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Part 3 of 21

I actually heard from someone who read part 1 and wanted the next
chapter.
That is soooo neat!
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Sam - Part 3

by Samantha K
(FF, MF, tort, exhib, size, viol)
[comments welcome: SamanthaK(at)fastmail.fm]

The next morning I felt super.  I hadn't slept at all well the
previous night and I needed the rest.  I ran a brush through my
hair and I padded down to the kitchen in my bare feet and the
babydoll nightie to see about some breakfast.  Mrs. Reynolds was
already there, taking a batch of bacon out of the microwave.  It
smelled heavenly.

"Good morning!" she said cheerfully.  "You were so tired last
night that I thought you might sleep in, but here you are, up
with the bluebirds."

"I slept almost nine hours straight," I said, snitching a piece
of bacon from the plate.  "That's plenty.  I feel wonderful!"

"Well, sit down and I will fix you some eggs and toast to go with
the bacon that will burn your mouth if you aren't careful."

"Where are Jim and Bud?  Are they up yet?"

"No, they stayed up late watching those porn videos they think I
don't know about.  They usually sleep in on Saturday morning. 
They will probably crawl down here about ten and have a bowl of
CocoaSugarWhatevers.  I should be glad they ate well last night
at least."  She shook her head over her sons' idea of a decent
diet.

After breakfast we both went back upstairs to shower and dress. 
I put on my walking shoes, a pair of cutoff denim shorts, and one
of my more modest knit tops.  The top wasn't quite as modest as
it had been.  Now it was skin-tight and much shorter than it used
to be.

When I met Mrs. Reynolds at the side door, she was wearing almost
the same thing.  Her shorts were a couple of inches shorter, but
it was almost the same outfit.  It was uncanny how much like each
other we were, and I was happy to see the 'sister' part of our
relationship blossoming.

On the way to Mom's, she asked me if I wanted her to go in with
me to talk to Yvette.

"No thanks.  This is something I have to do alone."

"Good girl.  Oh, before I forget."  She reached into her purse on
the seat beside her and pulled out a keychain with two keys on
it.  "Here are your keys to the house.  The big one is for the
front and side doors and the little one opens the French doors in
the family room."

She did not give me a lecture about not losing the keys, nor did
she warn me to act responsibly about locking the doors; just
"Here are your keys."  I put the keys in my pocket.  I kept my
hand on them, holding them tightly all the way to Mom's.  These
were my anchor to my new life, just as I was about to cut loose
of my old one.

We pulled up in front of the house behind a car I did not
recognize.   I had no clue who could be visiting at this time of
the morning.  Mom almost never had visitors.  

I let myself into the house through the front door and listened,
expecting to hear voices.  There was only silence.  I walked down
the hall toward my room.  The door was open and everything was
just as I had left it.  I started gathering up the things I
wanted to take back with me and; putting them on the bed.  There
wasn't too much in the closet that I wanted except for a few
pairs of shoes and some skirts that I could still wear now that
my blouses were all history.  I went through my dresser drawers
and my vanity.  When I had everything piled on the bed, I stuffed
it all into a couple of big shopping bags.  

I decided to check the bathroom to see if I had left anything in
there that I might want.  As I passed my mother's room on the way
to the bathroom at the end of the hall I saw that the door was
halfway open.  I peeked in and saw my mother lying on the rumpled
bed, still asleep.  From the state of the covers, she must have
spent a rough night, tossing and turning.  I hated to wake her,
so I quietly pulled the door closed and tiptoed to the bathroom
door.  As I reached for the doorknob, I noticed the light coming
from under the door.  At that exact moment, the light went out
and the door opened.  Before I had a chance to react, someone
came out of the dark room and walked straight into me.  To keep
from being knocked down, I wrapped my arms around them.  I
noticed two things immediately: the stranger was female and
naked.

We both jumped and she gave out a startled squeak.  That struck
me as funny and I giggled.  Since I was giggling, she started
giggling too.  Before we woke up Mom, I whispered, "Shhh!  Come
with me" and gave her a quick hug.  With my arm still around her
I guided her down the hall and into my room, where I closed the
door so we could talk and not wake up Mom.

The stranger was a woman in her late 20's or early 30's.  She had
black hair down past her shoulders, light gray eyes, pale skin
and a lovely, heart-shaped face.  I moved my shopping bags off
the bed and we sat down together.  I put my arm back around her,
to reassure her and because it felt good to have my hand on her
naked skin.  I looked into her eyes and wondered what on earth I
was supposed to say to my mother's lover.  The situation was so
unexpected that I started to giggle again.  When I did, so did
she.  She had a high-pitched laugh that reminded me again of a
little mouse and we both gave in to a giggling fit that ended
with both of us lying on the bed in each other's arms.  I was
both very attracted to the stranger and very happy that my mother
had made good on the promise she made to me about doing something
for herself.  On impulse, I kissed her.  I figured I was
entitled.  After all, I had her naked and in my bed.  She kissed
back.  I decided I liked her on the spot.  She must have liked me
too because she kept kissing me.  Before this went any further, I
decided that introductions were in order.  I pulled my head back
to break the kiss, but I kept my lips a fraction of an inch from
hers.

"Hi," I said, looking into her gray eyes.  I was still trying to
think what to say to her.

"Hi, yourself."  She grinned.  "I hope you're Samantha."

"That's me," I admitted.  "Who are you?"

"Jan Overton."

"Hello, Jan.  It's very nice to meet you.  I'd shake hands but I
think we went past that part already.  Why don't you kiss me
again and then tell me how you know my mother?"  We kissed again.
 She was a good kisser.  Without thinking about it I put my hand
on her breast and cupped her nipple in my palm.  She moaned and I
felt her arm around my back pull us closer.  She broke the kiss
this time.  I kept my hand where it was.

"What was the question again?" She asked, laughing.  "Yvette and
I both work at the plant.  I first saw her at a company meeting
late last year.  I've been trying to get her to go out with me
ever since, but she always refused.  She said she had to stay
home and take care of you.  I guess I had the idea that you were
a little girl, but you're not; are you?"

"No, I'm only five.  I'm just very advanced for my age.  And you
weren't trying to get her to go out, you were trying to get her
into bed, you seducer of older women!"

"Oh, sure.  And what's going on here?  I have known you for
barely five minutes and you already have me naked and in your
bed.  And if you don't quit playing with that, I'm going to have
to kiss you some more."

"As much as I'd like that, I have someone waiting for me and I
have to get moving before she wonders what happened to me.  It
looks like you wore Mom out pretty good last night.  She's
usually up before now.  Look, I want you to do me a big favor,
OK?  When she wakes up, tell her that I have decided to move in
with Bambi.  I just came by to collect my stuff.  I don't want to
wake her up to tell her that.  I think if you tell her she will
have an easier time taking it as good news instead of bad."

"She told me you would only be gone for the weekend.  She was
excited about going out last night, but it was hard for her to
decide to do it.  It was harder for her to bring me here.  She's
always acted like she had to hide from you; like you would be
horrified if you found out she was a lesbian.  You don't look
particularly horrified to me, and stop pulling my nipple if you
don't want to get raped."

I sat up and straddled her hips, pinning her to the bed.  I
grabbed my top with both hands and pulled it over my head. 
Lowering myself over her, I let my breasts press into hers.  "But
I'm just a little girl!"  I said in a childish voice.  "Please
don't rape me!"

"Oh, jeeez," she said.  "Those are really nice.  You're
fantastic.  You're beautiful.  You're funny.  You're certainly
not straight.  What is Yvette freaking out over?"

"Ask yourself what a lesbian would be like if she tried to raise
her child to be straight?  Now imagine doing that without letting
the child know she was gay?"

"She'd be as fucked-up as Yvette.  You're leaving because you
want to give her space to be herself, without worrying about her
trying to act against her nature because of you.  Damn, you're
smart too."

"Now you're a flatterer as well as a rapist and a seducer.  I may
have to stay here to protect Mommy from you.  Oh, damn.  I've got
to go.  Tell her to relax.  Tell her be herself.  Tell her I love
her."

"Samantha?  I love her too."

"I have to ask.  Are you gay or bi?"

"Gay.  I've never been attracted to men.  Why?"

"Because it would kill her if you left her for a man."  I got up
and pulled my top back on.  As I pulled it over my head, I felt
Jan's hands on my breasts.  I didn't pull the top all the way
down. I stood there and enjoyed being fondled.  "You're a child
molester, too.  And a good one," I told her.  "Help me carry this
stuff out?"

We both grabbed a bag and I took some coats over one arm.  We
lugged it all to the front door.

"I'll be at the Reynolds house on Ridgeway Court.  It's in the
book.  Call me later and let me how she's doing, OK?"  I gave Jan
a quick kiss goodbye.  It seemed the friendly thing to do.

I pushed the screen door open, grabbed my stuff and hauled it to
the car.  Mrs. Reynolds helped me get it into the back seat.  I
turned and waved goodbye to Jan who was standing in the doorway,
watching us.  When we were about to drive off, Mrs. Reynolds
said, "I may regret asking this, but who was that naked woman I
saw you kissing?"

"Would you believe, my mother's other lover?"

"You're kidding!"

"No.  I have a streak going.  I plan to seduce all my mother's
lovers."

"Impressive.  You were in there all of twenty minutes.  If there
is a World Record for seducing women, I think you just broke
it."

"I can do better.  I'll bet you I can get Neeka naked and in my
arms in under a minute from the time she walks in the door."

