anything in this that you *haven't* thought of?", I asked, 
teasing her.
"If there was, how would I know?" she asked, reasonably, before 
adding "That's why I hired you as a consultant - you see and think 
about stuff that wouldn't occur to me. Now, you'd better get in there 
and save Sandra from whatever Robyn is doing to her. I'll get that 
message to the limo, and get things set up here. See you tomorrow, 
right?"
"Tomorrow it is. I love you.", I said, and getting an "I know" before 
she hung up.
I went into the bedroom to find that Robyn had Sandra nearly in tears 
through the simple expedient of tickling her mercilessly. I thought 
about it a moment, and decided what to do: pick Robyn up (she 
shrieked in surprise), toss her onto her back on the bed (another 
shriek), and blow a 'fart' noise in her belly - something that 
invariably reduced her to hysterical laughter, just as it did now. A 
couple more 'farts', and I released her with tears of laughter 
running down her face. Her recovery gave Sandra time to get her wits 
back, too, so they were both reasonably alert when I told them to go 
next door, and pack some clothes for our trip. I emphasized that we 
would NOT be going to the pool all the time, and that we WOULD be 
known as people that 'belonged' to Lucy, so I expected them to pack, 
dress, and behave accordingly. That dampened their enthusiasm, 
slightly, but they were still eager to do as they were told.
While they were gone, I did my own packing: a suit, a couple pairs of 
khaki-type pants, sports shirts, shoes, underwear, and my travel kit 
of grooming supplies. To that, I added my laptop, a few adapter 
cables, and the electronic organizer I carried on business trips. I 
was ready to hit the road well before the girls got back with a small 
suitcase each. At my request, they readily opened them to show me 
what they were taking - the usual undergarments, a couple of summer 
dresses, reasonably modest swimsuits ("It *is* a hotel, and hotels 
have pools, don't they?" Robyn declared in justification), shoes, 
stockings, and a nice-but-not-fancy dress each ("In case we get to go 
out to eat", Sandra said). Each had also packed a small selection of 
cosmetics, as well as their anticipated grooming needs. Each also had 
a small package that I carefully ignored, knowing that they would 
take along hygiene products, as well.
I told them that everything looked fine, and that they should put 
their suitcases next to mine, in the closet. I also told them when 
our flight was, and when we'd have to get up to make sure we made it 
to the airport on time. They put their suitcases where I'd 
instructed, and showed me the outfits they planned to wear on the 
plane the next day - simple, but attractive, cotton dresses that 
would keep them comfortable.
I told them I needed to call the limo company, and let my customers 
know that I'd be out of town for a couple of days, but that I'd be 
back in a little bit. They nodded their understanding, and watched me 
leave the bedroom. Back in the living room, I soon found the number 
for Acme Limo, and asked to be picked up the next morning, telling 
them when my flight was. They let me know that Lucy had already 
called, and that the bill would go to her company. They also told me 
what vehicle would be there, and what the driver's name would be. I 
thanked them, and after hanging up the phone, went to my computer to 
compose email messages to my clients, letting them know that I'd be 
gone, and when I expected to return. I also gave my active client a 
status report, so they would know that there wouldn't be any delays 
in my delivery of the code they needed. That done, I set my email 
program up to give anyone else an "out of town on business" response, 
and shut down the monitor, printer, and other non-essential hardware.
When I got back to the bedroom, I found that Robyn and Sandra had 
both taken their clothes off, and had started on what appeared to be 
a fairly passionate '69' session. It was both fun, and erotic, to 
watch them, so I didn't do or say anything to disturb them. When I 
knew they wouldn't have noticed me if I came through with a marching 
band, I got up off the corner of the bed where I'd been sitting, and 
took off my own clothes before sitting down again.
Robyn was on top, and the way they were situated, I could watch as 
each of them did her level best to make the other as hot and bothered 
as possible. My position was such that I had a slightly better view 
of Sandra licking and sucking on Robyn's labia and clitoris; but from 
the shine on Robyn's face, and Sandra's moans, I knew Robyn was 
giving as good as she got.
As I watched them pleasure each other, my penis began to get harder 
and harder. Finally, Robyn 'won' by bringing Sandra to climax first, 
continuing to lick and nibble on Sandra's clitoris even as Sandra 
continued to moan her release. When Sandra finally got her breath 
back, she turned her head, and saw me - I held my finger to my lips, 
and she nodded that she would stay silent. Then she smiled as she saw 
me stand up, and move over so that I was standing behind Robyn. A 
look of lust crossed her face when she saw that I was erect, followed 
by one of eager anticipation when she realized that I was planning on 
making love to Robyn - right above her face, so she could watch the 
entire thing.
I put my hands on Robyn's hips, and she didn't seem to notice the 
difference between my touch, and Sandra's. But she certainly noticed 
it when she felt my erection pressing against the outside of her 
vagina - she lifted her head from Sandra's crotch long enough to say 
"Oh, god, yes! Do it, *please*!"
With a gleam in her eye, Sandra reached up to pull my penis down so 
she could take it into her mouth and lick it, getting me nice and 
slippery for my entry into Robyn. When she released it, it swung up, 
grazing Robyn's clitoris, and causing her to grunt in pleasure. I 
reached down and adjusted the angle, then began to press myself into 
Robyn - eventually sinking into her in a single, slow, continuous 
push that ended only when my scrotum was brushing against her 
clitoris. I glanced down, and saw that Sandra's eyes were wide at the 
sight of what I'd done, and what was happening before her. I could 
also see that the sight delighted her, as well.
Taking Robyn's hips in my hands, I eased myself back out about half 
way before pressing into her again. I paused a moment, then did it 
again, and again. Robyn welcomed each thrust, rocking back slightly 
in welcome to my movements. Encouraged, I began a slow, steady 
pistoning movement that quickly had Robyn's ample juices spread along 
my erection. Sandra lifted her head slightly, and began tonguing 
Robyn's clitoris. To make room for her, I shifted myself back a bit, 
so that she would have room without having my balls slapping her in 
the face; still, I could frequently feel her tongue on the underside 
of my penis as she continued her manipulations of Robyn's clitoris. 
Between the two of us, we quickly got Robyn to the edge of orgasm - 
and then eased her over the edge into a deep release. As I felt Robyn 
tighten around me, I pressed myself into her as far as I could; the 
tightening of her vagina around my erection was enough to trigger my 
own climax as well. Sandra apparently saw my balls tighten, and 
decided to lick my scrotum in time with the tightening; that, coupled 
with what Robyn was doing to me, made my ejaculations all the 
stronger, and more frequent. There simply wasn't enough room in 
Robyn's vagina for my penis, and all the semen that I'd unloaded into 
her; some of it was forced out to run down the insides of her thighs, 
or onto my scrotum. Either way, Sandra was there to lick it up, 
obviously savoring the mix of Robyn's flavor and mine.
 From the eager way that Sandra licked up the overflow from Robyn's 
vagina, I knew that she'd want the rest. When my penis had shrunk a 
little more, I pulled myself free of Robyn, only to have my penis 
replaced by Sandra's tongue and lips as she did everything she could 
to draw out what she hadn't gotten yet. Rewarding Sandra for her 
efforts, Robyn quickly resuming her assault on Sandra's clitoris and 
vaginal opening. I could tell what was going on because I'd all but 
collapsed on my back on the bed, and could clearly see what they were 
doing to each other. It was *almost* enough to get me hard again.
Both of them were trying to get the other off, and both ultimately 
succeeded, in nearly perfect unison - Robyn was the first to voice 
her release, but Sandra joined her before Robyn's moan of pleasure 
ended. When their pleasure had passed, Robyn almost literally 
collapsed on Sandra - who seemed not to notice, or care. Out of 
consideration for both of them, I gently pried Robyn loose, and 
turned her around, so that they lay there, head to head. After a 
couple of minutes, Sandra managed to turn her head, then lift it 
enough to kiss Robyn full on the mouth - and getting a taste of her 
own essence in the process. Then she looked at me, and smiled her 
thanks, before indicating that she wanted my help in getting Robyn 
moved up next to me. Together, we managed to get Robyn's head on the 
pillow, and I lay down on one side of her while Sandra took station 
on the other. Together, we held Robyn for the couple of additional 
minutes it took her to 'come down' from where her orgasm had taken 
her. When she opened her eyes, and saw us looking down at her, she 
smiled, and told us "That was wonderful. Thank you both for *such* a 
good time!"
We grinned at her, and Sandra said, "It was my pleasure, too!", to 
which I added, "What she said!", making Robyn grin back at us.
We lay there for several minutes, content to have made each other 
feel so good, and happy with the physical contact that we were 
sharing. It was Sandra, though, that finally spoke up, saying, "As 
nice as this all feels, I'm getting kind of uh, sticky. How about if 
we grab a shower and go to sleep, so we're not so tired when we get 
to the airport tomorrow morning?"
Robyn and I agreed that it sounded like a fine idea, and the three of 
us trooped into the bathroom for a long, hot, fun shower. By the time 
it was over (due to lack of hot water), we'd all perked up some, and 
changed the plan to include watching some TV before bed. I spread a 
light blanket on the floor while Sandra pulled some cushions off the 
couch for us to put our heads on; Robyn tasked herself with getting 
us all something to drink. They gestured that they wanted me to lay 
down first, and after I did, they lay next to me on their sides, so 
that they were almost wrapped around me as we watched a half-hour 
comedy, then an hour drama. By the time it was over, we were all 
ready for bed - they headed off to the bedroom while I stayed up long 
enough to check the weather for where we were going. That done, I 
went to bed, too - only to find them already sound asleep in each 
other's arms.
When the alarm sounded the next morning, I quickly shut it off, so 
that Robyn and Sandra could have a little more sleep - I rather 
suspected that they needed it. I went into the kitchen, and got a pot 
of coffee going, then got things together for a light breakfast of 
croissants and jelly. About the time the coffee finished burbling, I 
knew that I'd have to wake them up; so I went into the bedroom and 
gently nudged both of them until their eyes opened. When they were 
able to focus on me, I told them "Time to get up, sleepyheads. We've 
got a plane to catch, remember?" That last bit was enough to get them 
motivated, and it wasn't long before they were at the dining table 
with me, each with a cup of doctored coffee and a croissant. I kept 
an eye on the time as they chatted about the upcoming adventure - 
neither had ever flown before, and they were both excited, and 
nervous, at the prospect.
