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Cowgirl 3 of 3 or Back in the Saddle Again (Mf, oral; inc, m/g, pedo)
by Gunga Dick
Cowgirl III or Back in the Saddle Again
It was Sunday evening, and Samantha and I were at the airport waiting for
Leslie's flight to unload. I had spent the entire day in a daze. I had a
myriad of sensations going through my mind, but none of them were guilt,
which caused me no end of distraction. I should have been feeling terrible
about having sex or rather allowing Sam to have sex with me. It had been
highly erotic and in the back of my mind was the desire to repeat the act.
I glanced at Sam, who sat next to me in one of those molded plastic chairs
that should come with a seat belt because if you relax your legs your butt
starts sliding out of it and you wind up feeling guilty because you keep
remembering how your mother told you it wasn't nice to slouch.
Anyway, she sat there watching people and the big planes. Her legs didn't
reach the floor and she was swinging them back and forth. I felt a warmth
go through my body as I looked at her. I blushed as I realized it wasn't
just the feeling of parental love, but there was a slight sexual glaze to
it.
I looked around quickly at all the slouching people to see if there were
any mind readers among them, but no one was glaring at me so I figured I
was safe.
The door to the jetway opened and people started pouring out. They all had
that dazed expression people have coming off of a long flight. They look
like their aircraft had crashed and they were the survivors. Wrinkled clothing
and flat hair were 'de rigeur.' Sam and I watched the door closely for the
first signs of Leslie. Sam was standing on her chair and holding onto my
arm so that she didn't fall down.
I was distracted for a moment by a large pair of breasts and the next thing
I knew a six year old was screeching in my ear.
"Mommy!"
I looked back towards the doorway in time to see Leslie search the crowd
for the source of the screech. I recognized the next person out of the gateway.
It was her coworker Chuck. He of the tailored suit and two hundred dollar
haircut. I had never seen even a single hair out of place on his head. I
bet even high winds wouldn't be able to budge one. He was the epitome of
"shmarm." And, he was always hovering around my wife. At every soiree, I
was forced to go to, and at every picnic her store put on, there he was,
hanging around my wife. Wearing his Izod polo shirts, his charcoal colored
hundred dollar slacks, and his plastic fucking hair. I didn't like the guy,
in case you were wondering
He was leaning over and saying something to Leslie and she was scanning the
crowd as she nodded and he walked away. Chuck thought he was God's gift to
woman kind, and to give him credit he always had a good looking babe on his
arm, but never the same one twice. I suppose an evening of listening to Chuck
tell you how great he was was sufficient for the average woman to realize
he was as plastic as his hair. I'm not being harsh because of my dislike
for the guy, I'm merely repeating what someone had told me.
Sam jumped down off the chair and went running to her mother. I walked up
and found Leslie down on one knee giving her daughter a hug. She stood and
I put my arms around her for a hug, but she only returned it half-heartedly.
"Long flight?" I asked, needlessly.
"Yeah!" she replied and her eyes didn't make contact with mine. I shrugged
it off as her being tired, but I think in the back of my mind some little
voice was saying something was wrong.
We went down to the luggage carousel and waited for her bags to show up.
Sam was excited to have her mother back and was peppering the air with questions.
Leslie, smiled weakly, and tried to pay attention to her daughter. I scanned
the crowd and my eyes fell on Chuck. He was looking our way. I smiled and
nodded. He merely looked away.
"Asshole!" I muttered.
"What?" Samantha asked.
"Nothing, sweetie! Just wondering when the luggage will arrive."
The carousel started and people gathered around like dowagers at a Macy's
white sale. There was so much pushing and shoving you'd have thought they
were giving stuff away. I gathered the bags and we wended our way to the
parking lot. We drove home and Leslie sat in brooding silence. Sam gave her
version of the weekend. She was excitedly telling her mother about the trip
to the zoo when she realized her mother wasn't paying attention.
"Mommm!" she cried out. "You're not listening!"
"That's a fact!" I said, adding my two cents worth. I glanced over at Leslie
and she saw the concern on my face.
"I'm just tired!" she insisted, but she didn't look it. She looked preoccupied.
I figured something had gone wrong on her trip. Some deal hadn't materialized
or someone had screwed up royally.
We got home and I offered to fix her something to eat. She declined and said
she would be going to bed early. I looked at the clock and it was barely
eight. I reminded her that she had a daughter who hadn't seen her in a while
and was anxious to do just that. Leslie sighed and said she'd try to stay
up for a while. The phone rang and I answered. It was Mr. Shmarm himself.
I asked what the fuck he wanted since he'd just left my wife an hour ago,
although I didn't quite phrase it that way. I yelled to Leslie who was in
the bedroom and she picked up the extension. She came out a few minutes later
looking like a wrung out dish rag. I was really concerned now and said so.