"No bet.  I thought I was going to be teaching you how to use
your sexuality to get what you want.  Hah!  You are the expert. 
I am just an amateur."

"Well, actually, I did have her in my bed, naked, in under five
minutes.  And you can verify that.  She promised to call me
later.  You can ask her."

"You're serious?"  She thought we'd been playing out a fantasy.

"You think I'm kidding?  Nope.  I'm perfectly serious."  There
was a lull in the conversation during which she kept looking at
me sideways to see if I was going to crack a smile.  The third
time she did it, I just nodded.

"Incredible." She said, shaking her head.

"Well, I had to make sure that Mom would be in good hands.  I
think she will.  That's why I'm in such a good mood.  I think Jan
is just what she needs.  I hope she moves into my old room."

"That was fast."

"Not really.  It seems that Jan has been chasing her for months.
This was the first time that Mom would agree to a date. 
Afterward, they both came over here.  They had a lot of fun last
night and Mom is all worn out.  This must have been the first
time in years that she was in bed with someone of the right sex.
She probably tried to make up for lost time.  Maybe I should send
over a pizza or something.  They might not get out for awhile."

"We'll send Chinese take-out.  It reheats better."

"Good idea.  Mom likes Chinese, but we rarely ate out."

"Her favorite is Moo Goo Gai Pan.  I assume you found out what
Jan likes?  You seem to know everything else."

"Gee, I missed that one.  Darn!  I'm slipping!"

"You're incorrigible.  What am I going to do with you?"

"It's only a guess, but I'd say the same thing Mom is doing with
Jan."

"I think you're right.  Your room or mine?  Or the front lawn? 
Or the kitchen counter?  How about the back seat?"

"You kinky girl!  My room.  Ten minutes.  Come naked."

Ten minutes later a beautiful naked woman came into my room and
made passionate love to me.  It wasn't even 9am and I had already
been in bed with two lovely women.  I had a date for later that
looked very promising as well.  This was shaping up to be a great
day.

Bambi and I were lying on my bed, cuddling and enjoying the
mutual afterglow.  She asked, "What would you like to do now?"

"Once more, please," I answered, stroking her thigh.  "Then I'd
like to take a sunbath."

"You're wonderful.  Have I told you that in the last two
minutes?"

"Shut up and kiss me."

"Greedy, too.  Would you like me to use the strap-on?"

"Oh, yes!  But go easy.  Last time you broke something."

"Ha. Ha.  Back in a sec."  She hopped out of bed and opened the
bottom drawer of the dresser.  I peered down over her shoulder. 
There was a large collection of sex toys in the drawer.  They
were all shapes, sizes, colors and types.

"My goodness!  It's a whole store!  How many do you have?"

"Ben loved to buy me things.  Especially sexy clothes and toys. 
I have a lot of both.  This is just some of the toys.  There are
some in each guest room and a big box full down in my closet."

"You know, that's the first time you've mentioned your husband's
name."

She tensed up and then her shoulders slumped in resignation as
she decided if it was time she dealt with the unpleasant subject.
 I bit my lip while I waited for her, wondering if I had gone too
far.

"I guess that's one of the things I do to cope with him not being
here.  If I don't say his name, it puts some distance between me
and a big hole in my life."

Her face fell and I was sorry to have made her sad.  I got down
off the bed and sat on the floor with her.  I crawled into her
lap and put my head on her shoulder.  She put her arms around me
and we rocked.  I wanted to say something to make her feel
better, but I was afraid of saying the wrong thing, again. 
Usually, I had no trouble at all shooting my mouth off; a habit
that occasionally gets me into trouble.  This time I thought it
over first.

"You told me that he liked for you to tell him about the women
that you made love to," I said.  Bambi nodded.  "Well, I want you
to make love to me and I want you to think of him watching us. 
Would he have liked to do that?"

She shivered.  "Oh, yes!  He would have loved to watch me make
love to another woman.  None of my lovers were ever comfortable
with that, though.  He never got the chance."

"Well, if he's watching us now, he's going to be really really
happy.  I want you to fuck me and then I'll do you."

"I have a better idea," she said.  She reached into the drawer
and pulled out a long black double-headed dildo.  "We can use
this one and do each other together."

"Oh, wow!  That's big.  Is that going to fit my little pussy?"

"If you're trying to get me hot again, that kind of talk will
certainly do it.  Let's get back on the bed so we don't get rug
burns."

We rubbed our pussies together some to get the juices flowing
again.  It didn't take long for me to get well-lubricated.  Bambi
pushed one end of the dildo between us and twisted it around,
getting it wet.  When she slid away, I spread my knees and
grabbed my ankles to hold my legs apart.  She stroked my pussy
with the tip of the dildo until my labia spread apart and my
opening was running with juice.  She pushed the head of the dildo
against my little hole and it slowly slipped into me.  The
feeling was a totally new experience.  I had never had something
that big inside me before.  The dildo she had used to break my
cherry was much thinner than this.  I could feel this one
pressing on the inside of my vagina all the way around.  I was
being stretched for the first time and I totally loved it.

After every inch she pushed it in, she would stop and work it
around, loosening me up before pushing in further.  She had four
inches of it inside me when I felt my vaginal muscles start to
close around the big dildo in response to the intrusion.

"Just try to relax," she coached me.  "You will get used to it in
a little while.  Try to remember the feeling of which muscles are
working, so you can do it yourself, later.  These are the muscles
that you use to squeeze a real cock when you get one in you.  It
will drive a man crazy when you grab his cock with your pussy."

Even though I was almost delirious with arousal, I tried to focus
on the muscles in my vagina.  I could feel them move, and after a
few tries, I could twitch them a little when I tried.  I still
could not make them stop when I wanted, though.  It seemed as if
my pussy had a mind of its own and I could only make suggestions
about what I wanted it to do.

After a few minutes, they seemed to stop on their own.  When she
saw me relax, Bambi pushed some more of the dildo into me. 
Gradually, about eight inches went in.  The next time she pushed
I felt a totally different sensation.  It was sort of like pain,
sort of like pressure, and made me really hot.  My mouth dropped
open and my eyebrows shot up my forehead.

Seeing my reaction, Bambi said, "It just hit your cervix.  That's
as far as it will go until you get stretched out more.  With
practice, you can take bigger and longer cocks.  Some of the
biggest are over a foot long."

"NO WAY!"  I said, incredulously.  My experience with the things
boys carried around in their pants was extremely limited and
mostly from rumor, but it seemed unbelievable that they could
grow that big.  It was even more unbelievable that I might be
able to get something that size into my little pussy.

"I said 'over'.  A very few men have cocks up to sixteen inches
long.  That's twice the size of your vagina at the moment.  They
get thick, too.  Ben's was almost as thick as a soda can.  It
took me quite a while to get stretched out so I could take that
monster, but I managed it and it was a lot of fun getting there.
That's how he convinced me to prepare for the treatment.  If I
could stretch my pussy to take his cock, I could stretch my
breasts as well."

All this talk of giant cocks was making me hotter than I had ever
been.  Imagining men with huge cocks ramming them into me over
and over had my juice practically squirting out of my pussy
around the dildo Bambi was twisting in me.

"Do you like feeling it touch your cervix?  Some women do, but
some say it hurts."

"Oh, God!  I like it.  It feels...like it's trying to get into my
womb!"  I had lost control of my vaginal muscles completely. 
They weren't even taking suggestions anymore. They were just
spasming all over the dildo, making it twitch in random
directions.  I had thought it was Bambi twisting it, but it was
just me.

"Hang on a minute," she said, seeing how I was so into this, "let
me join you."  She took the other end of the long dildo and slid
it into her own pussy.  It went into her much easier than it had
into me, but she still had to pause a couple of times before it
was all the way in.  I heard her gasp each time.  Finally, she
had it all the way in and we were each impaled on opposite ends
of the big black dildo.  There was still about an inch of plastic
showing between us.  If we wanted to rub our clits together, we
were going to have to work at taking more of the big rod.  I
started working my hips around to see if I could squirm more of
the dildo into me.  Since I was tighter than she was, I had the
better grip on the dildo.  Every move I made was echoed on the
other end.  If I pushed down, it shoved the dildo into her.  If I
pulled back, it pulled out of her.  It was as if I had grown a
cock and was fucking her with it.  I wanted to try to make her
cum first, but every time I moved, I got lost in the sensations
in my own pussy.  If we were going to do this, some teamwork
would be necessary.

We each got a good hold on the other's legs and began to pull and
push on each other.  This allowed us to anticipate the motion and
get a rhythm going.  I quickly realized that I would not last
very long at all doing this.  The sensations were just too
intense.  Every time we pulled together, the head of the dildo
would hit my cervix and I would almost get pushed over into a
climax.  

Somewhere during all this the extra inch of the dildo disappeared
and I could feel Bambi's pussy touching mine.  The feeling of our
labia rubbing together around the dildo was too much for either
of us to take.

"Oh, this is wonderful!" Bambi cried out.  "I'm going to cum.  I
can't stop.  Oh!  Cum with me!"

I was right there with her.  I gasped, "Me too!  Oh-oh-oh-oh!  Oh
Yesssssss!"

I lost my hold on her legs and just flopped onto the bed
twitching and jerking as the second climax of the morning took
over my body.  I abandoned all attempts to keep control and let
myself go completely.  The contractions in my pussy grew very
strong as I came.  I felt Bambi's legs intertwine with mine,
locking us together.  My orgasm went on a long time, mostly
because every time either of our pussies tugged the dildo, the
motion would be transmitted through the shaft to the other.  This
way, we shared everything the other felt.  It was a fantastic
experience.  I wondered how much better it would be to actually
have a real live hard cock throbbing in my pussy.  I thought the
feelings of shared intimacy must be amazing.