Each had a couple of croissants with their coffee - about right, I 
figured: enough to keep them from getting hungry too soon, but not so 
much as to make them queasy on the plane. Myself, I packed down a 
couple more than they did - last nights activities had whetted my 
appetite.
I finally told them that it was time to get dressed - that the limo 
would be there to pick us up in TWENTY MINUTES. Both quickly finished 
the crumbs on their plates, and knocked back the last swallow of 
their coffee before rushing into the bedroom. I could hear the 
discussion as they negotiated who got to use the bathroom - for 
makeup, of all things - first. I followed them a couple minutes 
later, after loading, then starting, the dishwasher. No sense coming 
back to dirty dishes, I thought.
By the time I'd gotten my underwear and pants on, they'd managed to 
apply the trace of makeup they thought they needed; there wasn't any 
problem with me running my electric razor over my face and brushing 
my teeth. That done, I finished getting dressed, and had time to down 
half a cup of coffee before there was a knock at the door. I opened 
it to see the promised vehicle, and the driver readily volunteered 
his name, and who he was working for. Satisfied, I told the girls 
that the car was there, and that it was time to leave - right NOW. I 
heard a little scuffling in the bedroom, and a few moments later, 
both appeared with their suitcase in hand. As the driver guided them 
to the car - an actual limo - I got my own suitcase, and followed. 
With our luggage stowed, the driver held the door for us. Moments 
later, we were off to the airport.
The girls were surprisingly quiet for most of the trip - between the 
excitement of being in an actual limousine, and heading for their 
first plane ride, they had plenty to keep them distracted. When we 
pulled up to the terminal, the skycap was right there to take command 
of our three small suitcases. I gave him the flight number and 
destination, and as he got our bags tagged, I tipped the limo driver 
- $50, since he'd been on time, gotten us there with plenty of time 
to spare, and done it with grace and style. The skycap, after handing 
me the claim tickets for our bags, got $20 - he'd been courteous, 
efficient, and most of all, good-natured with the girls and their 
questions. I slipped him another $5, and asked "Think our stuff could 
be loaded last?"; he nodded, knowing what I was doing, and took the 
money.
With nothing but my shoulder bag to slow us down, we headed for the 
counter to pick up the tickets Lucy had gotten for us. Surprisingly, 
the lines were still fairly short, so it didn't take long for us to 
identify ourselves, and get set up. Interestingly, the plane wasn't 
expected to be that full, so the girls were each allowed a window 
seat, with me occupying the aisle seat next to Robyn. Tickets and 
boarding passes in hand, our next stop was a bathroom, to recycle 
some coffee. From there, it was off to the boarding gate, by way of 
all the security checkpoints we had to pass through. It didn't take 
us long, of course, since the girls were armed with nothing more than 
good looks and sex appeal. I carried only a small pocketknife that I 
dumped in the basket they provided. My carry on bag revealed nothing 
of interest, either. No bells, no alarms, and no hassle.
Once the hard part was over, we found a small newsstand where I 
bought a paper to read, and the girls each selected a magazine they 
hadn't read yet. With something to pass the time, the final stop was 
the boarding area, where we would still have over half an hour before 
our flight was called. Robyn and Sandra were trying very hard to be 
cool about it, but I noticed that when they didn't think anyone was 
looking, they'd stare at almost anything - up to and including the 
monitors that showed the status of all the different flights.
Eventually, though, our flight was announced. The girls watched me, 
and when I didn't jump up right away, kept their seats. A little 
later, they made the second call, and I finally got up. They did, 
too, and we calmly made our way to the gate, had our passes checked, 
and took our time getting to the plane. We arrived just as the last 
of the Thundering Herd (the folks that like to stand up in the cabin 
as soon as the wheels hit pavement, for example) were finding their 
seats. We easily found our seats, though the flight attendant had to 
chase a loose kid out of one of them - Sandra's as it turned out. As 
the flight attendant ran through the 'oh, SHIT' checklist (anything 
that happens that you'd need that information, most folks will go 
'Oh, SHIT - I should have paid attention!'), the girls were careful 
to listen to her - even taking notice of where the emergency doors 
were. I listened, too, but had been on that model aircraft enough 
times that *I* probably could have given the spiel.
That done, it wasn't long before they backed the plane up, and we 
made our way to the taxiway. A few more minutes, and we were in 
position for takeoff - and Robyn and Sandra were as nervous as I'd 
ever seen anyone. Robyn visibly paled when the pilot finally hit the 
gas, and we started down the runway; I could only guess that Sandra 
wasn't in much better shape. Still, once we were airborne, and the 
plane leveled off, both of them seemed to calm down considerably - 
though they still took an extreme interest in anything outside the 
airplane. Normal enough for a first flight, particularly at their 
age, but still amusing.
When the flight attendants drifted through with what they claimed was 
food, both girls were too engrossed in what they were doing to 
express any interest in something as mundane as food. I took their 
share, and a cup of what turned out to be reasonably close to coffee. 
After a while the newness of the situation wore off - after all, it 
wasn't like they could go outside to look; and when you get right 
down to it, there isn't a lot of statistical variation among clouds. 
Particularly when you're looking at them for the side or top.
By that time, we only had an hour or so of flight left, so the girls 
were able to pass the time with their magazines. Me, I spent most of 
the flight thinking about what Lucy might be facing, and how to deal 
with it. I'd pretty much gotten it all worked out when I heard the 
landing gear come down. I noticed Robyn and Sandra both watching me, 
and smiled at them to let them know that everything was fine. 
Reassured, they went back to looking out the windows. From the corner 
of my eye, I could see that Robyn would glance at me at each noise 
the plane made as we got ready to land, but when I didn't react, she 
played it cool, as well. She even reached forward to touch Sandra, in 
reassurance.
Soon enough, the plane touched down - both girls gave a start - and 
ultimately made it's way to the jetway where I knew Lucy would be 
waiting for us. Of course, the Herd were already standing, ready to 
bolt out the door the moment it opened; Robyn and Sandra took their 
cue from me, and waited patiently in their seats until the door 
opened. Only then did I stand up, and pull my bag out from under the 
seat in front of me. One of the Herd thought to run me over, but I 
kind of accidentally put an elbow in his stomach, giving Robyn and 
Sandra time to get into the aisle ahead of me. He gave me a dirty 
look that I pretended not to see. When we cleared the gate, Lucy was 
there waiting for us - far enough back to let people get by, but 
positioned so that we couldn't miss her. Both girls ran to her, and 
the three of them were still hugging when I got close enough to be 
included.
After the standard Question and Answer period (So, how was your 
flight? What did they serve? Anything interesting happen?), we made 
our way to the baggage claim area to see if our suitcases had taken 
the same plane. We didn't hurry, and only had to stand around a 
couple of minutes before the machinery kicked on. I eased us over to 
where the bags disappeared into the wall; it's usually one of the few 
places where you don't have to fight anyone off to reclaim your 
stuff.
It was at this point that the added tip I'd given the skycap paid 
off: by loading our suitcases last, they were the first UNloaded. 
That meant that they were on the first cart of baggage delivered to 
the claim area. So by the time the first suitcase was ready to 
disappear behind the wall, our three were appearing at the other end. 
Lucy saw them, and commented on the good luck we were having; I 
almost hated telling her what I'd done, and why. She gave me a wicked 
grin, and said "I'll have to remember that, next plane I take!"
Suitcases in hand, we headed for the exit, after getting the tags on 
our bags compared to those we held in our hands. When we got outside, 
I wasn't surprised to see the courtesy van for the hotel we'd be 
staying in.
On the way to the hotel, Lucy informed me that she'd gotten her room 
changed, so that it was next to the two she'd reserved for us - one 
for me, one for the girls. She also whispered in my ear that the 
center room had doors leading to the other two, so whoever was in it 
could visit privately with whoever was in the other rooms. She went 
on to tell me to take the center room, so that I could spend time 
with her, or the girls, without making it obvious to anyone in the 
hallway. I whispered back that I thought it was time to knock off the 
pretending, and for all of us to just fess up to what was going on. 
She looked startled, and said she'd think about it. While she and I 
were talking, Sandra and Robyn had been looking at the various 
sights, and asking the poor driver too many questions too fast. He 
was visibly relieved when we pulled up to the front door of the 
hotel. Lucy had already checked us in, so the only thing to be dealt 
with was our luggage - something the bellhop was quick to do. I 
discretely pulled Robyn aside, and slipped her a couple of dollars, 
saying "for the bellhop". She looked confused, but took the money - 
only to understand later when she saw me tip him after he deposited 
my suitcase in my room.
When we'd had a chance to look over the rooms, and even check out the 
plumbing, Lucy asked if anyone was hungry. The girls were still too 
excited, but I figured a little something wouldn't hurt - besides, it 
was a little after lunch, local time, and I wanted to get matched up 
with the local clock. The girls went with us as we made our way to 
the small caf  in the hotel; once there, and looking at menus, the 
girls realized that they'd had too little for breakfast, and opted to 
make up for the loss. As we waited, Lucy filled me in on what had 
gone on so far that morning - and it didn't sound good. I told her 
some of what I'd thought about on the plane, and together we planned 
on what we'd talk about to her boss - who wanted to have a conference 
call with me, Lucy, and their client, so that we were all starting 
from the same point.
About then, lunch arrived, and Lucy sat back, thinking, while the 
three of us ate. When we were done, she gave them her company credit 
card, added a tip to the bill, and signed it. That done, we headed 
back up to the rooms, opening the doors between them. Lucy explained 
to the girls that she and I had to talk with her boss and their 
client, but that she didn't think that it would take too long. She 
wanted them to stay in their room until we were done, but then we'd 
all go out and have a look around the town. The girls readily agreed, 
and Lucy and I headed for her room, closing the door between the 
girls room, and mine.
