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Subject: {ASSM} The Girl With A Bicycle - part 14 (MF, g, slow)
Date: Mon, 10 Sep 2001 16:10:02 -0400
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The Girl With A Bicycle - chapter 14
By Wandering Lanes

Story codes (MF, g, slow)

Sharon came down stairs to find myself sitting on a chair with a crying, nearly
naked Becky, seated in my lap - having just recounted the events of the
previous afternoon. (See last chapter).

"Mike? Now what have you done to the poor child?"

I looked at her, "Me? I was just sitting here listening to Becky! Any chance of
breakfast?"

She leaned her head out of the kitchen door, "Why couldn't you cook your own?
I'm not your wife am I! You want something to eat, you cook it okay!" I could
see the smile on her face, Becky looked at me, puzzled - why was Sharon acting
so mean? 

I whispered to Becky to get up, which she did - I walked to the kitchen, Sharon
was already cooking away, I looked back at Becky and suggested she'd get washed
and dressed, also to get Kylie up and ready, she ran upstairs, I entered the
kitchen.

Sharon was busy cooking the breakfast, I looked at her, and she said "Well I
had to cook a breakfast for the girls - I might just have enough for you!" I
kissed her

"You know Becky thought we were arguing,"

"I didn't think about her, I'd better apologise to her,"

"Don't worry, you can do that over breakfast, now do you have any plans for
today?"

Sharon shook her head, "Nothing that really comes to mind, why do you." 

I nodded, "How about going out somewhere special." 

"But where? There's nothing local,"

I shook my head "I was thinking of a bit further afield, down south, a place
called Marwell Zoo"

Sharon smiled then frowned "I don't think Kylie would be able to travel that
far by car. So I suppose its out of the question!"

"Never say die, we can get there by train, then bus - Kylie can travel by bus
can't she?"

Sharon thought for a moment, "I think so, at least she'll have to be able to
because of the Brownies camp, so I suppose we'll have to find out. But, what
about Becky? Would her parents allow her to go?"

I shook my head in thought "All we can do is ask them, I think her father will
be okay, but I'm not sure about her mother, she might kick up a fuss."

Sharon smiled, "I'll phone them and ask, it can't do any harm." She left to go
towards the phone, I carried on cooking the Bacon and Eggs

While she was on the phone, I heard two voices behind me

Becky's voice said "You see, she told him to cook his own, and there he is!"

Kylie's answered, "I didn't think mommy would do that to Uncle Mike, I thought
she liked him!" I just had to smile.  Sharon returned from the telephone,

"Will you two lay the table please?"

Kylie asked Sharon, "Why did you make Uncle Mike cook the breakfast mommy?"

Sharon looked at Becky, smiled and then answered "But he wanted his breakfast,
he didn't think about us, so I thought it was better to make him do it, just so
he'll get use to it" Kylie screwed up her face,

Sharon relented "It's okay, I was just kidding, I had to make a phone call, and
I left Mike to finish off cooking, I'm sorry Becky, but I couldn't resist
teasing Mike after finding you two together."

The look on Becky's face, finding out she'd been fooled, was a picture "That's
okay Aunt Sharon. But please don't do it too often." Sharon hugged her.

"I might do it now and again, Becky, but not all the time, he'll have to guess
when I've started!"

I managed to get the food onto plates, and the plates onto the table, after
that it was every one for themselves, with the food coming in last! (Or
vanishing first). The plates were washed and dried, and put away.

I checked with Sharon, she had spoken to Becky father, her mother couldn't
bring herself to answer the phone, he thought that it couldn't hurt if Becky
could enjoy herself, she needed to have fun.

I broke the news of the outing to the girls, they were both happy, then Kylie
realised that she was facing a long car journey, and started to cry - she
wanted to go, but didn't want to face the car trip.

I hugged Kylie and held onto her, "Kylie, I know your problem, don't worry,
we're not going all the way by car, just to the train station, okay? We are
going by train." The relief was visible on her face

She hugged me tighter "Thank you Uncle Mike, I sorry I'm causing you trouble, I
don't mean to"

"I know, it'll take time, and courage, but don't worry, you've got plenty of
both." I pulled her up into my arms, "Now what are you two going to wear?" The
girls looked at each other, nodded and ran upstairs.