We lay on the bed with the dildo connecting us while we
recovered.  I felt limp, excited, tired, energized, and high; all
at the same time.  As my pulse slowed to a more normal rate, the
afterglow washed over me.  I noticed that the feeling of euphoria
and well-being that I usually had after an orgasm was different
after the second one.  If I came and then let myself fully
recover, it was a golden glow of slowly fading pleasure.  If I
came again before it faded completely, the next was much stronger
and there was more of a feeling of a prolonged climax than a
pleasant glow.  I wondered what it would feel like if I came a
third time in a row.

As I idly stroked Bambi's legs where they wrapped around my
torso, I focused on the muscles in my vagina.  They had finally
stopped contracting on their own and I tried to see if I could
get them to flex under my control.  I closed my eyes and let
myself drift as I tried to talk to my pussy.  After a few wrong
moves, I found the right channel.  It was a tenuous connection at
best, but I knew it would get better with practice.  I knew I had
never been able to do this before because it would have been
impossible to get the right feedback without something filling my
vagina.  While I was playing, Bambi raised her head.

"What on earth are you doing?" She asked.  "I was just coming
down and here you are getting me worked up again."

I had forgotten that whatever I did on my end, she could feel on
hers as well.  "Just testing something." I told her.  "Do you
want me to stop?"

"Noooooo.  You keep going.  I'll just tag along for the ride, if
you don't mind.  Girl, you have enough stamina for a room full of
women."

"OK, you just relax.  There is something I want to know."  I
wrapped my arms around her legs and started working my stomach,
my hips, and my pussy.  I danced on the dildo like a
belly-dancer.  Instead of pushing and pulling, I concentrated on
squeezing and flexing muscles that until now, I did not know I
had.  As I worked myself toward another climax, I heard Bambi
begin to moan with pleasure at the sensations I was sending
through our plastic connection.  Soon, she began to whimper and
shake and I knew I had worn her out.  She had gone completely
passive and was just letting herself be carried along to another
climax.

By just concentrating on my own pleasure I was able to work
myself into a frenzy of arousal in only a few minutes.  It was
deliciously liberating to be able to focus entirely on reaching
climax.  I put my whole attention and my entire being into making
myself cum.  Even though Bambi and I were as together as two
people could be, allowing myself to be completely selfish with
the pleasure I was feeling made it possible for me to reach a
much higher level of arousal.  I felt like every nerve in my body
had a direct connection to my clit.  The sexual power I was
generating felt almost like a physical thing.  I felt radiant.  I
felt glorious.  I felt like I was crackling with electricity.

Where most of my orgasms came on suddenly and hit me in a rush,
this one crept up slowly, building to a higher level than I had
ever felt before.  I reached for it.  I welcomed it.  I merged
with it.  I surrendered to it.  There was no peak, no jolt, no
rollercoaster-drop feeling this time.  I just kept going higher
and higher into a purer sensation of ecstasy than I had ever
felt.  The climax pushed everything else out of my head and
completely took over.  I was totally detached from rest of the
world.  Thought ceased and I became pleasure itself.  My whole
world was one pure, clear note of ecstasy and my body rang with
it.

I have no idea how long I stayed in that place.  The sensation
was total and absolute.  Time did not exist.  Thought did not
exist.  Change did not exist.

The world came back in bits and pieces.  A sound here   a feeling
there.  Slowly, like a song heard faintly in the distance that
gets clearer as you approach the source, the world came back.  I
slid sideways into awareness.  The single pure note of pleasure
remained, but it no longer contained me, now I contained it.  The
feeling of total pleasure, or total arousal remained, but I could
see and hear and feel other things as well.  It was a unique
sensation.  I was cumming, I was still in the middle of a climax,
but it seemed to have crystallized. The unwavering intensity of
it dominated my thoughts, but now I had thoughts.  I waited a
while for the feeling to change, to fade, but it did not.  It was
if the orgasm switch in my head had got stuck in the 'on'
position.

I felt so good, I was worried about how good I felt.  I know that
makes no sense, but it did to me at the time.  It was
fantastically invigorating to be able to feel this much pleasure
and still be able to function.  I almost hated to move or to try
to speak.  I was afraid to do anything for fear of jarring myself
out of it.  I decided to just go with the flow.  There were
certainly worse fates than being in a state of continuous
climax.

I got up on my elbows and looked down my body.  My chest was
flushed all the way down to my navel.   My nipples were engorged
and red and super-hard.  I did not dare touch them.  I knew the
sensation would be so intense that it would be painful.  Looking
down below my abdomen, I could see my clit standing straight up
almost a half inch out from my body.  I didn't even want think
about what that would feel like to touch.

The dildo was still inside me and Bambi was still on the other
end.  She seemed to have fallen asleep or passed out.  I listened
and could hear her breathing.  She was so deeply asleep that it
was just on the verge of being a snore.  I really had worn her
out!  I hated to disturb her, but I was so energized that I just
had to get up and move around.  I carefully moved her legs so I
could slide away from her.  She did not react at all.  She kept
snoring faintly.  I flexed my knees and planted my heels on the
bed and slid my rear away from her.  The dildo came with me,
still tightly wedged in my pussy. 

As I pulled the plastic shaft out of her, Bambi moaned and I saw
her lips move, like she was talking, but no sound came out.  I
could not be sure, I was certainly no lip-reader, but it looked
to me like she was mouthing the word 'Ben'.  When I saw that, I
froze.  If I woke her now, I could never forgive myself.  This
was as close to her husband as she was ever going to be again.  I
felt an incredible sense of joy at being there and seeing that. 
I had to get out of the bed before I did anything to disturb her
dream. 

Making sure I would not bump into Bambi, I walked my feet over
the bed and carefully slid them off the edge.  When they were on
the floor, I stood up and tried to walk around the foot of the
bed.  The double-headed dildo swung between my legs and slapped
against my thighs.  The sensation of it twisting around in my
pussy was mostly masked by my ongoing climax, but it still added
to it nicely.  I spread my legs and wiggled my hips.  The dildo
squirmed inside me like it was alive.  I took hold of the
dangling part and stroked it, fantasizing that I was a boy and it
was my cock.  I imagined that I was fucking a girl with my big
dick, thrusting and pushing my hard cock into her soft wet pussy.
 In my mind, the girl was Neeka.  That image very nearly sent me
to my knees as my climax threatened to draw me back into a state
of oblivion.  I decided to forego the fantasy for the moment. 
The reality would be along in only a few hours. 

I hated to take the dildo out.  I had got used to the wonderful
stuffed feeling it gave my pussy and I suspected that when it was
out I would feel very empty.  Still, I could not very well walk
around with it dangling between my legs.  Or maybe I could.  Who
would care?  Bambi was asleep.  The only other people who might
see me were Bud and Jim.  Seeing me with a huge black dildo
hanging out of my pussy would probably make their day.  I thought
about going looking for them, just to see the looks on their
faces. 

It was really tempting, but I decided to save that little
adventure for a time when I wasn't already at a sexual peak.  I
reminded myself that there was plenty of time to play all the
games I could possibly think of.  I wondered if I should start
making a list, so I wouldn't forget any of the great ideas I had.


As much as I was enjoying the dildo, I decided it was time to
move on.  I tried pulling it out, but my knees started to buckle
again.  I waddled over to the vanity and sat down gingerly in the
chair.  Taking hold of it with both hands, I unscrewed it from my
horny hole.  As soon as the head popped out, I had an almost
overwhelming desire to stuff it back in again.  Holding the dildo
in one hand, I closed my eyes and waited for the urge to pass. 
My pussy was screaming for it and I knew that nothing was ever
going to feel as good as having my pussy stuffed totally full.  I
decided that I would have to make it a top-priority to get myself
around a real cock as soon as it could be arranged. 

When I opened my eyes again I felt like I was being watched.  I
looked over at the bed and saw that Bambi was awake and had
rolled over to watch me. 

"Well, hi there!" I said.  "Have a nice dream?" 

"Fantastic dream!  Oh, God.  It was wonderful!" she moaned. 

"Ben was in it, wasn't he?" I asked. 

"Yes, he was.  We were together again.  He was....  How did you
know that?" 

"You talked to him.  You said his name.  It was like he was right
here with you." 

"He was.  Oh, he was right here.  He said he watched us make
love.  He told me it made him happy to see us together.  He told
me he loved me.  It was so real.  I know it was just a dream, but
it seemed like he was right here with me.  I can still smell his
cologne."  She blinked and I saw tears roll down both her cheeks.
 "You did that," she told me.  "You put the idea in my head and
made me dream about Ben.  I had been coping by keeping him out of
my mind.  I had been pushing his memory away.  You brought him
back.  Thank you!  You will never know how much this means to
me." 

I crawled back onto the bed and we held each other.  She hugged
me so hard I thought my ribs would break.  She cried all over my
shoulder and her tears ran down my back.  I knew they were tears
of joy and I knew she had just had one of those life-changing
moments when you open your eyes and the world is suddenly a
different place.  From now on, she would be able to think of her
husband and remember him with love, instead of pushing his memory
away because it was too painful to bear.  "Sometimes," I told
myself, "you get to do some good." 

Tears of joy dry quickly and soon she was wiping her eyes and
sniffing.  "You seem to like my toys," she said. 