The hotel had provided her with a speakerphone, and she used it to 
call her boss, who quickly took her call. She introduced us, and I 
filled him in on what I would be doing, how I'd be doing it, and why. 
He understood it easily enough, and told me that I sounded like just 
the person they needed for the job. We chatted a couple more minutes 
before their client joined in; another round of introductions, and 
things got going.
I asked the client to tell me what had prompted their request for 
Lucy's presence. They filled me in on the history of how the company 
had operated, and how things had started changing after their client 
hired a new executive. Essentially, profits were down, expenses were 
up, and they weren't making the money they expected, or should have 
been making.
That done, Lucy filled them in on what she and her accountants had 
found - and not found - and let them know about some of the informal 
feedback the accountants had given her the first day. Then she told 
them what she'd done, and gone through, the second day. Finally, she 
told them what she'd told me (I noted that she was careful to make it 
sound like all of our conversations had happened AFTER she'd gotten 
approval for a consultant). She finished by telling them what her 
suspicions had been, and how - after talking to me - she'd narrowed 
down where the problem might be. Then it was my turn again, as I 
explained to them in a little greater detail than I'd given her boss 
initially what it was that I would be doing, and how I would be doing 
it. A few times, Lucy spoke up to fill in some of the details that 
she knew her boss, or their client, would want - the role I'd play, 
and so on. When I was done, the client and her boss were both silent 
for a little bit before they started discussing what Lucy had told 
them, and what I'd proposed. It didn't take them long to reach 
agreement, and we were given permission to go ahead. The client asked 
if I needed to know how much money was involved, and I politely told 
them that at that point, it didn't matter to me - all that interested 
me was finding out if there was any chicanery going on with the 
computer files. I went on to let them know that I was perfectly 
willing to consider our deal complete at the point that I got the 
answer to that question - that at that point, my sole concern was the 
facts of what was happening in the computer system, nothing more. 
Lucy smiled at the surprise her boss and the client expressed, 
finally telling them that I was telling them that I wasn't going in 
with any preconceived notions of guilt or innocence - that I would 
follow the facts, and nothing else. It seemed to be a novel concept 
to them, but they accepted what she told them. That settled, they 
wished us well, and ended the conversation.
The next thing for us to do was go and check on the girls - and 
finding them exploring their room, and delighting in the richness of 
the furnishings. I couldn't help but grin, though, when they asked 
Lucy what the bidet was for - and all but laughed outright at the 
expression on her face as she tried to explain. From there, Lucy 
herded us all into her rental car, and gave us a tour of the town, 
pointing out various sights. When we got back, we started for our 
rooms through the lobby; a thought hit me, and I detoured to the 
concierge's office. There, I asked him if Phil Waters still owned the 
Caf  Triomphe; he assured me he did. I asked him to get us 
reservations for that evening, and he told me that the Caf  was 
invariably booked for months in advance. I asked him to give Mr. 
Waters a call, directly, and ask a specific question: whether or not 
Muddy could rustle up some swill for Boomer. He looked at me 
curiously, but assured me he'd do it. While this was going on, Lucy 
was standing behind me, and listened as the concierge made the call. 
We listened as he repeated what I'd told him, and see the surprise on 
his face at the answer. He thanked the other person, and looked up at 
me speculatively before saying "Mr. Waters instructed me 'Tell Boomer 
that I can always toss a couple more grubs in the pot", and to show 
up whenever you wished."
I thanked him, and the four of us headed for the elevators to take us 
back to our rooms. As we were going up, Lucy looked at me strangely, 
and said "When I came here the first time, it didn't take me long to 
find out that Caf  Triomphe is *the* best restaurant in a five 
hundred mile radius. I also learned that to get in, you had to make 
reservations months in advance - sometimes as many as six. Now you 
waltz in, make one call, and you're in there in nothing flat. What 
the hell is going on?"
"Phil 'Muddy' Waters was the guy that did most of the cooking in the 
unit I was in, in the military. We called him 'Muddy' for a couple of 
reasons - he's both black, and has the same last name as the old 
Blues musician."
"Okay, so why were you called 'Boomer'?"
"Oh, that was just the name I picked up along the way."
She looked at me doubtfully, but didn't say anything. The girls had 
paid attention to what was going on, since they'd picked up on the 
fact that something special had happened. Lucy went on to ask me 
"Okay, so are you going there alone, or what?"
"Of course I'm not going there alone. You and the two ragamuffins 
here are going, too."
Robyn promptly got an indignant look on her face, and said "We are 
*not* ragamuffins. We are dressed as YOU and MOM told us we should."
I laughed at her tone, and said "Yeah, and if I'd told you to bring 
something fancy, and Muddy didn't still own the place, I'd have 
looked like a complete idiot. Now you've got an excuse to go out and 
buy a fancy outfit, and get all dolled up. I sprung this on you, so 
the bill is on me. Besides, I don't think Muddy is going to let me 
pay for our meal tonight, so I might as well use the money for 
_something_, even if it is just YOU two."
At that, Sandra decided to get indignant, as well, saying "'Just' us 
two? Well, if you're paying for it, then I guess we need to show you 
that we're a little more than 'just' us two; and that we are NOT 
ragamuffins, either!"
Behind them, I could see Lucy smiling at their reaction, knowing that 
I'd been baiting them. Just then, the elevator reached our floor, and 
the two of them huffed their way to their room as Lucy and I 
retreated to her room. Once there, I told her "Once I found out that 
Muddy still owned that place, I couldn't help teasing them about 
going there. I trust that you'll take them out and make sure they get 
suitably gussied up?"
"Of course", she answered, before asking "Don't you think *I* need to 
get 'gussied up' too?"
"Nope. You look pretty good to me the way you are.", I answered 
before giving her a kiss.
"Well, YOU may think so, but *I* don't. While I've got them in the 
stores, I'm going to get a little something for me, too. And you're 
going to pay for it."
I laughed, and said, "Okay," before digging out my wallet, and 
handing her a credit card.
She looked at me strangely, and asked "That's it? 'Okay'? You're not 
going to tell me not to spend too much or anything?"
"Nope. I already trust your integrity and good sense. I know you're 
not going to take advantage of me. At least, not financially."
She grinned at me, and said "Yeah, not financially. That leaves a lot 
of room for other ways, though."
"Okay. Pick one, and it's yours."
She gave me a lecherous grin, and said, "Oh, I will, and it will be."
I grinned back, saying "OOOOOOO, I'm so *scared*. So scared, I'm 
going to do a little work on my computer while you three are out 
shopping. Let me know when you're ready to go out," then heading for 
my room.
I heard her laugh behind me as I closed the door between our rooms; a 
few moments later, the phone in the girls' room rang. A couple 
minutes later, I heard their doors open and close as they headed out 
to get something to wear for the evening. When I heard that, I called 
up the front desk, and arranged to have my suit cleaned and pressed. 
A couple of hours later, I heard them return, and a few minutes after 
that, they were off again. An hour or so later, they were back for 
the second time; throughout the whole thing, I was careful not to ask 
where they'd been, or what they'd been doing - I figured that when 
they wanted me for anything, they knew where to find me.
Around six o'clock, I shaved, took a shower, and got ready to go out. 
About seven o'clock, I heard the phone in Lucy's room ring; a couple 
minutes later, I heard the girl's door open and close, then Lucy's. A 
minute later, my phone went off; when I answered, I was told that 
they were ready when I was - provided that I was ready _then_.
I knocked on the door between Lucy's room, and mine, and heard a 
little scurrying before she told me to come in.
It wasn't enough time to prepare for what I found.
Lucy was in front, dressed in a gray silk outfit that make it clear 
she was female. Strapless, deep-scooped in front to reveal her 
cleavage, and skin-tight from bust to hips - without a panty or bra 
line to be seen - it flowed from her hips to mid-thigh, revealing a 
pair of lean, smooth legs that any woman would have been proud of.
Robyn was standing slightly behind her, on Lucy's right. Her dress 
was white, and only slightly less revealing than Lucy's. It sported 
spaghetti straps on the shoulders, with a skirt that revealed a pair 
of long, tanned legs. No panty or bra lines for her, either.
To Lucy's left, and a little behind her, I could see Sandra - also in 
a strapless number. It was black at her bust, turned filmy across her 
midriff, and darkened again where it flowed onto her hips. Then it 
dropped down to a filmy black skirt that did precious little to hide 
her slender, muscular legs. Again, there was nothing to mar the lines 
of the dress.
If they weren't nude under those dresses, they weren't far enough 
from it to matter.
I could only stand there, my mouth hanging open, until Lucy asked "Is 
this 'gussied up' enough for you?"
It took me a couple of tries before I was finally able to tell them 
"*This* is why I like girls!" with deep conviction.
All three smiled, and with a gesture from Lucy, all three made a 
small pirouette, showing that none of the outfits had anything of 
substance in back - Lucy's was bare to just above the crack of her 
ass; Sandra's was bare to below her waist, and Robyn's dipped to the 
small of her back, only a couple of small cords broadly lacing it 
together - making it clear that not a one of them had a bra on. All 
three had obviously also gone out for some serious beauty salon work 
- Lucy had gotten a little trimmed off, so that it flowed to just 
past her shoulders. Robyn had gotten hers cut a bit, too - it fell 
only to her shoulders, framing her face wonderfully. Sandra, though, 
appeared to have done nothing more than brush her hair until it 
fairly glowed like unpolished silver. For the life of me, I couldn't 
decide which I wanted to do - take them out for every other guy who 
saw us to be jealous, or to hustle the three of them into bed, 
consequences be damned.
The decision was made for me when Lucy said "You're looking pretty 
good, there, fella. You ready to be seen in public with us, or you 
just going to stand there drooling?" - making Robyn and Sandra laugh.
"My first choice is to just stand here drooling, but if I don't show 
up, Muddy' feelings will probably be hurt."
"Off we go, then", Lucy said.
As we passed through the halls, then lobby, of the hotel, I could 
hear conversations pause as every male who saw them had his train of 
thought derailed - often to the consternation of the woman he was 
with. I'd dare say that more than a few husbands went home with sore 
shins, that night.