She said they were having problems with a supplier.
"What," I said, "and Mr. Plastic Hair couldn't wait until tomorrow to talk
to you about it."
She looked sharply at me, which was a first, since she was the one that had
first used the name Mr. Plastic Hair to describe Chuck.
"He just wanted to remind me that we have an early meeting tomorrow!" she
glared.
I shrugged and turned back to getting Sam a glass of milk.
"Your daughter's waiting for you to read her a bedtime story," I told her
and handed her the glass of milk.
I went in and said good night to Sam and then went into the den to do some
work. I had gotten a piece of work rewriting a script. An old friend from
college days was now a big wig at Sony Pictures and having seen my by-line
in the L.A. Times one day had gotten in contact with me. We had gotten together
for drinks and to rehash old times. He had also started passing some work
my way and they paid damn good. I was working on their latest teen horror
flick. Working on the cut always. I had done a good job on the last script
and they liked my work. There was even talk of making me head writer on one
of the next projects. Now that was big money.
I glanced at my watch and realized it was nearing eleven. I turned off the
computer and went in search of my wife. I walked into the darkened bedroom
and saw her lying there. She was rolled onto her side facing away from me.
I stripped and brushed my teeth and clambered into bed. Usually, when she's
gone to bed before me she fusses about how much noise I make coming to bed,
but this night she didn't say a word. She didn't even move. I realized that
she was wearing a night shirt. Something she never did. Leslie slept in the
nude, always had.
"Do you want to talk about it?" I asked. I was starting to worry. Things
weren't right. Something must have really gone wrong on that trip.
I got no reply. I rolled into her and put an arm around her.
"Don't!" she said and threw my arm off.
"What the fuck is wrong?" I asked, giving caution to the wind. Leslie loved
to cuddle and had never refused.
She turned towards me and said, "I'm sorry! I'm just really tired and irritable.
I just need to sleep."
"Yeah!" came my cutting retort. I rolled over onto my side and fumed. I hated
cuddling and had made the ultimate male sacrifice only to be rebuffed.
I was shaken awake in the morning and I opened my eyes to find Leslie completely
dressed and on her way to work. I hadn't even heard the alarms go off. Like
I've said earlier, Leslie isn't a morning person and I usually have to drag
her out of bed and physically throw her into the shower with her cursing
my ancestors the entire way. I lie there in shock. She asked if I could take
Sam to school and reminded me that it was our week to give little Debbie
a ride. I moaned into my pillow. I glanced at the clock and it was only six
a.m.
"Jesus!" I stated. "Did you get any sleep?"
"Yeah, I'm fine!" she insisted. "Look, I've got to go. Are you up?"
I told her that I was and she left. I sat on the edge of the bed and scratched
my chest. I looked at what I was doing and laughed. I had written this scene
into the last script I worked on and was told that no one actually awakes
and scratches their chest. I took a bracing shower and when I came out Sam
was standing there clutching Mr. Nosie and watching my dick. I told her to
scoot and she ran into the kitchen.
I fixed her breakfast and we worked through her disappointment of not seeing
her mother before she had to leave for work. I silently decided that Leslie
and I would have to have a talk. We chose a nice outfit for Sam to wear and
we primped and brushed and washed and brushed and brushed and brushed until
she resembled a little girl and not something raised by wolves. She has thick,
dirty blonde hair and becomes tow headed in the summer. She has naturally
wavy hair, to quote every beautician I'd run across, which is another way
of saying your going to spend half your life untangling knots and bringing
tears to her eyes.
We went out and found that Leslie had taken the SUV from the prior evening
and left me with her 'beamer'. Great I said to myself, she took the freaking
booster chair. I strapped Sam into the back and told her she was like a big
girl now and pre-empted any complaint she may have wanted to voice. I drove
down the street and stopped outside of Debbie's duplex. Her mother came out
almost immediately, dragging a crying bundle of joy. She strapped her sniveling
daughter in next to Sam and gave me the 'it's been one of those mornings
look'. We bid each other good day and I took off.
Sam regaled Debbie with tales of the zoo and Debbie quickly rebounded from
whatever grievance she had had that morning and was soon asking if the lions
had really been out.
I looked into the rearview mirror and caught a glimpse of the two little
blonde heads talking. Suddenly the salacious thought of what it would be
like to play with those two went through my mind and I quickly looked away.
I felt the blood rushing into my face and I silently cursed myself.
"Where the hell did that come from?" I said aloud. And both girls giggled.
It was as though they knew what I was thinking.
"You said the H word, daddy!" Samantha chimed.
"I'm sorry, sweetie," I replied, looking at her in the rearview. God she
was cute.
I drove into the school parking lot and freed the two little back seat prisoners.