"Oh, yes.  Having something inside me is the most wonderful thing
I have ever felt." 

"Well, there a lot more of them to play with whenever you like;
but I think you said you wanted to take a sunbath?" 

"Yes.  All my nice new clothes show a lot of skin.  I need to
work on my tan.  Is there someplace I can lie out on a towel? 
The backyard, maybe?" 

"Well, you could do that; but Brute would probably bother you. 
We have a better place.  Come with me." 

She led me down the third floor hall from my room to a linen
closet near the end, where she took out a couple of beach towels
that I offered to carry.  Then she opened a door across the hall
revealing a staircase.  The stairs ended one flight up at a short
hall with three doors.  One double-door faced the long axis of
the hall and another faced the stairs.  I assumed that these were
the doors to the attic storage spaces.  The third, single door
was to the left of the stairwell.  That door opened onto a series
of decks built on the roof of the house.  The main deck had walls
that must have been the other side of the fourth floor hallway
and the outside of the attic space.  It was as though the roof
and outside walls had been taken off two of the rooms on the
fourth floor so they were open to the sky.  The main deck had a
covered hot tub in a corner, a few lounge chairs, and a
wrought-iron table with four chairs with a large folded umbrella
in the middle.  There were two higher decks connected by stairs
to the main deck.  One of the higher decks had a wrought-iron
railing around it.  The other had a solid wood barrier about
three feet tall around it.  The big hot tub amazed me.  They
could only have got that all the way up there with a helicopter
or a really tall crane. 

Bambi pointed to a small cabinet door in the wall.  I noticed a
couple of control buttons next to it.  "That's the dumb-waiter,"
she explained.  It goes through all the floors all the way down
to the hallway outside the kitchen and the laundry room in the
basement.  You may nave seen the other doors in each of the
hallways.  It saves a lot of effort hauling things up here.  You
just load it with whatever you need downstairs and hit the
button.  It's here waiting for you!" 

"This is wonderful," I told her.  "You can lie out here and get
an all-over tan and no one can see you." 

"We had one of the upper decks built with a solid rail so it
blocks the wind on breezy days.  There are a couple of lounge
chairs and a table on each level, so you can use whichever one
you like.  The view from over here is the best." 

We climbed to the highest deck and looked around.  The roof
blocked the direct view of all the nearby houses and you could
look out over the woods behind the house. 

"This was Ben's idea," Bambi said.  "I wasn't real sure I would
like it, but he insisted, and as usual he was right.  This is a
unique place.  It's great for parties on summer evenings." 

I spread my towel on one of the lounge chairs and lay down on my
back.  "It's unique, for sure," I said.  "I've never heard of
having a deck on the roof.  But it's outside, and it's completely
private.  The only way anyone could see you is from a plane." 

"Oh, we do get those every once in a while.  There is a small
airport just a few miles east of town.  Sometimes they fly over
low enough to see you." 

"Oh, my!  What should we do if that happens?" 

"Just smile and wave, honey.  No one has ever complained about
the view.  They certainly won't now." 

"Thanks.  I think.  You know, I may be turning into an
exhibitionist." 

"Well, it was a very short trip.  You seem to get off on being
watched while you cum.  You almost broke my eardrum the other day
in the car when you did it for those hunks in the truck." 

"Hah!  Next time roll your window down.  That was all your own
fault." 

"I'll roll your window down, you little minx.  I'll let them
reach in and grope you!" 

"Speaking of which   do you know, I'm still cumming.  I have been
a walking orgasm since we did it with the dildo.  Look at my
clit.  It's sticking straight up!" 

She knelt down beside me and bent over to look at my hugely
engorged clit.

"That's wild!" she said.  "It's almost half an inch long.  What
does it feel like to touch it?" 

"I haven't had the nerve.  I can feel the slightest breeze on it.
 Just walking up here was hard.  My knees got so weak on those
stairs that I thought I'd fall." 

"Poor baby!  How did you do this?" 

"The second time I came on the dildo it started really slow and
never peaked.  I can walk and talk, but it's like my body is on
overload." 

"I've never heard of this.  Have you experienced anything like it
before?" 

"Yesterday.  After I came in the car, it was like my horny-switch
was stuck in the On position.  I couldn't think straight." 

"You did seem to be in a fog.  You seem clear-headed now." 

"It's weird.  I feel separated from my body.  It's like I'm not
really connected, you know?" 

"I think I know what's happening.  This is something Ben told me
about that he saw a fakir do while he was in India.  Apparently,
Indian mystics can put themselves into a trance-like state that
allows them to endure great pain and not be affected by it.  I
think you have found that state by accident.  Only, instead of
enduring great pain, you are enduring great pleasure."

"Yes!  I think I remember something about this in a TV science
special I saw.  They claimed to be able to walk on hot coals and
lie on beds of nails.  I thought it was a trick.  I guess there
was something to it after all.  But how do I get back to normal?"


She shrugged, "I don't know.  If you get there by concentrating,
you must get back the same way.  Wait a minute!  This also
explains how you were able to stand the weights and the pain. 
You must have been doing something like this for the past two
weeks.  You escaped into the pleasure the same way you escaped
from the pain." 

"I think you're right.  I remember feeling like I was slipping
sideways.  After that, my head cleared, but the climax continued.
 It's like putting your body on autopilot and stepping out of the
cockpit.  Let me see if I can recreate the feeling."  I lay back
on the lounge chair and closed my eyes.  I let myself drift as I
had before.  I concentrated on clearing my mind and just focused
on feeling the orgasm again.  I felt like I was floating and
falling at the same time.  I remembered the slipping sensation
and I imagined myself sliding back the other way and then WHAM! 
My back arched and my hips jerked and my legs thrashed and my
eyes rolled back in their sockets.  I had rejoined my orgasm,
already in progress.  My heart felt like it was going to explode.
 My clit pulsed with my heartbeat and my nipples burned like they
were being branded.  The wave of pleasure that washed over me
drowned every other sensation and drove all other thoughts from
my head.  I don't know how long it went on, but when I was able
to open my eyes again, I saw that Bambi was leaning over me with
a hand on either side of the lounger to keep me from falling off.
 I thought I must have been thrashing around pretty good. 

"Wow!" I croaked.  I was still twitching and my hands were
shaking.  I had lost that feeling of separation and I was back to
normal again. 

"Well, that must have worked," Bambi said as she released me. 
"That was very impressive.  You have learned to do something in
only a few days that the mystics spend years trying to master.  I
wouldn't be at all surprised if you have other talents that you
are not aware of, too." 

"Like what?"  I was dumbfounded to learn that I could separate my
mind and body.  If there were other undiscovered abilities I
might have, I wanted to know. 

"Supernormal control of the body can be manifested in several
different ways," Bambi quoted.  "There are people who can slow
their metabolism to a crawl and allow themselves to be buried
alive or sealed in airtight boxes for long periods of time. 
Control of normally involuntary bodily processes, like blood
pressure, pulse rate, bleeding.  Extraordinary muscular control.
Strength.  Endurance.  I doubt you will be able to levitate. 
That's generally thought to be a myth." 

"You're kidding!" 

"No.  I am not.  All of these abilities have been demonstrated
under scientific controls.  The scientists have only been able to
explain them as some form of self-hypnosis   'auto-suggestion'
they called it.  Which actually explains nothing, it just puts a
scientific label on it.  I'm sure you would not be keen on being
buried alive, or having large needles pushed through your cheeks,
but there might be other things we can test.  Do you remember the
last time you had a cut?" 

"Last week I got a paper-cut on my finger from one of my books. 
Does that count?" 

"Did it bleed?" 

"Oh yes.  It bled pretty good for a few seconds, then it stopped,
of course." 

"What do you mean, 'of course'?" 

"Well, cuts only bleed for a little bit.  Then they stop. 
Right?" 

"Hmmm.  Maybe yours do.  The rest of us have to rely on pressure
and bandages.  Let's not start cutting on you to test that. 
Maybe there is a simpler way.  Sit up and hold out both arms. 
Good.  Close your eyes and concentrate on your hands.  I want you
to imagine that there is a big gash on the back of your right
hand." 

I closed my eyes went back to the now-familiar floating and
falling place in my mind.  Then I tried to visualize a ragged cut
on my hand.  I concentrated really hard and the image I got was
pretty realistic.  Blood was running down my fingers and dripping
onto my leg.  I could feel the pain of the ripped flesh and the
heat of the blood as it dripped onto my thigh. 

"Now imagine that the blood is stopping and the cut is healing."
Bambi told me.  "Your skin is closing and the cut has healed
over.  Everything is back to normal." 

I mentally healed the cut in my imagination.  I could feel a
tingling on the back of my hand as the cut closed and the skin
knit together. 

"Open your eyes." Bambi told me.  I did and looked at my hands. 
They were fine. 

"I guess it didn't work." I said. 

"I wouldn't say that," she told me.  "I expected to see one hand
get paler than the other as you constricted the veins.  That
didn't happen.  But look at your leg." 

I lowered my arms and looked down.  There on my thigh were three
drops of bright red blood.  I jerked my hand up and looked at it.
 There was no sign of a wound.  It was perfectly normal. 

Bambi took my hand and turned it over.  The palm was normal as
well.  She said, "It's called stigmata.  Deeply religious people
can manifest what they imagine to be the wounds of Christ.  They
are usually young girls like you.  The wounds are real.  The
blood is real.  You just did that.  I watched it happen." 

I was starting to get scared.  "Why do you say 'imagine to be'?"