We made our way to Lucy's rental car, where she had me drive - "This 
outfit is NOT designed to be driven in!" she declared - while she 
navigated us to Caf  Triomphe. There, I pulled up in front, and left 
the keys with the valet, who all but fell down when the three of them 
got out of the car. Our walk into the restaurant was a near duplicate 
of what had happened at the hotel - a bubble of silence followed us 
as we made our way in. Once inside, it wasn't more than a minute 
before the headwaiter gave me a look, then approached, asking "Sir? 
Would you be Boomer?"
"Yes, I am. Or I should say, was."
"If you'll follow me, Sir, your table is waiting." - drawing us the 
stares of most of those waiting, plus a few dirty looks.
He led us to a table that was obviously the best in the place, saying 
"Mr. Waters will be with you in a moment, sir."
The headwaiter helped me get Robyn and Sandra seated; I gave him a 
look, and he stayed away from Lucy. I hadn't any more than sat down 
myself when a shadow fell over our table. I heard Robyn and Sandra 
gasp, then Lucy. I turned to look, and saw that Muddy was there. At 
nearly 6' 8" tall and pushing 300 pounds, bald, and black as the 
darkest night, he made an impressive figure. He opened his mouth and 
said "Boomer, it's been a long time!" in a deep, rumbling bass voice 
that would have made Barry White cry. I stood up again, and tried to 
shake hands with him - and got pulled into a hug, anyway. When he 
turned loose of me, I discretely checked to see if he'd broken any 
ribs - even his muscles had muscles, and sometimes he misjudged his 
own strength; deciding he hadn't, I turned to introduce him to Lucy 
and the girls. Smiling to show white, even teeth, he stuck a hand out 
to each of them, and when they cautiously put a hand in it, leaned 
over to kiss it before telling them how happy he was to meet them. 
During all of this, the headwaiter, waiter, and other customers were 
watching this like I was some major dignitary that they couldn't 
remember the name of.
With the introductions out of the way, Muddy turned to me and said, 
"I heard you'd gone to college - what was it, Podunk University or 
some such?"
I laughed, and answered "Yeah, something like that. I heard you'd 
opened up some kind of greasy spoon, and were busy poisoning people. 
Looks like you're doing okay for yourself, Muddy."
He laughed, and said "Yeah, no telling what some people will like", 
making me laugh along with him, before he said "Looks like you're 
doing pretty good yourself, there, Boomer. You still like steak?"
I gave him a look, and he laughed again, before turning to the girls 
and Lucy, saying "If you lovely ladies don't mind, I've got some 
steaks that I think you'll like."
All three looked at me, and I smiled and nodded, letting them know 
that they wouldn't be disappointed. Looking back at him, Lucy said "I 
think we'd be delighted, Mr. Waters."
Muddy laughed again, and said "Ma'am" - "Please, call me Lucy" - 
"Lucy, there's no need for that Mister stuff with me. Me, and Boomer 
here, we go back a ways; just call me Muddy, like everyone else, 
okay? And that goes for you two young ladies, too; I won't know 
you're talking to me, unless you call me Muddy!"
All three of them smiled at him, and he turned back to me to say, "If 
you'll excuse me a minute, Boomer, I got a couple things that need my 
attention, but I'll be back."
I told him that was fine, and before he left, he signaled one of the 
waiters, and told him "Ricky, this here is Boomer. He's my *personal* 
guest. While he's here, you got _nothing_ else to do but watch after 
him and his ladies. If he ain't happy, *I* ain't happy. He says he 
wants your sister, you call her a cab. He sneezes, you build him a 
fire. You got me?"
Ricky's eyes got real big, and he nodded solemnly before looking at 
me as though I'd just levitated off the floor. The headwaiter watched 
this, and only nodded when Muddy looked at him before heading into 
the kitchen. I sat down again, and Lucy and the girls only stared at 
me for several seconds before another waiter appeared - this one with 
a dusty bottle of wine. He wiped the label off and showed it to me, 
saying, "Mr. Waters said that if you agreed to the steak, this was 
the wine I was to serve. It's from his private cellar; one of three 
bottles that he was allowed to buy that year."
I nodded, and he carefully opened the bottle before pouring a small 
amount in my glass. I sipped it, letting it flow over my tongue - and 
discovering that it was one of the finest, no, THE finest, red wine 
I'd ever tasted. I paused only a moment before letting him know that 
it was okay to pour. I watched as Lucy, then Sandra and Robyn, each 
took a sip - and smile in delight at it's flavor.
About that time, Muddy showed up again, saying "There, that's taken 
care of - I remember how you like your steak, Boomer, but I need to 
know what these lovely ladies prefer."
Lucy smiled at him, and said, "Medium-well, please", with Sandra and 
Robyn nodding in agreement. Muddy smiled, and said "Excellent. Medium 
well it is." Then he turned to Ricky, and asked "You still standing 
there? Where's these folks appetizers?" in a good-natured tone. I'm 
not sure that I had time to draw my next breath before Ricky was 
back, with fresh-baked bread and rolls for us, along with a dish of 
what turned out to be fresh-churned butter. When we'd each taken a 
roll, Muddy cautioned us "Now, don't be eating too much of that - 
you're going to be wanting to leave some room for these steaks."
I asked him what he'd been up to since I'd left our unit, and he 
filled me in as I ate. When I was done, he asked me, and I told him 
what I was doing. From there, we branched out into what some of the 
other guys were doing. Right in front of God and everybody, he asked 
me if I was going to marry Lucy - causing Lucy to choke and the girls 
to giggle before I told him "Not yet". He turned to Lucy and told her 
"If Boomer doesn't pop the question soon, you come look me up - I'll 
ask it for damn sure!", making her blush.
 About that time, we heard some music start, and a bit later, Muddy 
turned to Lucy and asked "Lucy, if Boomer isn't going to ask you to 
dance, I sure will. Would you like to join me on the dance floor?" - 
catching her completely off guard. She looked at me, and I nodded, 
before she told him "Muddy, I'd be delighted". She stood up, and he 
gently guided her to the dance floor where he guided her around for a 
couple of slow ones. When he brought her back, he excused himself 
again, and Lucy watched him leave before telling me "You wouldn't 
think it from looking at him, but he's incredibly light on his feet - 
best dancer I've been with in a *long* time!"
I smiled, and said "Oh, I'd believe it. You forget, I served with 
him, and I know how light he can be. You didn't hear him when he 
walked up to the table, did you?" - and all three of them got 
thoughtful looks on their faces.
I excused myself, and headed for the men's room; when I got back, 
Muddy was there, telling them stories - apparently about me, judging 
from the looks I got. As I was sitting down, he finished one by 
saying "So when the Colonel asks us why we blew up the bridge the 
training brigade used to cross the river, Boomer tells him 'Because 
it was ugly, sir!'" - earning laughs from all of them - before adding 
"Cost me a month's pay; but it was sure worth it to see the 
expression on the Colonel's face!"
Here, I chipped in with "Whatever he's telling you, it's a lie. You 
can tell cause his lips are moving. It wasn't me, it was my evil 
twin, Cedric." Robyn and Sandra giggled; Lucy gave me an appreciative 
look and said "What he's been telling us is what a good guy you are."
"See? That proves my point", I said.
Muddy just grinned at me, and excused himself again.
The girls just looked at me as Lucy said "One of these days, you're 
going to have to tell me just what it was you *really* did in the 
Army."
About that time, another waiter showed up with our steaks - the 
largest, about 12 ounces, to me; the next, perhaps 8 ounces, to Lucy, 
then a couple of 6-ouncers to Robyn and Sandra. They were still 
sizzling from the grill, and were accompanied by baked potatoes 
topped with real bacon bits and cheddar cheese, and salads.
We were left alone while we ate - something that I appreciated, since 
it meant that I didn't have any distractions from savoring and 
memorizing every bite I took. I don't know what he did to it, but 
that was the best steak I'd had in *years* - flavorful, juicy, and 
actually tender enough to cut with a fork. None of us was interested 
in conversation - we just wanted to get ourselves wrapped around the 
food.
About the time we were sitting back from our meal, Muddy turned up 
again, asking if everything was okay. Lucy and the girls could only 
stare at him in wonder. I volunteered "Well, it was something of an 
improvement over barbeque grubs."
Muddy all but fell over, laughing, before explaining to the others 
"We were out on a mission, and it kinda ran long, so we ran out of 
food we'd packed along. Pickings were kinda slim, so we finally had 
to settle for some grubs we'd found in an old, dead tree. Understand, 
we were ready to eat them, but weren't real happy at the idea, okay? 
Boomer, here, he comes up with the idea of trying to do something to 
add some flavor to them - kinda disguise the taste, right? We all see 
what we've got to flavor them with, and about the only thing we've 
got left is some little packets of ketchup, and some pepper. So I mix 
some extra pepper into the ketchup to kinda make a barbeque sauce, 
okay? We dump the grubs in, cook the whole mess, and chow down while 
it's still plenty hot - thinking that if our tongues are scalded, it 
won't taste so bad. It didn't help much, though. Anyway, after we get 
back, a bunch of us are out drinking, and get hungry. We wander into 
this barbeque joint, and Boomer here asks them why there aren't grubs 
on the menu. They get upset, and we finally wind up in a fight. Ever 
since then, we need to compare food to something, we say it's better 
or worse than barbeque grubs."
Lucy and the girls had made a few faces during the story, but were 
laughing pretty hard there at the end. Even the headwaiter and poor 
Ricky were smiling, and looking at their boss in a new light.
Muddy gestures at Ricky, and a minute later, Lucy and I have a cup of 
fresh coffee in front of us; Robyn and Sandra get hot chocolate. Then 
Muddy says he'll give us a few minutes before he brings out dessert. 
Lucy and the girls try to protest, but he just looked at them and 
smiled before disappearing into the kitchen.
About the time we finished with our drinks, Muddy came out again, 
Ricky right behind him with a tray. As Ricky put the plates in front 
of us, I can see that we're getting strawberry cheesecake. Lucy eyes 
it for a second, then picks up her fork to cut off a bit. She put it 
in her mouth, chewed once, and her whole face lit up - prompting 
Sandra and Robyn to follow her example; right down to the smiles of 
delight. I took a bite, and must have smiled, too - all of them 
grinned at the expression on my face. It was strawberry cheesecake, 
all right. With *fresh* strawberries (not in season), and the 
cheesecake was the lightest, tastiest thing I'd ever had. The next 
bite came a little faster.