After a few minutes both girls came down in their yellow dresses, "Ready!" they
both said, and we were! 

I'm glad to say Kylie took the trip to the train station very well considering
- Traffic on a Saturday is always bad, and I didn't think the drivers behind
would like it if I stopped to calm Kylie, but we made it.

The station car park was nearly full, but we managed to find a space, I started
feeding the pay-and-display meter  2.50 to park all day, well I suppose it
wasn't that bad. I took the ticket and placed it behind the windscreen, and
locked the car, I then joined the girls (including Sharon) at the station.

I got the tickets to Eastleigh, and told the girls to look for the platform for
Southampton, I knew we had 10 minutes before the train was due, so Sharon and I
slowly followed the sound of the girls voices to the platform.

The Southampton train arrived and the girls clambered into the carriage, with
Sharon and myself following, we sat down, and waited for the train to depart. I
would like to tell you how the trip went, how the girls played running from one
side to the other of the train watching the scenery go by, but I'm afraid I
fell asleep in the seat and didn't wake until we stopped in Eastleigh.

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

Outside the station we hunted around for a bus, and found the stop for Marwell
Zoo, the timetable showed that we only had minutes to wait. The bus (an X49
service) arrived slightly late, but with plenty of room, the girls sat together
with Sharon and myself behind them.

We stopped in the Marwell Zoo complex, with a short walk to the entrance to the
Zoo itself, there was a new addition to the entrance - a damp carpeting, with
disinfectant against the current foot and mouth disease outbreak. After paying
for a 'family ticket' - the benefit of two children. We walked into the Zoo
itself.

Becky asked, "Where are the cages? What's a zoo without cages?"

I smiled, "This zoo has open fields, the dangerous animals are caged, but in
large cages." I've always thought that a good zoo had cages for the visitors so
that the animals could view them!

We walked past a large duckpond - fenced off to keep people away, apart from
the Ducks and geese, there were crows, hopping around keeping an eye out for
easy food, but a large sign was forbidding the public from feeding the animals.

Looking at the time, I suggested we went for food, before looking around the
zoo, although they were hungry the girls wanted to see some animals first, so
we did, 

While looking at the penguins the girls noticed a young woman - about 20 - with
two children, one in a pushchair, the other, a three year old boy, on reigns -
the boy wanted to grab at the penguins, but the plastic wall stopped his hands.
The mother scolded him, but then the crying baby demanded attention.  The
penguins soon lost their attraction, so we went back to the path and followed
it.

We came up to another pond, and I pointed out to Kylie the pink birds, many
standing on one leg, "And what are those Kylie?" 

She looked at them for a moment, taking in the colour, she smiled "Are those
Flamingo's Uncle Mike?"

I nodded "Full marks, now you know what the bird looks like"

She nodded then said, "But I already knew, I saw the Disney video - the Queen
used one as a mallet, and Alice's didn't let her win!" Ah! The power of
television.

We let the girls run ahead to see the animals, until they decided that they
were hungry, we walked back to the treetops restaurant, and ate in comfort
there.

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

After the meal Sharon and I decided to take a walk to Marwell House, letting
the girls use the miniature railway to go to the Encounters Village - an open
area where small animals like rabbits, goats are housed for children to pet and
play with - We were being very lucky with the weather and the whole atmosphere
was relaxed, which made a change from the previous days.

But it seemed that fate was at work again, I notice the young mother searching
frantically around, pushing the pushchair and its occupant inside, but her son
was missing, and she was trying to attract the attention of - well, anyone she
could. I managed to get an attendant, he was dressed in the Marwell uniform
anyway, and we went up to the woman, who was frantic.

"I only left him for a minute, turned back and he was gone, I don't know where
he is, can't you do anything?"

The man tried to placate her - he asked her where she last saw the child.

"We were at the tropical house, he was looking back at the ducks, but when I
went there he wasn't there, I know he's fallen into the pond, I just know it."
The man went with her towards the pond, I left them to their search.