"Because the wounds they manifest are usually in their palms. 
Physiologists will tell you that you can't crucify someone that
way.  If you are going to nail someone to a cross and not have
them fall off, you have to put the nails in the wrists.  Stigmata
are not religious, they are psychosomatic.  People who manifest
stigmata are doing it to themselves with their minds.  As you
have just demonstrated." 

I clutched my hand and looked at Bambi.  She was getting that
same, 'I don't know you' look that I had seen before.  I couldn't
blame her.  I obviously didn't know me either.  I didn't know if
the abilities I had were the result of my days of torture or if
they were something I had always had and the pain just made me
bring them out.  Whichever it was, I now had abilities that very
few people had ever seen, much less possessed.  I was suddenly
seized by a need to find out what else I could do.

"Do you see that small mole on my hip?" I asked Bambi.  "I've had
that all my life."

"Yes.  What are you going to do?"

"I don't know.  Just watch the mole."  I lay back and returned to
what I now understood to be a trance state.   It was getting
easier to get there and I was becoming more comfortable about it.
 I visualized the mole.  I tried to see it in my mind in every
detail.  I pictured it shrinking.  I saw it fade to nothing and
disappear under smooth, unblemished skin.  I waited for a while
and tried to make myself calm.  Then I took a deep breath and
opened my eyes.  Bambi was still looking at my hip.  I sat up and
looked for myself.

"It's gone," she said, visibly impressed.  "It just went away."

"What else do you think I might I be able to do?" I asked. 
"Challenge me."

"All right," she agreed.  "Autographism.  The ability to manifest
writing on your skin."

"You mean, like words?"

"Words, lines, symbols.  Some people have done tattoos."

"I've always wanted a tattoo.  It's just that they're
so...permanent.  Let's see   what kind of tattoo do I want?  I
know! A heart.  Right here."  I pointed to a spot in the hollow
of my left shoulder.  It had been so easy to reach the trance
state last time that I tried it without lying down and closing my
eyes.  I simply concentrated on the feeling that meant I was
there.  I felt it wash over me like water in the shower. 
Everything became a little blurry, a little distant, a little
muted.  I stared at the spot where I wanted the tattoo to be and
pictured it in my head.  I saw a small pink heart, shaded to make
it look three-dimensional.  When it looked just the way I wanted
it, I let my mind slide back out of the trance.  I blinked a few
times, but the heart tattoo was still there on my shoulder.  I
touched it, but it did not feel any different than the rest of my
skin.  It wasn't raised or sore or anything.  It was just a
little pigment in the skin.  Watching it appear made it easier to
get exactly what I wanted.  

"I like it," I told Bambi.

"If you don't," she shrugged, "you can always change it or get
rid of it completely."

"Can you think of anything else I can try?"

"I'm not sure I want to suggest anything else.  You have already
demonstrated abilities well beyond those of even the most
dedicated mystics and fakirs.  A minute ago you made a mole
disappear.  That's not in any of the reports that I have seen,
and I read up on this extensively after Ben came back with his
stories."  She paused a moment, thinking.  "I can think of one
thing that you might try that you have expressed an interest in.
There are documented cases of psychosomatic galactorrhea."

"Psycho-what?"  She lost me completely.

"It means lactating by thought.  I would be surprised if you were
not able to do that with everything else you have shown me."

"I thought you wanted me to wait before I got into that."

"That was before I knew you could start and stop anytime you
wanted.  But let's wait on that one anyway.  Something tells me
this could be messy."

I laughed.  I had a mental picture of me lying on my back with
milk spraying from my nipples like twin fountains.  "You're
probably right.  I came up here to get a tan, not to.... A tan! 
I don't need the sun, now!  Let's see.  Dark Tropical?  Deep
Brown?  Golden Honey?  Light Coffee?  Pale Blonde?"

"I think something light with a hint of gold would go nicely with
your hair." Bambi said.  I nodded.  Two minutes later I was
lightly golden all over.  No tan lines, no shadows, no creases. 
I also got rid of any moles I could find and smoothed out
anything that looked like a blemish.  After thinking about it, I
decided to try to stop the growth of any hair that wasn't on my
scalp.

"This is going to be fun," I said.  

"Revlon is going to hate you." She giggled.

"Hunh?  Oh!  No makeup.  If I want red lips, I can make my lips
red.  If I want rosy cheeks, long lashes, or eyeliner I can do it
myself.  And if can be as permanent as I want it to be.  This is
so neat!"

"Don't get carried away, OK?  I know this seems like magic, but
it's just you.  Don't try to do too much, too soon or you will
wear yourself out.  Right now I bet you're very hungry, right?"

"Yeah, now that you mention it.  I'm starved.  Is it time for
lunch yet?"

"See?  It takes energy to do...what you do.  If you go too far,
you might get low blood sugar and pass out, so be careful.  OK?"

"OK, Mom.  I promise to take it easy."  A smile lit up her face
when I called her 'Mom'.  She reached out, put her arms around
me, and kissed my cheek.

"Honey, I'm so proud of you," she told me.  "You can do things
that very few people on Earth can do.  But promise me that you
will be discreet.  If word gets out, you will be pestered by
people who want to exploit you.  If you want to live your own
life, you will need to hide your abilities."

"I understand.  I promise I won't show off or do anything to
attract attention."

"Good. Now let's get some lunch.  I hope you like chicken
salad."

"Sounds great to me!" I said.  I was starving.  Gruel would have
sounded great to me.  We wrapped our towels around us and went
down to the kitchen, where Bambi started making sandwiches.

"Why don't you see if the boys are ready for lunch?" she
suggested.  "Tell them if they don't want to eat now, they will
be making their own later.  That usually does it.  I don't know
if they are upstairs or down, but they are supposed to tell me if
they leave the house."

I looked into the family room but it was empty, so I went
upstairs to the boy's bedrooms to see if I could find them.  I
tried Jim's first since it was the first I came to.  The door was
slightly ajar, so I eased it open and stuck my head inside.  The
place was the mess I expected.  There were clothes, schoolbooks,
and piles of stuff everywhere.  There was so much stuff piled on
the bed that I did not notice at first that Jim was lying on it.
He had his eyes tightly closed and his shorts down to his knees.
His cock was in his fist and he was slowly stroking it up and
down.

I was torn between being embarrassed at walking in on him while
he was masturbating and being fascinated by it.  I stood where I
was for the moment and fascination quickly won out.  I had never
seen a boy masturbate before and the sight was awfully exciting.
His hand went up and down, pulling the skin almost over the head
on the upstroke and exposing it on the downstroke.  It looked
like he was doing it so hard that I thought it must hurt to be
that rough.  Although, from the way he moved his hips it must
have felt pretty good to him.  When he pulled down on his cock,
the head bulged and turned purple.  It looked like it would burst
when he squeezed it.  I remembered the brief taste I had of his
cock and my mouth watered.  I became acutely aware that I was
only wearing a towel and that my body was beginning to react to
the situation.  I thought I should leave and give him some
privacy, but I could not tear my eyes away from his cock. 
Several inches of it stuck out of his fist and it seemed to be
getting even bigger as he stroked it.  I remembered what Bambi
told me about his father having a big cock and I wondered just
how large Jim's would be when it stopped swelling.

Arousal and curiosity took over and rescinded my decision to
leave.  I took off my towel and stepped over to the side of the
bed.  Swinging my leg onto the bed, I straddled Jim's thighs so
that I was sitting on his legs with his cock directly in front of
my open pussy.  When he felt my weight on him, his eyes snapped
open and he let go of his cock.

"Hi there," I said.  I stroked my hands up my sides and under my
breasts.  "Is this a private party or can anyone join in?"  He
looked at me goggle-eyed and did not say a word.  I decided to
take that as an invitation.  I reached out and took hold of his
cock and started to stroke it for him.  I tried to match his grip
and technique as much as I could, but my hand did not fit all the
way around his shaft and I could not bring myself to be as rough
as he had been with it.

"Oh, yes!" he said.  "That's good.  Oh, that feels great."

Encouraged, I felt the head of his cock with my other hand.  It
felt spongy and firm.  The skin was very smooth and hot.  I
stroked and petted it with my fingers as I worked the shaft with
my fist.  I must have been doing it right, because his cock grew
quickly and got very hard in my hand.  The skin drew taut over
the shaft and I felt veins bulge out.  I relaxed my grip and let
my hand slide over his cock, just stroking the shaft lightly. 
His hips started to buck under me and I had to spread my legs to
keep from being thrown off.  This pulled the skin away from my
clit and I reached down between my legs and started to stroke my
pussy with the same rhythm I was using on Jim's cock.  In no time
at all, I had juice running from my pussy.  I slid up his thighs
so my wetness was pressed against the base of his hard cock.  The
shaft reached to above my navel.  I imagined it inside me,
pushing into my vagina and I started rocking my hips to rub my
clit against his cock.

I quit stroking and let go of the shaft.  His cock stood straight
up against my belly with no help from me.  I leaned over him and
put my hands on the bed on either side of his chest.  I rocked my
hips forward and his cock slid between my legs.  I pressed my
pussy against it and rubbed up and down its length.  The feeling
of his hot hard cock rubbing against my clit sent me into a
frenzy.  I bucked my hips as fast as I could, grinding on his
hard thing.  When I felt his hands on my breasts I moaned with
pleasure.  He pawed my breasts and pulled too roughly on my
nipples, but I was too into the feeling of his cock sliding
between my pussy lips to complain.