Muddy just sat there, enjoying the expression on our faces as we made 
short work of the delight he'd provided us. As we were deciding 
whether or not to lick the plates, Ricky appeared again with more 
coffee and hot chocolate, distracting us from embarrassing ourselves. 
Lucy told him "That was incredible. Can I get the recipe?"
Muddy looked embarrassed (first time I'd ever seen it), and told her, 
apologetically, "Sorry, Lucy, I just can't do that. But if you'll 
give me a call, I'll be more than happy to get one to you any time 
you ask."
Ricky brought Muddy a cup of coffee, and the five of us sat there at 
the table, chatting about almost nothing of consequence for probably 
half an hour or more. Finally, though, I knew that we had to leave, 
if only so that Muddy could try to make *some* money off that table 
that night. I started to reach for my wallet when I didn't think 
Muddy was looking. Without moving he said "Boomer, I sure hope you're 
reaching for a sandwich, cause whatever you pull out of that pocket, 
you're going to eat it."
"C'mon, Muddy, you know I don't take freebies."
"Ain't no freebie. If anything, I owe YOU. So just put your hands 
back on the table where I can see 'em, and don't be making any fuss."
"How many times I gotta tell you, Muddy? You don't owe me _anything_"
Muddy looked at Lucy, and said, "This here is one stubborn dude. 
Saves my life, and keeps telling me I don't owe him anything."
Lucy looked at him in surprise and curiosity; Robyn and Sandra just 
kept switching their stares between Muddy and me, as if waiting for 
us to fight.
Muddy saw the expression on Lucy's face, and told her "We were out on 
a mission - the last one we were together, as it turned out. Things 
got messed up, pretty bad. A mortar round lands kinda close, and 
messes me up some. Boomer here, he patches me up real quick, before 
anything serious falls off or slides out, and drags my black ass half 
a click to our base camp. As if that isn't enough, he's dodging enemy 
troops, and plugging the rest of the holes in me along the way. I 
didn't know till later that a mortar fragment hit him in the leg so 
he could barely walk by himself, never mind dragging me all over hell 
and gone. Anyway, he gets me back, and then goes out and pulls in a 
couple of the other guys, too. Man, that was some kinda screwed up 
mission."
Sandra and Robyn were looking at him, and when he noticed it, rolled 
up his shirtsleeves to show them a few scars before opening his shirt 
a little ways and showing them some more, telling them "It looked a 
lot worse, back then", with a grin.
Lucy was looking at me, as were the girls, as I told him "Dammit, 
Muddy, I *told* you: I was just saving MY ass; you were just close 
enough to get in on the deal."
Muddy gave a wry laugh, and said "Yeah, yeah, yeah. Well, tonight, 
it's my turn - I was making ME happy, and YOU were close enough, 
friend."
That said, he stood up, and stuck out his hand. I stood up, too, and 
we shook hands - then gave each other a hug before he quickly headed 
back into the kitchen. Ricky and the headwaiter were watching me, as 
were the girls and Lucy. The best I could do was give them a lopsided 
smile as I gestured that we could leave. I tried to tip Ricky and the 
headwaiter, but both flatly refused, thanking ME, instead.
We were the center of another Zone of Silence as we left; back 
outside, the valet managed to fiddle around long enough to get a 
bonus 20 seconds of watching Lucy and the girls before I got the keys 
from him.
All three of them were quiet on the way back to the hotel; only when 
the doors closed on the elevator for our ride up did Lucy finally 
say, "You are one surprising son of a bitch, you know that?"
Surprised, I looked at her and asked, "Who? Me?"
"Yes, you, you son of a bitch."
"What'd I do?"
"It's what you DIDN'T do, bastard."
"Okay, what *didn't* I do?"
"You were obviously involved in some pretty scary stuff while you 
were in the Army. But you don't say *shit* about it. Not even 
_mentioning_ that you'd done anything serious, like saving someone's 
life. Yeah, you told me you were in the Army, and yeah, you told me 
that you'd gotten some self-defense training. But you never said a 
*damn thing* about any of the rest of it."
"Didn't figure it mattered. Like my buddy Popeye says 'I am what I 
am'; I don't figure the how and why of it are as important."
That got me a dirty look, followed with "Yeah, but that's still the 
kind of stuff that people close to you should know."
Sandra and Robyn were watching this with considerable interest - but 
being careful not to draw attention to themselves.
I asked Lucy "Honestly, now, if I had told you about any of this 
before, would you have taken it as bragging, or as simply telling you 
about myself?"
That slowed her down, some. I could see her thinking it over for a 
bit before she hesitatingly admitted "I don't think I would have 
taken it as bragging; but I probably would have thought you were just 
trying to impress me."
"So not saying anything about it, and letting you find out about it 
on your own, was a *bad* thing?"
That settled her down some more, and I just stood there looking at 
her, waiting for her response. She finally blushed, and conceded "No, 
it wasn't. Not a BAD thing. Just really, really surprising." She 
thought a few more moments, then added "It's like finding out you're 
not who I thought you were."
"Perhaps I'm not. But am I better, or worse than what you thought? 
Did I somehow mislead you into thinking what you did?"
Grudgingly, she said, "No, you didn't do anything to mislead me. If 
anything, all you've done has been to try to get me not to mislead 
*myself*. And you're a LOT better person than I thought you were. I 
guess that's why I'm so mad - not really at you, but at ME, for being 
so mistaken about you, and not giving you the credit that I knew you 
deserved."
She started leaking around the eyes about the time the elevator door 
opened; I took her in my arms, and guided her and the girls toward 
her room. At the door, she fished the keycard for her room out of the 
small purse she'd been carrying. I handed it to Robyn, who used it to 
open the door; she and Sandra followed us into Lucy's room. We hadn't 
any more than closed the door before all three were shedding their 
shoes; a woman thing, I could only guess as I eased Lucy toward one 
of the chairs by the smallish table in her room, and then took one on 
the other side. Robyn and Sandra both discretely found seats on 
Lucy's bed.
After a bit, Lucy looked up at me, and said, "I'm sorry. I *knew* 
that there was more to you than you've shown so far, and I *knew* you 
were a better person that you've let on, and I *knew* you weren't the 
kind of person to brag or anything like that. It's just that when Mr. 
Waters, I mean Muddy, told us what you did, it scared me - thinking 
that you might have been hurt or killed back then, and I'd have never 
known you. And being scared made me mad, and I took it out on the 
wrong person when I really didn't have to be scared or mad, either 
one."
I reached out to her, and she put her hand in mine, as I told her 
"It's okay, Lucy. What's already happened is over with. I don't do 
that stuff any more, and I'm not in any danger - except maybe loving 
you, and Robyn, too much. There's more stuff that I haven't told you 
for a couple of reasons. First, some of it I _can't_ talk about, for 
reasons I'll explain. Second, some of it is just stuff that I really 
don't think makes any difference, or at least, SHOULDN'T make any 
difference."
"Why can't you tell me some of it?"
"Because I was in the Army Special Forces. You've heard of the Delta 
Force, right?"
She nodded, and I went on "Well, I was doing stuff kind of like that. 
Sometimes I had to go places and do things I can't talk about. What I 
did is probably not so secret now, but until someone officially tells 
me that, I have to follow the rules, okay?"
She nodded, and I continued by telling her "While we're kinda on the 
subject of honesty, I guess I should tell you that I did some other 
stuff that you might think was dangerous, too. I mean, aside from 
being in the Army kind of stuff. For example, I jumped out of 
airplanes a few times. Fortunately, they let me wear a parachute when 
I had to do that."
That last bit made her smile, and the bit about the parachute finally 
made her laugh, a little.
She sat there for a couple of minutes, deep in thought, as the three 
of us watched her. Finally, she looked up at me, then turned to look 
at the girls. She turned her chair a bit, so that she was more-or-
less facing all of us, and said "Well, if tonight's the night for 
truth, then I guess there are a few things *I* need to say."
She looked at Robyn and Sandra and said "The first truth is that I 
know you two have been making love with him."
Robyn and Sandra both turned white as sheets before she went on to 
say, "It's okay. You're not in trouble, and I'm not going to say 
anything to your parents, Sandra. I just want you to know that *I* 
know, and I'm okay with it. Hell, I've been making love with him, 
too, as I'm sure you both know, or have guessed. I'm just glad that 
you both had enough sense to find someone like him that would be 
patient and gentle and caring as I'm sure he was."
Both of them were sitting there, jaws working, but no noise coming 
out, as she told them "In fact, I kind of envy you. When I was 
younger, I lost my cherry to a guy that wasn't ANY of the things he 
is. It hurt, and I was sore for DAYS afterward. In fact, it was a 
_long_ time before I could really *enjoy* making love, and really 
understood what a wonderful thing it could be. Even more important, 
it was a long time before I found someone that I was comfortable 
with, someone that I could trust, someone that I could just *be* with 
and not have to worry about what either one of us was doing or 
thinking. That someone was HIM. So I understand, very well, what it 
was like for you, and what made you want him to be your first."
By this point, Robyn and Sandra had finally managed to stop looking 
like fish, but were still pretty much in a state of shock.
Lucy looked at Robyn, and said "Robyn" - Robyn pulled herself 
together enough to look at Lucy - "I don't know when you lost your 
cherry. I don't *care* when you lost your cherry. I think I know who 
you let have it, but I don't need to know the who or how or when. 
What matters to me is that you're HAPPY; that you're happy with the 
same man that I'm happy with only makes it better, in a way - I know 
that if he makes you even half as good as he does me, then you're 
doing better than I had any reason to expect, or hope for."
Next, she looked at Sandra, and said, "As for you, it's not for me to 
say anything to you about when you give someone your virginity, who 
you give it to, or why. The only ones that would have any reason to 
say anything would be your parents; if it mattered enough to them, 
they would have said something to you about it before now. If it 
doesn't, then it's not up to me to enlighten them."