I walked them to the door and they said good by and scampered down the hallway,
joining the other little people in the land of Lilliput. I saw a knot of
ride share parents and went over to join the crowd. I joined the conversation
and found out about sales on kids' clothes; a great recipe for leftover chicken;
how the Dodgers could get out of their slump; which parents were rumored
to be breaking up; and how to make an atom bomb. A very diverse group.
I was asked to join some at the local Denny's and I went. We were sitting
having our not so grand breakfasts when someone mentioned that today was
a half day at school. I cursed myself for forgetting to look at the school
calendar and excused myself to call Debbie's house. Her mother was just leaving
and she told me that she had worked it out with Leslie. I was going to keep
Debbie until she or her husband came to get her. I used all the tact I knew
how and told her that perhaps she should make those arrangement with me since
I was the stay at home parent. I guess I didn't use enough tact because she
said if it was too much trouble she would take the afternoon off. I told
her no, that I had just said that because Leslie had a way of forgetting
to tell me these things. We broke off on a reconciliatory note and I went
back to my congealed eggs, cold sausage, and tiny triangles of wheat toast.
The morning went by slowly. I sat down in front of the computer to do some
work, but wound up staring off into space. Several times, I would shake myself
from my reverie and realize I hadn't done a bit of work. I thought it was
funny that I also couldn't remember what I had been thinking upon with such
focus. I gave up trying to work and gave Leslie a call. I hardly ever called
her and when I did she would usually rush to the phone asking if Sam was
all right. This time I was informed that Ms. Deakan wasn't in the office
and wasn't expected back that day. I left a message for her to call me if
she came back to the office.
As I bade the secretary farewell I said, "Guess I should have called earlier?"
And I was informed that it wouldn't have helped because Ms. Deakan had taken
a personal day after a long buying weekend in New York. I thanked the secretary
once again and was about to hang up when a thought crossed my mind and I
asked to be connected with Mr. Charles Norris. I was informed that good old
Chuck was also absent that day. I cradled the phone and then calmly ripped
it off the wall and threw it across the room and into the living room where
it bounced harmlessly on the sofa. I was even angrier now that I had been
deprived of the satisfying sound of a phone crashing against something made
of glass, or wood, or ceramic. I looked around for something else to rip
apart or throw and then realized I was acting like a fool. I braced my hands
against the counter and took deep breaths.
I heard a chime and looked at the clock and realized I had to go pick up
Sam and Debbie. I don't know how I made it to the school in one piece. I
didn't remember any of the trip over.
There were about two hundred kids pouring out of the school as I pulled into
the lot. I searched for the two that belonged to me. I'd always told Sam
to stay by the front door and that I would find her, but she always got caught
up in the melee and ran about like the rest of the misguided. To make matters
worse, all of the little six year olds had face paint on and it was like
trying to tell goldfish apart. Every other little blonde-headed girl had
on a lilac jacket and my eyes were starting to hurt. It was like looking
for Waldo. Suddenly a little hand grabbed the crease in my pants and tugged.
"Daddy," a frowning Sam said, "who are you looking for?"
I looked down at Sam and Debbie's wondering faces and couldn't resist.
"I was looking to see if I could find a couple of better behaved little girls.
I thought I might trade up!"
"Daddeeeee!" Sam intoned. Debbie giggled as she realized I was pulling their
little legs.
We stopped at Carl Jr's on the way home and had a nutritional lunch. I watched
the two little urchins play with their food and gossip about other kids at
school. I suddenly realized I was looking at them as kids and not sex objects.
Thank God that had passed, or maybe it was only because I kept picturing
Leslie with Mr. Plastic Hair. The urge to throw something passed quickly.
The girls stopped showing an interest in their meal so I went about cleaning
them up and putting their jackets back on. I've never understood how if little
kids only eat half of their burgers they can get that much stuff on their
faces. I even found a dollop of catsup on the back of Debbie's ear.
We got back home and the girls ran to Sam's room to play. I told them I'd
be in the den and to not leave the room without coming to tell me. I finally
settled down to do some real work and got wrapped up in what I was doing.
I finally looked at my watch and realized I'd been working for an hour and
a half without being interrupted. I found that strange and got up to check
on the girls.
I walked down the hallway and could hear a low murmur coming from Sam's room.
I figured I'd let sleeping dogs lie and just stood out of sight and listened
for a moment.
"...then he puts his thing in here!" I heard Debbie whisper.
"Ooohhh!" Sam whispered in amazement.
"It really hurt the first time and I cried!" Debbie informed Sam.
"The first time?" Sam asked.
"Yeah, he did it again a couple of times and the last time it felt good!"
"It did?" Sam asked incredulously.
"Yeah! And you know what else?" Debbie said, urging Sam to ask her.