I was so hot from having my pussy touching a real cock that I
came very quickly.  I stopped rubbing myself on his cock and held
still as the climax turned my whole body into one big exposed
nerve.  I shuddered with pleasure and collapsed onto Jim's chest,
pressing my breasts into him.  I was still cumming when I felt
his cock start to pulse against my clit.  It wasn't until I heard
him moan and push his hips off the bed that I realized that he
was cumming too.  His cock throbbed a few times, squirting his
hot cum against my stomach.  Too late, I realized I could have
had had his cock inside me and felt what was like to have a cock
cream my pussy.

Jim put his arms around me and held me as we both recovered from
our orgasms.  I was dropping from the high of my climax into a
wonderful afterglow when I felt his hands move down my back to
cup my ass-cheeks.  His hands felt so good on my bare ass as he
kneaded and squeezed them.  What had been too rough on my breasts
was wonderful on my butt.  I was lying there, enjoying being
massaged and pulled apart by his exploring fingers when I heard a
loud growl from my stomach and I realized that I wasn't going to
be able to postpone lunch any longer.

"Lunchtime." I told him.  "Come and eat."  I peeled myself off of
his stomach and got off the bed to get my towel.  I used it to
clean up both of us before I realized that I now had nothing to
wear.

"I'll find you something to put on." Jim said, smiling.  "Go tell
Bud it's time for lunch."

I grinned back.  What he meant was, "Go tell Bud without a stitch
of clothes on."  I was game.  While Jim rummaged through his
dresser, I went out into the hall and down to Bud's door.  It was
standing open and Bud was sitting at his PC, intently playing a
game.  I tiptoed up behind him and tapped him on the shoulder.

"Bud?  Lunchtime.  Come and get it."  

"Yeah, yeah.  In a minute." He said.  He did not even turn
around.

"Come now and you will get served.  Wait and you fix your own." I
said.

"OK!  In a minute!" He said, still into the game.

I grabbed the back of his swivel chair and spun it around as hard
as I could.  When he was facing me I jumped into his lap with my
legs on either side on his.  I leaned over so his face was
between my breasts and grabbed the back of the chair.

"Do I have your attention?" I said, right into his ear.

There was a muffled squeak from my chest.  "Yes," he said.

"Lunch is ready.  Will you be joining us?"

This time I felt his head move up and down between my breasts as
he nodded his assent.  I smiled.  Bud was learning to take
advantage of the opportunities that came his way.  I knew that
the next time I spoke to him I would get his undivided attention.


"Do you want me to get off your lap?" I asked.  Bud shook his
head, 'no', rubbing his face around in my cleavage.

"Are you sure I'm not smothering you?"  I asked.  He shook his
head again and closed his arms around my back, hugging me to him.
 I squirmed a little, rubbing myself against him.  I could feel
his cock growing in his pants.  I stood up, straddling the swivel
chair and reached down between us to unzip his fly.  Then I
reached in and pulled his cock out.  It was much bigger than when
I had it in my mouth.  It was much thicker than the big
double-headed dildo that Bambi and I had played with earlier. 
There was no way that it was going to fit inside my pussy. 
Still, I had to try.  I had just missed one opportunity to get a
real cock inside me.  There was no way I was going to pass up
another.

"Oh, God!  Your cock is a monster, Bud.  I can't even get my hand
around it." I whispered to him.

I continued to pull on his cock and it stiffened in my hand.  I
lowered my pussy down onto his lap and put the broad head of his
cock between my pussy lips and at the opening to my vagina.  I
moved it around to get the head wet with my juice and then I
lowered my body down onto his fat cock.  I felt the head push
into my small opening and start to force its way into me.  The
feeling was incredibly hot, hotter than anything I had ever felt
before, but it felt as if I were trying to fuck a telephone pole.
 The head went in only an inch or so and then stuck like a cork
in a bottle.  I twisted and squirmed around desperately, but
there was no way I was going to get that cock into my pussy
without some more preparation.  I pulled up off of him and got
down on my knees.  I took his big cock in both hands and started
to lick it like an ice cream cone.

"It's just too big for my little pussy, Bud." I told him, between
licks.  "I'll have to get stretched out before you can put it in
me.  OK?"

"OK," he groaned, dissappointed.  He rolled his hips back and
spread his knees to make it easier for me to get to his fat dick.
 I kissed it up and down and licked the head all around.

"I want you to cum for me, Bud." I said.  "I want to taste your
cum.  Please cum in my mouth.  Pleeeeease." I whined, like a
little girl begging for a treat.

Bud slumped back in the chair and pushed his ass up off the
chair.  He moaned like he was dying and I clamped my mouth over
the head of his cock.  I started sucking wildly, trying to coax
the cum out of his balls.  I was rewarded with a stream of cum
that spattered against the roof of my mouth.  It was followed by
five more just as strong.  It felt like I was sucking a fire
hose.  Bud's cum filled my mouth and I swallowed reflexively,
just in time to have it fill again.  The third mouthful was the
last and I took my mouth off his cock and savored the flavor.  It
was sweet and slightly salty, with a faint metallic flavor.  I
liked it.  Bud was looking at me swish his cum around in my
mouth.  I opened wide and showed him the cum he had given me then
swallowed the whole load and opened my mouth again to show him it
was all gone.

I bent over his drooping cock and licked it clean, then I gave
the head a final suck.  I was surprised to be able to draw out
another small swallow of cum.  I kissed Bud's cock and stood up.

When I turned around I saw Jim standing in the doorway.  He had a
football jersey in one hand and his cock in the other.  It was
already hard again.  I smiled and took the jersey from him and
gave his hard cock a quick stroke.

"Sorry, only one cum per customer right now, guys." I told him. 
"Put them away and come down to lunch.  Your mother is waiting on
us.  I want you to go down and thank her for inviting me to live
with you, OK?"

They both grinned like idiots and nodded agreement.  As we walked
down the hall, I pulled the jersey over my head.  It fit me like
a tent.  It came down to the backs of my calves in back, but my
breasts held the front up so it just came to my knees.  The short
sleeves came down to my forearms and the neck was so wide that it
slipped off one shoulder, leaving it bare.  Both boys seemed to
think it was the prettiest thing I had ever worn, judging from
the looks they gave me.

"Do you have plans for tonight?" I asked them on the way down the
stairs.

"Lori and Sara Henderson are coming over about seven." Jim said.
I knew the Henderson girls.  Lori was Jim's age and Sara was the
same age as me and Bud.  They were both very attractive brunettes
with good figures.

"You mean you two have dates?" I asked with a tone of mock
surprise.  "Well good for you!"

"Yeah, you could say that." Bud answered, shyly.  "We were just
going to hang out, though.  Mom won't let Jim drive at all since
he busted up the car last year and she won't let me drive the car
without her along.  It's embarrassing to have to have your Mom
take you places, you know.  We're too old for this shit."

"Yeah, I guess."  I wouldn't know.  My mother wouldn't even let
me take Driver's Ed when I turned 16.  I had never touched the
wheel of a car.  "Well, I have a date too, I'll have you know."

"Who?"  Both boys asked together.  I didn't care for the note of
jealousy in their voices.  But it was nice to hear that they felt
possessive of me.

"Do you know Neeka Morgan, from up the street?"

"Yeah?" Jim said.   "She's a fox!  But she's way shy," he
continued, "She hardly ever talks to anyone.  Why?"

"She's my date." I said.  Bud and Jim looked at each other, but,
to their credit, neither said a word.

"What?" I asked, trying to get them to open up.  I wanted to know
how they felt about me dating Neeka.

"Well," Jim said hesitantly, "she's a girl."

I stopped on the landing, blocking their way, and crossed my arms
under my breasts.  "So am I.  Do you have something against
girls, or was that your point?" I asked.

"Uh, no.  I mean, yes.  Oh, crud."

I gave them both a second to think it over.  If this was going to
be a problem, if was best if we got it out in the open now.  I
decided to lay it out for them.

"As you say, she's a fox.  I am attracted to her and I think she
feels the same way about me.  Later on, we might get a little
physical.  Is the sight of two girls necking going to gross you
out?  Are we going to have to hide up in my room?"

Their unease with the situation vanished as soon as the mental
image of a certain redhead and a certain busty blonde locking
lips next to them on the couch came into focus.

"She has a point," Bud said to Jim.  "Actually, she has two of
them, and they are attached to a fantastic body."

"Darn right," Jim said.  "And she is perfectly free to date
anyone she chooses.  I have no problem with that at all."

"Thank you very much, Bud.  Your sucking-up has been duly noted."
 I turned to Jim.  I was glad to hear that his initial concern
had been dealt with  I would have supposed that having a mother
who was bisexual would have eliminated that particular prejudice,
but maybe Bambi was more discreet about her affairs than I had
thought, or maybe her boys were just rebelling by becoming more
conservative.  

"So you think Neeka is shy, hunh?  I tell you what, I bet you
that I can get my date out of her clothes quicker than you can
get Lori out of hers."

Jim looked like he was tempted to decline the bet.  He knew he
should have, but I had tweaked his male ego and he had to accept
or lose face.

"You're on." He said.  He looked like he knew he was going to
lose, but he was going through with it and take his beating like
a man.  "Ah, what are we betting?"

I thought for a minute.  I had already established that I could
make them do anything I wanted, so making Jim suffer for losing
the bet seemed petty.

"OK, here it is." I told him, trying hard not to smile as I gave
him the bad news.  "If you win, I have to suck your cock right
there in the room in front of both our dates.  If I win, you have
to eat my pussy."