"There are a couple more things I need to tell BOTH of you. First of 
those is that I expect that the two of you have been having sex with 
each other - that is, making love."
Both turned white, again, then blushed furiously, before she went on 
by saying, "Second, I don't mind." - they went from blushing to 
absolute amazement in zero seconds flat - "If it feels good to you, 
and no one is getting hurt, then go ahead and have fun. I only *ask* 
that you be careful: there are still too many people out there that 
think that some kinds of love and pleasure are somehow 'wrong', and 
would want to hurt you because of what you have together." She paused 
a moment, sighed, then went on "When I was younger, I had a chance to 
find out what you two have. A small bit of bad timing ruined it for 
me, and I've been sorry about it ever since."
Robyn and Sandra were openly staring at her as she went on to tell 
them "Yes, I said that I *almost* did it, too." She stood up, then, 
and did some kind of complicated shrugging movement that apparently 
broke the vacuum seal between the dress and her skin: the dress 
started to fall away from her as she caught it, then let it drop to 
the floor, standing before us with only a pair of stockings on. She 
went on to say "I know that I still look _pretty_ good, but I don't 
know if I look good *enough* - and the though of having my first girl 
lover turn me down scares me too much to try and find one now."
Robyn and Sandra both stared at her, openly, as I watched the three 
of them. First Robyn, then Sandra, finally broke their gaze from her 
body to her face, then her eyes. The three of them shared some silent 
conversation; Robyn and Sandra looked into each others eyes a moment, 
then, in unison, stood up. Each helped the other unfasten and unzip 
before they let their dresses pool around their feet to stand naked 
and unafraid.
Another silent communication between Robyn and Sandra before Robyn 
said "Mom, I think you look great", with Sandra adding "If you, uh, 
still want to find out, you know, what another girl is like, you can 
find out with me, if you want." Robyn followed that with "Me, too. I 
love you, mom."
Lucy turned to look at me, tears in her eyes; I simply smiled and 
shrugged, saying, "You've got your chance. Take it, or not - I'm 
staying out of it, either way."
She nodded her understanding and acceptance, and looked again at her 
daughter, and her daughter's friend.
Seeing only nervous willingness in their eyes, Lucy finally stepped 
out of the puddle of her dress, and moved toward them, raising her 
arms. They raised theirs, in response, and the three of them finally 
embraced.
When they finally released each other, Lucy paused a moment, then 
turned to face Sandra. A moment's hesitation, and she leaned forward 
a bit to finally kiss her daughter's best friend, full on the lips. 
Even from where I was sitting, I could see it as their kiss started 
with affection before moving to excitement, then arousal. Sandra 
reached up and haltingly put her hand on Lucy's breast; when no 
protest came, she quickly cupped it, feeling its greater weight, and 
firmness. Somewhat reassured, Lucy moved her hand to Sandra's breast 
in return, and after a few seconds, began caressing and fondling it. 
A few seconds after Sandra's movement, Robyn followed suit. She 
seemed to marvel at the size of her mother's exposed breasts, and 
delight in their weight and texture. When Sandra and Lucy's kiss 
finally ended, Robyn cautiously moved in to collect her own kiss. 
Lucy was equally nervous, but when their lips touched the first time, 
the fear and hesitation quickly dissipated: Lucy didn't delay in 
putting her other hand on one of Robyn's breasts, caressing it and 
running her fingers over it's erect nipple. When their kiss broke, 
Lucy raised herself up again, releasing a sigh of relief - followed 
by one of pleasure as each of the girls took one of her breasts in 
their mouth, sucking on both her nipples at the same time.
After a few seconds, Lucy turned her head to look at me - and finding 
that I was still dressed, and still in the chair I'd been occupying. 
I smiled at her, and gestured that she should go ahead. She smiled 
back, and mouthed 'thank you' toward me before turning her attention 
to the two young girls in front of her. After that, none of them 
seemed to take the slightest notice of me.
After a couple of minutes, the girls came up for air, and the three 
of the shared a round-robin of kisses before Robyn and Sandra parted, 
inviting Lucy to get on the bed. I could see the nervous anticipation 
on her face as she climbed to the middle, then moved onto her back, 
looking up at the youngsters.
As they got on the bed with her, Lucy told them "All I ever did 
before was touching, you know, on the outside. I- I- I want to see 
what you do, first, if that's okay."
Both of the smiled at her, and Sandra answered "That's okay, Lucy. 
How about if we start, and then when you're ready, you can kind of 
ease into it with whoever's closest?"
Robyn added, "Yeah, mom, it's okay. We didn't just start of doing all 
this stuff, either." with a grin.
When Lucy nodded her acceptance of what the youngsters had said, 
Robyn and Sandra turned to each other to share a deep, passionate 
kiss as they caressed each other's bodies. In only a couple of 
minutes, their lips were on each other's breasts, their hands at each 
other's crotch. Lucy reached out to touch, then caress, their thighs 
as the two youngsters continued to please each other. Finally, they 
lay on the bed, careful to make sure that Lucy had a good view as 
Sandra lay on her back, with Robyn sucking on her nipples as Robyn 
began dipping her fingers into Sandra's womanhood. Lucy could plainly 
see the distended labia, glistening with Sandra's arousal, and the 
nubbin of Sandra's clitoral hood as it rose up in proportion to 
Sandra's excitement. Lucy also noticed that Sandra had a hand in 
Robyn's crotch, and that both girls had visibly tightened breasts 
with erect nipples. Plainly, Lucy's presence neither dampened their 
enthusiasm for each other, nor the resulting arousal.
It was about this time that I realized that if I stayed, there wasn't 
a chance in hell that I'd be able to stop myself from joining in at 
some point; I didn't want to do *anything* to get in the way of 
Lucy's first time, so I quietly and carefully got up and went to my 
own room, closing the door softly behind me. Later, each of them 
privately told me bits of what had happened...
Lucy twisted herself around a little bit to get a slightly better 
view as Robyn began kissing and licking Sandra further and further 
down her body - plainly making her way toward Sandra's pelvis. Lucy 
reached out again, and began softly stroking Sandra's thigh as Robyn 
finally reached her goal, and dipped her tongue between Sandra's 
labia. As Robyn continued her attentions to Sandra's vaginal opening 
and clitoris, Lucy worked up the nerve to extend her touch to include 
Sandra's pubis - running her fingertips through it, and marveling at 
it's soft lushness. So fascinated was she that it took her several 
seconds to realize that there was a hand doing much the same thing to 
her own bush - a quick check revealed that in moving to get a better 
look, she'd moved to within range of Sandra's hand, which was now 
making a slow approach to her own wet opening. Almost without 
thought, she spread her legs so that Sandra would be able to reach 
her target.
The first touch of Sandra's fingertip on her clitoris almost pushed 
Lucy into an orgasm - and the feel of Sandra's slender digit finally 
parting her inner lips made her more excited than she remembered ever 
being before. She could feel how tight her areolas were, and her 
nipples felt like little pebbles perched on the tips of her breasts.
As she became accustomed to Sandra's touch, Lucy moved again, 
slightly, to get a closer look at what her daughter was doing with 
her mouth and tongue - only to see Robyn's lips wrapped around 
Sandra's clitoris, with Sandra's vaginal lips pursing in time with 
what Robyn was doing. The sight excited her tremendously, and without 
thinking, she slid her hand forward to slide a finger through 
Sandra's slit, both feeling the delicacy of the extended lips, and 
collecting a sample of Sandra's inner fluids. She put her thumb to 
her finger, feeling how light and oily Sandra's secretions were, then 
put her fingers to her nose, sampling the aroma. She found it to be 
much like her own, but different, too - lighter, somehow, and more 
delicate. Again, without thought, she put her fingers in her mouth, 
only realizing what she'd done when her taste buds informed her of 
Sandra's spicy/sweet flavor. Deliberately, she repeated her actions, 
even going so far as to actually FEEL Sandra's inner lips, and how 
thin they were, before collecting a goodly sample of the juices she 
sought. She again smelled them, only briefly, verifying how much the 
scent appealed to her, before putting her fingers in her mouth again 
to determine if she really liked the taste.
She did.
She liked it a lot.
That settled, and her mind finally at ease with the idea of actually 
having sex with another woman, Lucy didn't hesitate any longer to 
ease her way toward Sandra's pelvis, pausing along the way to sample 
Robyn's breast - and finding herself both pleased, and proud, of it's 
size and firmness. She continued licking and sucking Robyn's breast 
for a couple of minutes before remembering her initial goal - finally 
releasing Robyn's nipple from between her lips, she lowered her head 
next to Robyn's and whispered "Can I?"
Robyn turned to her and smiled, whispering back "Sure! You'll like 
it!" - to which Lucy simply replied, "I know."
When Robyn had raised her body enough, Lucy moved in the last couple 
of inches, and extended her tongue, drawing it up between Sandra's 
slickness before letting it draw several circles around Sandra's now 
erect clitoris. Sandra moaned in response, and that was the last 
encouragement Lucy needed: she quickly fastened her lips on Sandra's 
opening, and began licking and sucking on Sandra's labia and opening 
in a soft, rhythmic pattern, pausing every so often to form a rod 
with her tongue that she used to penetrate Sandra's opening as far as 
she could, getting an assortment of moans and gasps in reward.
Even as Lucy decided to shift her focus from Sandra's vaginal opening 
to her clitoris, she felt the hand leave her crotch - only to be 
replaced a few seconds later by a *very* talented mouth and lips: in 
just a few seconds, the attentions she was received were making her 
hotter and hotter, well on her way toward an orgasm. She tried to 
push her release away, so that she could continue to sample Sandra's 
delights. But then she had a realization: she was still at Sandra's 
crotch, and that Sandra hadn't moved. Sandra wasn't in any position 
to do anything but touch her - which meant that the one bringing her 
such pleasure could only be... her own daughter! The thought of that, 
coupled with the stimulation she was receiving, was more than enough 
to push her into an orgasm - even as her pelvis moved in time with 
her release, Robyn's lips stayed glued to her sex, softly sucking 
what must have been a flood of juices as wave after wave of pleasure 
washed over her.