"Mr. Mike," the voice came from my radio, I answered it, "We can't get into the
Encounters Village, its closed!" the foot and mouth scare may be over but some
things were still affected it seemed.

"Okay Becky, follow the path back to the shop, you know where you got on the
train,"

"Alright Mr. Mike, we'll start off. . . Mr. Mike, there someone in the village
area, a young boy."

"The one we saw at the penguins area?"

"Yes, yes it is, he's crying."

"Becky, his mother is looking for him, can you get him? Or find someone who
works there, and let them get him."

"Its okay, I'll be able to get him," I started running back to the distraught
mother and harassed worker.

"Excuse me." I said puffing away, "But I think you'll find your son at the
Encounters village."

"But how could he get there so quickly? I only left him for a minute!" the
mother said being quite confused.

"Mr. Mike," Becky's voice came from my wrist, "I've got him, and he's calling
for his mother."

"Hold on Becky, we'll be with you in a few minutes, just a moment can he hear
me?"

"He should be able to Mr. Mike, why?" - showed the young mother the radio and
said "Just speak into here"

She looked puzzled "Matthew, can you hear me?"

"Mumma where you?" the boy's voice showed its puzzlement, she smiled, very
relieved to hear his voice.

"I'm coming darling, just stay with the girl and I'll be there," I thanked the
worker and said I'd look after the woman, and we walked up the hill to the
Encounters Village. 

The yellow dresses could be seen from some distance, I waved to the girls and
they started to walk to us, young Matthew being held by Becky, but as soon as
he saw his mother he started to wriggle out of her arms.

Becky allowed him to get to the ground, but held onto his reigns as he started
to run towards us, I held onto the pushchair to allow his mother to run towards
him and pick him up, wiping her tears on his tee shirt in relief.

I spoke to Becky and Kylie "Thank you girls, you've both been very helpful,"
the mother looked at them both,

"Oh yes, thank you, I don't know what I would have done if you hadn't found
him," she looked at me, "You must be very proud of your daughters." Both girls
went to explain, but I shook my head - no need to confuse the poor woman, not
now anyway.

"Yes I am, they're the best daughters a man could have," Both girls blushed as
I said this, but I meant every word.

I offered to push the baby to allow the mother time to recover, but she said
that she would be able to cope, thanked us again and slowly walked her children
towards the exit.

"Well, would my daughters like an ice cream before we go?" they both laughed
and accepted. We walked back to Sharon, who had listened to the event on her
radio, when she was told of my two daughters she laughed as well.

We waited for the bus, at the end of an unexpectedly eventful day, and started
the trip back home.

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

The girls were so tired when we got to the car, that I didn't have to talk to
Kylie first, she just got in, tied the seatbelt up and closed her eyes, Becky
was almost as bad, we drove home in silence. I put the car in the garage,
opened the back door to find both girls asleep, Sharon attended to Becky, I
unbelted Kylie, manoeuvred her out of the car and onto my hip, as I closed the
car door, then the garage door, Kylie's arms around my neck, Becky was awake
enough to walk with Sharon, back to my house.

We got the girls indoors, managed to get Becky to take her tablet, this time
she had to be carried upstairs, we undressed them both, put on their
night-clothes and tucked them into bed.

As we left their bedroom, I looked back at the two sleeping forms, yes, I
thought, my daughters, until tomorrow when they go back to being friends just
visiting, with a sad shake of my head, I left them to their dreams.

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

I returned downstairs to find Sharon sitting down, she was tired as well,

"What a day!" She said, I had to agree - it had certainly been an eventful one.

"At least the girls enjoyed themselves."

She looked at me "And did daddy's daughters do good?"

I smiled "Yes, both daddy's daughters were very good,"

She smiled, "And am I very good,"

"Darling you're so good, you're bad"

"Well, if you follow me, I'll get better." and with that she got up and went
upstairs, I, feeling like a yo-yo followed.

I found her in my bedroom, lying on my bed, her clothes strewn over the floor,
I bent down to pick them up,

"Don't tidy up, just get yourself here, now!" there was a hunger in her voice,
I hadn't heard that in her before.