The look on Jim's face was priceless.  I could see the wheels
turning in his head as he tried to find the downside to the bet.
He was still thinking about it when we got to the breakfast
room.

Bambi was just putting the last drinks on the table when the
three of us paraded in.

"Well, that took long enough." She said.

"Sorry," I said.  "It was hard.  But I finally got them to
come."

"That's good, I was afraid you had...." She stopped in
mid-sentence as she parsed the secondary meaning of what I had
said and then saw that I was wearing Jim's jersey and not the
towel I had gone upstairs in.  She turned her face away and bit
her knuckle to keep from laughing out loud.  I kept a straight
face so I wouldn't give her away.  She recovered quickly and went
to sit down.  She had just reached for her chair when Bud hopped
up and pulled it out for her.

"Thank you dear," she said.  Bud decided not to stop at holding
her chair and stepped in front of her.  He put his arms around
her and gave her a big hug.  He squeezed so hard that her blouse
came open, exposing a breast.  I expected Bud to recoil in
embarrassment, but he didn't.  He took the exposed breast in his
hand and raised it to his lips and kissed the nipple.  Then he
pulled his mother's blouse closed and stepped back.

Mrs. Reynolds had no time to react before Jim followed Bud's
example.  He also gave his mother a big hug.  But this time there
was no accident.  Jim deliberately pulled her blouse open and put
his hand under her other breast.  He bent his head to her nipple
and sucked it into his mouth briefly before returning it with a
parting kiss.

Bambi was speechless.  She had just had her fondest wish
fulfilled.  She flushed and dropped into the offered chair so
abruptly that I thought her knees must have failed her.  As Jim
and Bud took their own seats, I watched Bambi try to come to
grips with what had just happened.  A smile slowly spread across
her face.  She looked across the table at me through tear-filled
eyes.  I smiled and shook my head slightly, denying any
responsibility.  I had merely suggested that they thank her; it
was their decision how to do it.

While the rest of us ate heartily, Bambi picked at her food, too
stunned to eat.  After a few minutes of pushing an olive around
her plate, she excused herself and left the room.  We could all
see the tears on her cheeks as she left.  As soon as the door
swung closed behind her, both boys turned to me.

"Guys, I'm very proud of you." I told them.  "You have made your
mother happier than she has been in years."

"But she was crying," Bud observed.  He gave me an accusing
glare.

"Yes.  She was.  I know it makes no sense and I can't explain it.
 Women cry when they are happy just like they cry when they are
unhappy.  Trust me, those were happy tears.  Girls can tell."



Bud and Jim had finished their sandwiches, cleared their plates
from the table, and gone back upstairs by the time Bambi came
back, still dabbing her eyes.  I was halfway through my second
sandwich.

"You were right about needing to refuel," I told her.  "I'm
hungry as a bear."

"Would you like me to fix you something more?" She asked.

"No, thanks.  This should hold me."  I crammed a couple of chips
into my mouth.

She picked up her untouched sandwich and started to eat.  Every
time I looked up I saw her watching me.  It started to make me
uncomfortable.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

"Absolutely nothing."

"Do I have mayonnaise on my chin?"

"No."

"Why are you staring at me?"

"I've never seen an angel before."

I almost choked on my food.  When I managed to swallow, I said,
"How do you figure?"

"You've been living here less than 24 hours and you have already
given me my husband back, you've demonstrated supernormal powers,
and you've given me my babies back.  You must be an angel."

This was a new game to me.  I thought while I ate.  Then I said,
"Where are my wings?"

"The same place as your mole.  You will grow them back when you
need them."

"And my halo?"

"I can see it now."

"Your eyes are full of tears.  You're seeing halos everywhere."

"True.  It doesn't mean one of them isn't real."

She was starting to scare me with this game.  I thought she might
be serious.  I thought of a way to shock her.

"I fucked your babies."

"I know.  I just pulled the sticky towel out of the laundry
chute.  You fucked me, too.  And I have no doubt that Miss Morgan
will be spreading her lovely legs for you to fuck her later
tonight as well.  You're a Sex Angel."

"I'm a what?  I'm not familiar with that type.  Is that a
seraphim or a cherubim?"

"I'm not sure.  You may be unique."

I swallowed the last of my glass of milk and went over to her.  I
sat down on her lap and put my head on her shoulder.  "Whatever I
am, I'm your little angel."  I told her softly.  "I am happier
here than I have ever been in my life.  I try to find ways to
make you happy because I love you and I want you to be as happy
as I am."  I reached into her blouse and started stroking her
breasts.  She shivered at my touch and rocked me.  I slid down in
her lap and hung my legs over the arm of the chair so that I lay
cradled in her lap.  I looked up at her as I took her breast and
put the nipple to my lips.  I closed my eyes and nursed gently as
Bambi stroked my hair and my cheek.  As tender moments go, it was
one of the best.

The ringing of the front doorbell cruelly interrupted my
reversion to infancy.  I let Bambi's nipple slip from my lips and
I cried out, "WAANHH!"

I heard Bambi sigh deeply.  She had been as much into the moment
as I.

"Hush, now baby," she said.  "Hush."  She pushed me up and I
swung my feet back to the floor.  I stood up and knuckled my eyes
and stuck out my lower lip.  She chuckled at my performance and
took me by the hand and led me to the front door, picking up her
purse on the way.

Bambi opened the door to the delivery boy, who turned out to be a
Chinese kid named Louis Wu that I recognized from school.  He
worked weekends running deliveries for his family's restaurant. 
Apparently, he didn't recognize me at all.  

Having a new audience for my 'widdle-kid' routine, I turned it
up, hanging on to Bambi with one hand and sucking the thumb of
the other while twisting and turning with all the boundless
energy of a five-year-old.  Poor Louis did not look too closely
and I got away with being the only five-year-old girl who sported
HH-cup breasts. 

Bambi accepted the large paper bag with one hand and set it on
the table.  She had to let go of me to open her purse and I
immediately grabbed the hem of my jersey with both hands and
started swinging my arms back and forth.  I was just pulling the
jersey up far enough on each swing to give Louis a flash of my
pubic hair.  If he saw anything, it wasn't registering.  He was
trying to ignore the hyperkinetic child and collect for the food.


Bambi handed him a bill large enough to cover the total plus a
very generous tip.  I thought he was about to get enough of a
tip, but this is what happens when you do a show with no
rehearsal.  Louis expressed his gratitude at the tip and Bambi
reached for the door when I yelled, 'Wheeee!' and swung my arms
straight up in the air, pulling the jersey completely over my
head so I could look through the neck-hole and see Louis'
reaction.   He looked at me and his eyes almost fell out of his
head.  His mouth fell open so far I thought his jaw would bounce
on his chest.  It was one of the best surprise-reactions I had
ever seen.  Bambi swung the door shut on him and we both
collapsed on the floor, laughing so hard our stomachs hurt. 

"I think our delivery time from Wu's Restaurant just got cut in
half," I gasped.  Bambi could only nod.  She was laughing so hard
no sound was coming out. 

When our laughing jag wound down to an occasional giggle, I asked
Bambi, "How come you had them deliver here?  I thought you were
going to send it over to the house." 

She blotted her eyes and said, "They won't deliver to a different
address unless you pay them first.  It's too easy for them to get
scammed out of an order that way.  I was going to give him ten
dollars to take it over, but when I realized what you were going
to do, that plan died quick.  You blew his mind.  After that,
he'll be lucky to find his way back to the restaurant.  We'll
have to take it over ourselves.  I think you want to talk to
Yvette in person anyway, right?" 

"Right.  I just wanted to give her some space.  Jan must have
told her by now.  Let me get something on and we'll run right
over." 

Bambi and I both changed clothes again.  We put on halter-tops
and shorts.  I knew she was turning me into a clothes-horse too,
but it was just so much fun I couldn't resist.  It was like we
were a couple of kids playing dress-up.  We enjoyed dressing each
other and we enjoyed seeing if we could top each other and we
enjoyed seeing if we could guess what the other would put on. 
She promised to take me shopping again for shoes after I talked
to Yvette.  I was already starting to think of Mom as 'Yvette'
and Bambi as 'Mom'.  I thought it would be confusing, but it
seemed very natural.  Bambi and I thought so much alike that we
mostly knew what the other was thinking, as evidenced by our
little play for Louis the Chinese delivery boy and designated
shockee of the afternoon.  Our multiple roles as parent and
child, friends, and lovers were starting to blend into something
more like sisters.  I made her feel like a teenager and she made
me feel like an adult   most of the time   well some of the time.
 The way we giggled and carried on, I think the average age was
skewed much closer to mine than hers.  A lot of the time I just
totally forgot she wasn't my age.  Most of the time it never
mattered.

When we got back to my old house, we decided to sneak in, in case
they were both still in bed, either resting or whatever.  I led
the way up to the door and Bambi carried the bag of food.  I
listened carefully, but could not hear a sound.  I looked at
Bambi and shrugged.  She mimed opening the door and I did and
stuck my head in.  It was quiet so we went in and eased the door
shut behind us.  We carried the food to the kitchen and put it on
the table in plain sight.  Bambi whispered, "Leave a note?" and I
nodded.  She had just pulled a small notepad and a felt-tip pen
from her purse when the bedroom door crashed open and two women
ran down the hall, past the kitchen, and into the living room. 
We only got a quick look as they flew past, but I looked at Bambi
with a "Tell me I didn't see what I thought I saw" look.  She
clamped her hand over her mouth to keep from laughing out loud
and we both stuck our heads out into the hall and peered into the
living room.