With the passing of her orgasm, Lucy was able to again focus on the 
object of her desire - and quickly resumed her attentions to Sandra's 
womanhood. She felt a stirring on the bed, and glanced up to see that 
Robyn - face glistening with HER juices! - had moved over Sandra's 
mouth. She could see the edges of Robyn's lips where Sandra's tongue 
moved between them; and Robyn's erect clitoris was clearly visible 
behind the cloud of her pubic hair. The sight and thought of it only 
aroused Lucy again, and prompted her to redouble her efforts to bring 
Sandra to climax. She quickly took Sandra's clitoris into her mouth, 
and began a soft, steady sucking on it while she fluttered her tongue 
across its sensitive surface; Sandra's response was a deep, 
passionate moan into Robyn's crotch, along with an arching of her 
back to try and get even more stimulation on her clitoris.
Lucy stayed with her, though, continuing her activities, bringing 
Sandra closer and closer to the edge. Then, when she felt that Sandra 
was about to fall into the abyss, she slowed her actions, then 
stopped them, so she could again sample Sandra's female nectar. 
Sandra gave a small groan of disappointment before taking her 
frustration out first on Robyn's labia and vaginal opening, then when 
she'd calmed down a bit, Robyn's clitoris. It wasn't but a couple of 
minutes before Sandra had managed to bring Robyn to the very edge of 
climax; she held Robyn there for several long seconds, then bit - 
*ever* so softly - Robyn's clitoris, driving Robyn well and truly 
over the edge, all but screaming her pleasure.
Lucy heard Robyn's voice, and knew what had happened - that thought, 
too, aroused her, and she decided that Sandra was to receive as good 
as she'd given. Lucy again took Sandra' clit between her lips, and 
began a firm, gentle circling of it as she applied a soft suction to 
it, as well. As she felt Sandra again approach orgasm, she slowed, 
but didn't stop, her actions; using the reduced speed to greatly 
intensify Sandra's pleasure, and the power of her orgasm when it 
happened. Which was about another fifteen seconds - Lucy looked over 
Sandra's belly, and between her breasts, to see that Sandra was 
completely frozen in a silent scream of release; that was followed by 
a deep gasping breath before the next wave took her over. Another 
gasp, another spasm. One last gasp, and Sandra was finally able to 
loose a deep groan of satisfaction and pleasure as Lucy moved her 
mouth down to collect the remaining nectar from the flower of 
Sandra's womanhood. Lucy smiled to herself as she remembered a bumper 
sticker she'd seen once: "Be healthy - eat your honey". It had a 
whole new meaning to her, now.
When Sandra had gotten her breath back, Lucy released the hold she 
had on Sandra's thighs, and moved to lay on her back, her head on a 
pillow. The girls quickly moved up to lay next to her. She turned to 
kiss each of them in turn, and smelled her own scent on Robyn's face, 
and Robyn's on Sandra - and when two youngsters raised up to give 
each other a kiss, she knew that Sandra could smell HER on Robyn. 
When the girls lay down again, she put her arms around them; they 
quickly moved her hands so that each cupped one of the girls' 
breasts. A slight pressure on her hands was all she needed to know 
that they were encouraging her to touch and feel them - even as they 
were each reaching a hand out to do the same with one of _her_ 
breasts. She was fascinated at how similar, yet different the two 
sets of breasts were - Robyn's, slightly smaller, but very firm, and 
with distinct areolas and nipples; and Sandra's, a bit larger, more 
cushiony than firm, with (by touch) barely detectable areolas, and 
smaller, harder nipples. Both sets were smooth and clear of blemish 
or disfiguration. She could only wonder at what they thought of hers 
- not knowing that both girls, unknowingly, shared the same delight 
in her different texture, and awe at her larger size.
They lay there for several minutes before Sandra looked up at Lucy to 
say "I think you did pretty good - for a beginner!" teasing her. 
Robyn spoke up then, adding, "Yeah, I'll bet she'd do real good, with 
some more practice!"
Lucy laughed a bit, before telling Robyn "You really surprised the 
hell out of me, when you, uh..."
"Used my mouth on you?"
"Well, yeah."
Sandra said, "Um, Lucy, it's okay. She's done it to me, I've done it 
to her, and YOU'VE done it to ME. It's no big deal, except that it 
feels good - and Robyn and I *like* doing it. You did, too, judging 
from how you made ME feel. So there's no reason to be embarrassed or 
anything, okay?"
Lucy blushed slightly, and nodded. Though an adult, the newness of 
the experience, and age of the other participants, had her feeling - 
and reacting - like she was their age, again.
They lay there like that for several minutes before Robyn got a 
mischievous look on her face and started sliding her hand down her 
mother's belly, toward Lucy's pelvis. Lucy couldn't fail to notice 
it, and watched with a rapidly increasing arousal as Robyn's hand 
edged ever close to the center of her desire. When Robyn's hand 
finally brushed against her pubic hair, Lucy couldn't help herself 
any longer, and began to reach for Robyn's in return. Robyn felt her 
touch, and didn't hesitate to turn herself around so that not only 
could her mother reach her, but so that she could look the final 
destination for her hand, as well.
With the change in Robyn's position, Lucy could not only touch 
Robyn's pelvis, but look at it, too - and found the sight both 
beautiful, and erotic: thin, slightly extended labia, still 
glistening slightly from her orgasm, they parted slightly when Robyn 
moved; Robyn's clitoral hood was visible at the top juncture.
As Robyn ran her fingertips through Lucy's lush bush, Lucy was making 
her first contact with Robyn's - and finding it as soft as the fur on 
a cat's belly. She delighted in the texture of it, and how easily her 
fingers moved through it, before allowing herself to let her hand 
drop to the core of Robyn's sexuality.
There, she finally dared touch the parts of Robyn that Robyn was 
touching on her - tracing the delicate folds of Robyn's inner lips, 
feeling the warmth of her core, the softness of her sex, the ample 
wetness that Robyn was starting to release. Gently, softly, she 
dipped a finger into the shining oils that Robyn made - even and 
Robyn was doing the same to her! - pleased by how thin and light they 
were; then she slowly moved her hand up, first sniffing the scent 
that she knew must be there, and finding it - slightly musky, yet 
slightly sweet at the same time. Lucy felt her mouth water at the 
thought of it, and readily moved her fingers to her mouth, where she 
let her tongue slip from between her lips to take a first, tentative 
taste of her own daughter's secretions. Finding them delicious, she 
quickly put her fingers in her mouth, cleaning Robyn's taste from 
them thoroughly before extending her hand to collect another sample.
She repeated her actions a couple more times, before finally deciding 
to taste them directly from the source - she turned slightly, and 
rolled over onto her side, putting one foot on the bed so as to leave 
plenty of room for Robyn's head. Robyn followed her example, and Lucy 
paused to kiss the soft inside of Robyn's thigh before closing in far 
enough to extend her tongue to make her first intimate contact with 
Robyn.
Lucy heard Robyn moan in pleasure as she slowly drew her tongue 
upwards, collecting a fair sampling of Robyn's essence along the way. 
Robyn's reaction, and the taste of it, was all she needed to 
encourage her to do it again. And again, and again, and again. In 
short order, she was licking at Robyn's womanhood as though it were 
an ice cream cone - only tastier, and a lot more fun. As she 
continued, Lucy felt Sandra moving next to her; it didn't surprise 
her at all when she suddenly felt two hands caressing her exposed 
crotch - it only doubled her pleasure.
As the next few minutes passed, Lucy could tell that Robyn was 
getting more and more aroused - her moans became more and more 
frequent as her secretions all but drooled from her opening, and her 
labia extended even further in response to Lucy's teasing. With 
Robyn's increase in arousal, Lucy's increased, as well - she could 
feel her vaginal entrance opening, and imagined that she could feel 
her wetness leaking out of her. As her excitement increased, so did 
the attention her pelvis got - she wasn't sure which one was the 
cause, and which was the effect...
It wasn't much longer before Lucy could tell that Robyn was close to 
orgasm - but somehow unable to quite get there. Lucy knew *just* what 
to do - and did it. Taking Robyn's clitoris between her lips, Lucy 
began tugging on it, as though milking it, as she quickly fluttered 
her tongue across it's top. Robyn's groan of pleasure let her know 
that her efforts were having the desired effect. It took only a 
minute or two before Robyn reached her peak, almost literally 
convulsing as her orgasm took over. Lucy kept her lips wrapped around 
Robyn's clitoris despite the spastic movements of Robyn's pelvis, 
increasing Robyn's pleasure immensely.
When the worst (best?) of Robyn's climax had passed, she somehow 
managed to roll over on to her back, leaving Lucy free to turn her 
attention to Sandra, and what Sandra was doing to her. Lucy realized 
that she still didn't have a very good idea of what Sandra's breasts 
were _really_ like, and reached out to gently tug on Sandra's leg, 
eventually getting Sandra to stop her explorations of Lucy's mons. 
When she had Sandra's attention, Lucy nudged her into position, 
straddling her lap, so they were facing each other. From there, the 
two of them began kissing, deeply and passionately, as their hands 
wandered over each other's bodies. Lucy felt Sandra cup her breasts 
for a few seconds before giving them a detailed manual examination; 
she didn't hesitate to do the same to the luscious mounds that 
Sandra's body sported - she found them to be nearly as firm as 
Robyn's, but somehow softer, too. While Robyn's breasts were only a 
little too large for her to cover with one hand, Sandra's overflowed 
her hand slightly; with Sandra's greater arousal, her areolas had 
puckered, making it easier to tell where they started on her breast 
by touch. Finally unable to stand it any longer, Lucy finally leaned 
forward, lowering her head to take first one, then the other of 
Sandra's breasts in her mouth, nursing at them softly as she slid her 
hands down to cup Sandra's delightfully smooth and firm ass cheeks. 
While she was doing that, Sandra continued to massage Lucy's breasts 
and nipples, both amazed and delighted at how large and hard Lucy's 
nipples got in her excitement.