"As my mistress commands." I deadpanned, and bowed. I undressed and climbed
onto the bed, our lips met and her arms went round my neck.

"Oh Mike, kiss me, kiss me like I've never been kissed before!" I moved my
mouth to cover an eye, I kissed it, she gave a shocked "Why did you do that?"

I asked, "Ever been kissed on the eye before?"

She said, "No!"

"Mission accomplished!" I said with a smile.  

"Oooh Mike sometimes you are so infuriating! Now make love to me."

I returned to her mouth, and started kissing it, I touched her breast and
started to caress them. Her body reacted, her nipples rising to my touch,
becoming more sensitised with each movements of my hands. Causing her to gasp
in arousal.

The time was right, I was ready, I reached into the bedside cabinet for the
foiled container, which was, which should be, I had some in there I knew it,
there should be one. . . found it, note to self, must buy some more, tomorrow!
Otherwise I'll be disappointed. - Not to mention Sharon being annoyed.

After finally finding the errant package, I opened it and rolled the condom
over my cock, then entered my paramour 

"Oooh! Yeeess Mike, Yesss, I needed this," She needed it, I must admit the
running around I did earlier in the day had tired myself out, but Sharon was
more than happy to suggest a solution, "Please Mike, can I be on top?" and we
turned over on the bed.

Sharon started to move herself and soon got into the rhythm that she liked, it
excited her, as she was in control of the action, I tried to help her by
raising my hips to meet her as she came down.

I reached up and grabbed her breasts pushing her over the edge, 

"Yes Mike, oh Mike, Mike, Oh Mika, Oh Maula, Oh Paul, Paul Ppaauulll." and she
collapsed onto me, I still hadn't come, then I remembered the Woody Allen film
- then thought of a new line to add - 'Look out lads, it's a dead end - go
back, go back!' I couldn't help it I bust out in laughter.

Sharon came to and asked what I was laughing about, I had to explain the joke,
she hit me and said.

"That's not funny, well I suppose it is, but since you are still covered, and
you haven't yet enjoyed yourself, do you want to try for round 2? Or are you
too tired?" 

I took that as a challenge, rolled her beneath me, and entered her. She was
still wet from our previous coupling so there were no problems there.

"I think I'm awake enough to go the distance." I said as I moved within her.

I listened to her building crescendo and managed to cum at the same time with
her, again she called out the name of her husband, and I still didn't care.

We disengaged, and I pulled the condom off from me, and managed to hit the
wastebasket with it, and I won't say we gradually went to sleep, but we fell
unconscious in each other's arms.

When we came to - that's the only word to describe it - we found the two girls
were in the bed both asleep, I checked my watch, half-past five, I kissed
Sharon good morning, then went back to sleep, this time a normal relaxing
sleep.

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

The smell of bacon frying woke me up, apart from myself the bed was empty,
which made a change I mused, I walked to the bathroom to shave and the normal
bodily functions, I opened the door, 

"Don't come in," Becky's voice came from behind the door. I waited, heard the
toilet flush, and Becky emerged.

"Sorry Mr. Mike, I thought you were Kylie." I was puzzled.

"Why wouldn't you want Kylie to be in there with you?"

She bit her lip. "Well I was putting a pad into my knickers and I didn't want
Kylie to see me do it."

Nope, still puzzled. "Why wouldn't you want Kylie to see that?"
She replied. "I was ashamed that Kylie would see me, I'm sorry Mr. Mike, but I
don't want to lose Kylie as a friend." I could see it was worrying her. I
hugged her

"Becky, Kylie understands about this," I hope she did anyway, "and she should
accept that you need to wear this, anyway in a few more years you'll both have
to wear them, so perhaps you should get into the practice of wearing them."

I kissed her cheek, she pushed me away "You scratched me," she rubbed my face,
"you need a shave!"

I nodded towards the bathroom door, "I was just about to start, but the door
was locked, now go downstairs I think that breakfast is just about ready."

She smiled and ran towards the stairs, "Slow down, how am I suppose to explain
things if you break your neck here, you're suppose to be at Sharon's aren't
you?"