My mother was chasing Jan around the room.  They were both naked,
except Yvette had on a pink strap-on dildo and a butt-plug with a
horse's tail coming out of it.  I didn't know what game they were
playing, but they were sure having fun.  The fun came to an
abrupt halt when they saw Bambi and me watching them from the
kitchen.

They both shrieked in surprise to see two faces watching them. 
Jan looked startled, then surprised, then she started laughing at
being caught in a silly game.  My mother looked startled, then
terrified, then like she was about to start screaming and totally
freak.  There was no time to reason with her or calm her down.  
I did the first thing that came to my mind, I yelled, "Horsey!"
and leaped at my mother with a maniacal grin on my face.

Nothing will pull you back from the edge of a freak-out faster
than being attacked by someone even crazier than you are.  My
mother's survival instinct instantly snatched control away from
her mortal embarrassment and she tried to dodge me.  She moved
pretty quickly and almost got away, but she was trailing her tail
and I got hold of it before she could twitch it around behind
her.

"Gotcha!" I said, taking a firm grip on the tail.  The shock had
made her butt clamp down on the plug and the tail barely moved as
I pulled on it.  She could not get away from me and she could not
even turn around.  She was trapped with her butt under my control
and the pink strap-on waving obscenely in front of her.  I
reached out and patted her ass, saying "Easy there fella.  Easy,
now.  What should we do with this wild stallion?  I know!  Let's
brand him!  Who's got a branding iron?"

My mother was still in a state of confusion, but there was
nothing wrong with her hearing.  As soon as she heard the word
"branding" she started to try to get away.

"Noooooo!" she cried, as she bucked and tried to pull away.  I
was ready for that, though.  I took hold of the base of the
butt-plug where the long horse-tail was connected and braced
myself so the only way she could escape would be to pull the plug
out.  The problem with that was the more scared she got, the
tighter her butt gripped the plug.

"He's startin' to buck!  Get him down!" I called out.  

Bambi was the first to react.  She grabbed Yvette's legs and
pushed on the backs of her knees.  Yvette was forced down across
the coffee table in front of the sofa.

Jan straddled her and sat down on her lower back, forcing her
butt in the air and trapping her in the right position for
branding.  She slapped Yvette's ass cheek and said, "We'll put it
right there.  Heat up the iron!"

Yvette could only scream, "Noooo!  No!  Please!  Don't brand
me!"

"Quiet, horsey!" I said.  "Hand me that hot iron!" I called,
pointing to the felt-tip marker that Bambi had dropped on the
floor in the scuffle.  Bambi scooped it up and handed it to me. 
I stuck the cap in my mouth and yanked it off.  I handed the pen
to Jan.

Jan slapped Yvette's ass cheek again and made her buck.  With all
of us holding her down she could only clench her cheeks in a
futile effort to avoid the 'iron'.  Jan drew a 'J' on one cheek
and handed me the pen back.  I drew a heart around the J and
recapped the pen.

"OK, horsey.  It's all over now.  Jan's got her brand on you."

When we let go of Yvette she looked puzzled, like she had
actually expected to be burned.  I thought she looked a little
disappointed, too.  She bent back and twisted around to examine
her "brand".  When she saw what we had drawn on her butt, she put
her head down in the crook of her elbow.   Her shoulders started
shaking.  I thought she might be crying, but she raised her head
back up and we could see that she was laughing and crying at the
same time.

Bambi said, "I don't know what's so funny, Yvette.  That was a
permanent marker.  You will be wearing that for quite a while."

This seemed to make it even funnier to Yvette.  She rolled off
the table onto the floor and doubled up with laughter.  We were
all laughing pretty good, too.

When the giggling ran down to chuckling, I said "We thought you
might like some lunch.  We brought you some Chinese.  Anybody
here like Moo Goo Gai Pan?"

Yvette raised a hand.  I took hold of it and helped her to her
feet.  "Come back here for a minute," I said, leading her toward
the bedroom.  "I need to talk to you."

The bedroom was a total wreck.  Pillows, sheets, and towels were
everywhere.  Yvette and Jan had clearly only recently taken their
games to other parts of the house.  I sat down on the bed and
pulled Yvette down next to me.  She sat gingerly and leaned over
on one cheek so she would not be sitting directly on the
butt-plug.

"I like your tail," I told her.  "You look like a palomino."  She
flushed with embarrassment and looked down at her lap.  The dildo
stood straight up from her groin.  She gave a squeak and jumped
up, pulling at the straps to try to get the dildo off.

"Here," I said.  "Let me get that."  I pushed her hands away and
undid the straps.  I pulled the harness away from her and grabbed
her tail and pulled her back down on the bed next to me.  She
went, "Oof!" as the butt-plug pressed into her ass.

She hid her face in her hands and hunched her shoulders.  I
turned toward her and put one hand on her thigh and pulled a hand
away from her face with the other.

"What's the matter?" I asked.

"I'm so ashamed!" she said.

"Of what?  Of being caught and branded like a prize stallion?"  I
smiled at her.

She laughed at that.  A short barking laugh, and then her face
screwed up like she was going to cry.

"Of having you see me like this."

"Like what?  Help me out here.  I'm missing something."

"Like...like...this!"

"What?  Naked?  Wearing a tail?  Chasing your girlfriend around
the house with rape in your eye?"

"Well...Yes!"

"Unhunh.  I'm not supposed to catch you having a good time.  Is
that it?"

"No!  But..."

"Ah!  So, you were having a good time, weren't you?"

She smiled very faintly and mumbled, "Yes".

"Then I'm very happy for you!  You sure looked like you were
enjoying yourself.  You're allowed, you know.  It's OK to have
fun.  It's OK to be yourself.  It's OK to be happy."

She sniffed, but she still sat with her shoulders hunched over
and her hands in her lap, balled up into fists.  I stroked her
back.  I could feel the tension in her muscles.

"It's OK.  I understand.  I really do.  You've been trying to be
someone you're not for so long that it's hard to be yourself in
front of me.  That's why I'm going to live with Bambi.  And, yes,
she lets me call her that as long as I don't abuse the privilege.
 Has she always been sensitive about that?"

"Oh, yes.  She got teased when she was a little girl and she
always hated the name.  When she got married, she was so happy to
be Mrs. Benjamin Reynolds that I think she quit using her real
name."

"Well, Mrs. Reynolds is being very good to me.  She introduced me
to her sons as their new sister, so it's like I'm part of the
family.  I don't want you to worry about anything, OK?"

"OK."

"I like Jan.  I like Jan a lot.  Jan told me she loves you."  She
raised her head and looked at me when I said that.  I nodded. 
"Has she told you that?"

"No."  She shook her head.

"When she told me that she loves you I could see it in her eyes,
too."  She smiled.  The first smile I had seen on her face in a
long time.

"Yvette?  I love you too."  She turned her smile to me.  Calling
her by her name seemed to be the right thing.  If I called her
'Mom' it would have triggered a lot of reflex behavior I wanted
her to unlearn.

"Kiss me." I told her.  She leaned toward me, still smiling, but
aiming for my cheek.  I pulled her on top of me and locked my
legs and arms around her.  I kissed her firmly, pressing my lips
insistently to hers.  I wanted to imprint a new version of me in
her mind   not a daughter she did not want, but a friend she
could relate to.  I kissed her as good as I could, then I started
to tickle her.  She began to giggle and buck, trying to get
loose, but I had a good grip with my legs and she could not shake
me off.  She thrashed around on the bed, raising us both clear
off of the mattress.

"Please!" she begged.  "Mercy!  Oh, please!" she gasped.

I finally took pity on her and stopped tickling.   We lay on the
bed, gasping for breath after all the excitement and exertion.  I
crawled off and stood by the bed, holding her hand.  She smiled
up at me, a genuine smile of affection.   She seemed a completely
different person, now.

"C'mon.  You look like you could use some lunch."  I tugged her
hand to get her out of the bed and hauled her back to the
kitchen.

Jan was setting the table and Bambi was taking the food out of
the microwave.  Yvette walked straight to Jan and put her arms
around her.  Jan's face lit up like she'd just won the lottery.

I hated to interrupt their embrace, but I was afraid to let
things go on too long or lunch would have got cold.  I cleared my
throat and said, "Listen, we'll be going now.  You two enjoy your
lunch."

Jan said, "You're not eating with us?"

"No," Bambi said.  "We're on our way to do some shopping.  We
just wanted to make sure that you two remembered to eat." 

"Well, that was very thoughtful of you." Jan said, "Thank you."

"Yes," Yvette echoed, "Thank you very much.  Thank you both." 
Yvette was starting to look uneasy, with all of us in the same
room.  She must have felt strange, trying to figure out how to
relate to everyone.  Bambi must have noticed, too.  She hustled
us out the door with just a quick smooch all around.

When we were driving off, she asked, "How is Yvette?"

I thought for a moment.  "Better.  Just 'better'.  It's going to
take a long time before she gets to 'good'.  It's going to be a
really long time before she can look at me and not cringe.  She's
got more baggage than Samsonite.  I tried to get her to think of
me differently.  I want her to be able to look at me without
hurting, but that's not going to happen for a while, if ever. 
It's best if she just forgets about me until she can get her head
on straight.  Did I say 'straight'?"  We both laughed at my
feeble joke.

"Out of sight, out of mind?" Bambi asked.

"I'm afraid so.  Looks like you're stuck with me."

"Good.  I'm sorry about Yvette, but I won't pretend for a second
that I am not happy that you will be with me."

"Thanks, Mom."





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