Eventually, Sandra drew back from Lucy, and when Lucy looked at her, 
smiled and said "That's really nice, but there's something else I 
want to do. Just lay back, okay?" before starting to scoot herself 
down Lucy's legs. Lucy knew what Sandra planned, and nodded in eager 
anticipation before laying down again - savoring the feel of Sandra's 
soft bush as it traced a path down her belly. When she felt Sandra's 
mons against her own, Lucy imagined what it must look like, Sandra's 
light pubis contrasting with her own darker one, and she felt herself 
get even wetter at the visualization.
When she felt Sandra stop while straddling her ankles, Lucy slowly 
drew first one foot, then the other, out from under her; she placed 
each of them flat on the bed on each side, opening herself completely 
and without shame to Sandra. She looked down to see that Sandra 
hadn't moved yet - her gaze was focused on the center of Lucy's 
womanhood, as though memorizing it. After a few long, agonizing 
seconds, Sandra looked up at her again, and simply said "Beautiful" 
before lowering herself between Lucy's thighs. Once in position, 
Sandra gently began touching and caressing Lucy's entire pelvis, from 
the top of her pubic mound, all the way down to her perineum, and all 
points in between. Her soft, delicate touch did wonders to increase 
Lucy's arousal, so that when Sandra finally extended her tongue to 
take her first sample of Lucy's oils, there were more than enough of 
them to sample FROM.
At the first touch of Sandra's tongue on her, Lucy couldn't help but 
stiffen in pleasure, and say "OhGodThat'sGood!!", bringing a smile to 
Sandra's face before she set herself to the pleasurable task of 
getting Lucy off as quickly and powerfully as she could.
As Sandra was starting to lick her opening, Lucy caught movement in 
the corner of her eye; when she looked, she saw that Robyn had 
recovered enough to sit up, watching what Sandra was doing to her. 
Lucy moved her hand, and when Robyn looked at her, gestured for Robyn 
to come closer. When she was close enough, Lucy told her "Honey, what 
you did before was great; and I liked using my mouth on you, to". 
Robyn smiled at her, and answered "Both of them were fun for me, too, 
mom."
Robyn's crotch was at the same level as her head, and simply by 
moving her eyes, Lucy could look at Robyn's matted pubic hair, and 
see her daughter's shiny vaginal lips peeking out from her mons. With 
a mixture of love and lust, she looked again into Robyn's face as she 
put a hand on Robyn's hip before raising her eyebrows in question. 
Robyn quickly nodded, and with Lucy guiding her, moved closer before 
raising a leg to put on the other side of Lucy's head - essentially 
straddling Lucy's face, her back toward where Sandra was engaged in 
trying to lick Lucy's ovaries.
Looking down at her own mother's face between her thighs, Robyn knew 
things had changed forever. Not only did she feel a deeper love for 
her mom than she ever had before, but she realized that she also felt 
a deeper respect, too - to think that her own mom had wanted to know 
what another girl was like, but never had until NOW, with HER! The 
guts it must have taken to not only admit something like that, but to 
stand up and get naked in invitation without knowing how they'd 
react... it simply amazed her. She knew that she'd never look at her 
mom in quite the same way again - now she was not only mother, but 
friend - and lover, too.
Similar thoughts and realizations were going through Lucy's mind as 
well - along with a fascination and delight at the unhurried close-up 
view she had of her own daughter's sex. She marveled at the delicate 
curves and textures she saw, at the way Robyn's clitoris seemed to be 
peeking our from under it's hood, at the sheen of womanly essence 
that shined in the narrow slit between Robyn's inner lips, the 
obvious softness of Robyn's fine, sparse, dark pubic hair.
The feelings that Sandra was generating made Lucy realize just how 
good it could feel to have another woman pleasuring her - and gave 
her the determination to give that same feeling to Robyn. That 
settled, she didn't delay any longer before extending her tongue, 
sliding it directly between Robyn's labia, and on into her vagina as 
far as she could while watching Robyn's face as she did. The look of 
surprise, then pleasure, then satisfaction on Robyn's face as she 
progressed just made it all the more pleasant for her - now she KNEW 
that she could not only feel pleasure from another woman's attention, 
but could give pleasure, as well - that what she'd done with Sandra 
hadn't simply been due to 'beginners luck'.
More confident now of what she was doing, and how to do it, Lucy soon 
had Robyn in a state of extreme arousal; and one of the benefits of 
that arousal was the plentiful supply of girl-nectar that Robyn was 
giving her to taste. Whether it was because Robyn was her daughter, 
or simply because Robyn actually tasted that good, she didn't know - 
all she was sure of was that she didn't just _like_ the taste of 
another woman, she *loved* it. Even as she was lifting Robyn to 
greater heights, she silently vowed that this would not be the only 
time she'd know this pleasure, or these the only people she'd know it 
with.
As she continued to arouse and tease Robyn, Lucy let her hands wander 
all over Robyn's body. Starting at her smooth, soft hips; then on to 
her belly, ass, back, and finally, her breasts - cupping and 
squeezing them, softly pinching their nipples and running her thumbs 
over them, loving their firm smoothness. In return, Robyn reached 
behind herself to let her hands wander over her mother's bust - 
surprised at how firm they were for their size, how different they 
felt from her own, or Sandra's - yet still pleasant, and exciting.
It was difficult, though, for Robyn to fully appreciate the feel of 
her mother's hands on her body, or the feel of her mother's body 
under her own hands - the sensations in her vagina, and on her 
clitoris, were simply getting to be too much for her. More and more 
often, she felt herself arching her back as she tried to push even 
more of the center of her arousal into or onto her mother's dancing 
tongue and talented lips.
Lucy could see - and feel, and taste - the effect her efforts were 
having on Robyn. Indeed, they were incredibly close to what SHE was 
feeling as a result of what Sandra was doing to HER. Try as she 
might, though, she simply couldn't put off her own release any 
longer: Sandra had been slowly fluttering her tongue over her 
clitoris for long enough that Lucy wasn't sure if she'd come, or 
burst, first. A minute later, the question was answered: she'd come.
Hard.
Harder than she'd ever come before in her life. 
Just the thought that she had her tongue buried in her own daughter's 
sex while her daughter's best friend was doing much the same to her 
made it more powerful, more arousing, more satisfying, and more 
intense than anything she'd ever known. Her near-scream ended 
quickly, simply because she was frozen from the magnitude of what she 
was feeling, unable to breathe or do anything else but let tidal wave 
after tidal wave of pleasure and release wash over her. So long did 
it last, so powerful was it, that she all but passed out from the 
intensity of her orgasm. When she was finally able to do anything at 
all, it was all she could do to draw in a deep, gasping breath before 
the next few spasms washed over her, freezing her in place again.
Finally, though, her climax began to taper off, allowing her the moan 
in relief before trying to get her breath back. Looking up, she saw 
the surprise and concern in Robyn's face, and managed to smile at 
her.
Robyn couldn't see her lips - which were still pushing against her 
labia - but could see the happy reassurance in her eyes, and was 
satisfied with that.
As Lucy got herself back together, Sandra moved up behind Robyn, also 
straddling Lucy's body, before putting her arms around Robyn to cup 
her breasts. Robyn turned her head to tell Sandra "I don't know what 
you did, but you did it real good!" before puckering up for a kiss 
that Sandra readily provided. The two of them stayed there, kissing 
and caressing, for a couple of minutes - until Lucy recovered enough 
to surprise Robyn by softly sucking on her clitoris. With Robyn again 
being pleasured, Sandra discretely eased herself off Lucy to move to 
the side of the bed, so that she could watch the two of them as Lucy 
quickly returned Robyn to her previous state of arousal - and only a 
couple minutes later, pushing her past it into climax.
As Robyn's orgasm washed over her, she could feel it as more and more 
of her wetness was pushed out of her vagina - only to be eagerly 
lapped up by her mother. Knowing that it was _her own *mother*_ that 
had not only brought her to this point, but was so greedily licking 
up her juices made Robyn's orgasm that much more satisfying. Even as 
it was passing, she, too, vowed that this wouldn't be the last time 
she and her mother pleasured each other; she also swore to herself 
that we'd all go it together, as well.
With her senses back, Robyn looked around, and saw Sandra grinning 
broadly at her. She smiled back, and finally moved to get off Lucy, 
laying down next to her on the side opposite from Sandra. As she 
moved, she paused long enough to share a deep, passionate kiss with 
her mother, tasting herself on her mother's lips as their tongues 
engaged in a friendly duel. When the kiss broke, and Robyn settled 
herself into her mother's side, Sandra joined them, cuddling up to 
Lucy on the other side - the two of them enjoying her warm, 
protective embrace.
They lay like that for several minutes before Lucy finally sighed, 
and told them "As nice as this has been, and as much as I want to 
just lay here like this forever, I know that I have to get up in the 
morning to go with Dan to the office. As much as I love having both 
of you here like this, I suspect that Dan would kind of like to have 
some company, too."
Both girls giggled a bit before Sandra told her "Yeah, he probably 
would."
Robyn hesitated a moment, then asked, "Mom, you were right that Dan 
was the first one I ever made love with. Is it okay if I go in there 
with him?" looking up at Lucy with trepidation in her face.
Lucy smiled back at her, and told her "Yes, dear, that's fine. You 
don't have to ask me that - I love him, too. Just don't wake him, and 
give me another kiss before you go!"
Robyn gave her mother a relieved smile; before she could get up, Lucy 
told her "I think he'd appreciate it if you washed up a little before 
you crawl into his bed, though. As a matter of fact, I think *I'd* 
like to wash up before I got to bed!"
Robyn and Sandra shared a look before Sandra asked "Might as well 
make it unanimous. Think there's room for all three of us?" 
mischievously.
Lucy just gave a little laugh before saying "Oh, I expect we can 
compensate, if there isn't - maybe squeeze together a little more?"
Both girls smiled at her in return before releasing her so the three 
of them could make their way to the bathroom. As it turned out, there 
was plenty of room in it, but they found themselves squeezing 
together, anyway.

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The story - as completed so far - is available at my archive on 
asstr, as One Big File: ndn.txt

When it's finished (completely done), I'll also make it available in 
..pdf (Adobe Acrobat).

Dorsai


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"The scary thing about those clods in Washington is: if they
all fell over dead tomorrow, we could probably have another
bunch just like them elected within a month."
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