She slowed down - "Yes Mr. Mike, worrywart."

I responded with "That's Wimp worrywart, isn't it?" but she was already halfway
down the stairs.

I washed and shaved, and was downstairs by the time Sharon was going to shout,
I bid all 'good morning' and sat down - I was beginning to like married life, I
must start to think about it sometime - The breakfast was delicious and was the
start to the day that I needed, now for the rest of the day . . . . . 

"So, what's happening today?" I opened the floodgates of answers.

Kylie began with "I've got Brownies today, don't forget you promised to be
there as well!"

Sharon said, "I think it'll be better if we had lunch here, I think you've got
all we need! And it will be dinner for four, Becky will have to go back this
afternoon!"

Becky immediately came in with - "Do I have to, can't I stay here tonight?"

I shook my head "Sorry Becky, but you have to be at home, so that social
services can pick you up, they do want to talk to you again don't they?"  She
nodded, "And if you're still here tomorrow they might get the wrong idea!"

Becky smiled at this - "Or they might get the right idea." I'd better try to
stop that I thought.

"What is the right idea Becky?" She thought through her answers, then came back
with;

"That you're protecting me from people like Darren." It was a good answer, but
I had to push it.

"But if they don't think that, what would they think?"
She looked at me "But, but you're not abusing me, you haven't been at all!"

I shook my head "Wrong Becky, I think you have been abused at least three times
while you've been with me."

"But I enjoyed those times, it wasn't abuse, at least not like Darren treats
me, I like you and Aunt Sharon, you don't hurt me!" she was in tears now.

Sharon sat down by Becky and said, "But Mike is right Becky, If they have to
pick you up from here they will think we're doing things with you, things that
are against the law."

Becky cried out "But the law is wrong - people like you are good, not bad!"

I had to say "But the law is there to protect children, from both the good and
the bad, it can't discriminate, by that I mean it can't say 'you did wrong but
for the right reasons, case dismissed' It has to work the child comes first!"

Becky smiled at that, I looked at her "Well if the child cums first then she's
happy" Sharon and I both groaned at that, Kylie was just puzzled, Becky looked
at her, "Don't worry Kylie, I'll explain later."

I added, "Much later, when she's several years older I hope"

Becky said, "You're a spoilsport Mr. Mike, Kylie will need to know earlier that
that, at least in some schools."  

Sharon replied, "Not in schools I'm sending her to, I hope!"

I had to say, "But we are getting off the point, which is Becky has to be at
home, her parents will be getting worried if nothing else."

Sharon said "And your father sounds as if he's starting to understand what's
happened, your mother will eventually come round to the fact."

Becky relented, "Okay, I'll go home," she looked at her skirt, "But I'll have
to change first, can I keep my suitcase here still Mr. Mike?" I nodded, "Good!"

Kylie then said, "Mummy, my Brownie clothes are at home, can I go and get
them."

I said, "No, we'll collect them, on our way back, why don't you and Becky play
hide and seek until lunch time." Sharon looked at me 'on our way back? - From
where'.

I looked at her, "I think we need to have a word with Becky's parents, first."

She looked at me and nodded.

-30

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
I have to apologise to the owners of Marwell Zoological Park for using their
property for this part of the story without their permission, If you require
details about Marwell - their web site is www.marwell.org.uk and the Park is a
very nice place indeed. End of plug.

- Normal disclaimers apply - Adult sex good, Child sex bad. Do not mix this up,
as results could be very unpleasant to all concerned.
- The characters in this work are fictitious, and they never existed in real
life either.

I must apologise to those who were expecting any bestiality - what type of
person do you think I am! - It could have been worst, I could have described
the animals at Marwell - yes the place is real, as is Eastleigh and
Southampton.

Sorry for the short chapter, but it was all I could type in at this point.

 My normal thanks for all those who are sending ideas - I hope to include some
more of them later. By the way I do like to hear from readers, my address is
wanderinglanes@aol.com I will try to reply to all sent, thank you.

 Wandering Lanes 8th September 2001. (posted 10th september)

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