"What?" Sam obliged.
"I've been putting Mr. Banana up there at night and it feels really nice
now."
"Mr. Banana!" Sam giggled.
Mr. Banana was a little plastic banana about eight inches tall and an inch
thick. It had a painted face and little arms that came out about half way
down its banana shaped body and could stand on little feet. Sam had one just
like it.
'My God! She's telling Sam about getting fucked by her father!" I told myself
and pictured little Debbie lying in bed with a big cock stroking in and out
of her. My own cock stirred and rose mightily in my pants. I pushed down
on it, but that only felt good so I left it alone. I was all ears now and
listened intently. I wondered if I should go in there and thus end their
conversation, but I had to know what else they would say.
"You should try it!" Little Debbie urged Sam. "I'll show you!"
I leaned back against the wall and clapped a hand over my mouth. I had almost
let out a loud, "What!" when I heard Debbie make the offer. I heard the rustling
of clothes and waited. About ten seconds later I heard Sam exclaim:
"Oohhhh!"
I couldn't resist, I slowly poked my head around the door frame. Little Debbie
was lying on the floor, wearing only a tee shirt, her hand was pushing Mr.
Banana into her hairless little cunt. I stood transfixed as I watched the
little plastic man slide slowly into her. Sam knelt next to Debbie and watched
on with amazement. Debbie pushed the little man in up to his little arms
and then slowly pulled him back out. She repeated the process with quiet
deliberation. Mr. Banana had an easier time getting into Debbie now and he
started going in and out a little faster. Soon, the lucky little bastard
was rushing in and out without any hindrance whatsoever.
Samantha watched the toy closely. She had stuck a hand into her pants and
I could see it moving about. Little Debbie lay with her eyes fluttering as
she pummeled her cunt. My breathing was coming in gasps now and I suddenly
realized that I was standing there with my cock in my hands. I was stroking
in tempo with Debbie and was imagining it was my cock sliding in and out
of her. I must have groaned loudly because Sam's eyes shot up to the doorway
and she saw me standing there. Her mouth fell open in sudden fear at having
been caught, but then she saw my cock and sat there staring at it instead
of her friend. Debbie kept on doing the horizontal bop with Mr. Banana, unaware
of my presence. Unaware until Sam placed a hand on her chest and shook her.
Debbie opened her eyes and saw Sam looking away. She followed Sam's gaze
and saw me standing there. She gave out a loud gasp and pulled poor abused
Mr. Banana out of her sopping little cunt. She quickly sat up, eyes wide
opened, in anticipation of my wrath. It was then she noticed my swollen cock
and she too stopped to stare at it.
I gave way to my emotions and damned common sense. I walked into the room
and stood in front of both girls with my cock bobbing up and down. A small
strand of precum hung form the head. It slowly stretched and headed for the
floor. Sam scrambled forward and stuck out her tongue. She captured the strand
and followed it up to my cock. I groaned at the erotic sight of my little
cum eater licking up my juices. She put a hand around my cock and slid her
mouth onto it. I groaned loudly as the moist warmth of her small mouth wrapped
itself around my throbbing sexual organ.
Little Debbie moved closer and watched her friend perform.
I let Sam suck on me for a while then I pulled out of her mouth and offered
my cock to Little Debbie. Debbie looked up at me quickly as though to reassure
herself that it was okay and then she took the head of my cock into her mouth.
I felt her tongue play about the head of my cock and savored the feeling.
She pulled her mouth off and holding my cock in her hand she moved it slowly
from one side to the other peering at it closely.
"Your thing is different than my daddy's," she informed me. She slid her
hand up and down the shaft and watched as my foreskin slid part way up the
swollen head of my cock. She smiled and did it again, then again, then again.
It felt good, but I wanted better.
"Put it back in your mouth, sweetie!" I urged her.
She looked back up at me and smiled. She bent forward and returned my cock
to its proper place. She slowly bobbed up and down on my cock. Her tongue
played about the head and she sucked voraciously. Her father had taught her
well. I let her have her way with me for a while and knew if I let her go
on that I would soon be spraying the walls, ceiling, and floor with gobs
of white.
I pulled out of her mouth and knelt down in front of them. I looked at Sam,
who had been rubbing furiously at her crotch, and helped her take her clothes
off.
"Lie back, honey," I told her and then bent down to feast on her cunt. I
placed my hands under her little buns to raise her up and give me better
access. I ran my tongue up and down her slit and she moaned as I brushed
against her sensitive little clit. I drove my tongue into her cunt and worked
at opening it up. I managed to push my tongue into her and she groaned some
more. I returned to her clit and and sucked on it. Her hips were moving around
in little jerks and I had to hold ass cheeks tightly in order to continue.
I focused on her clit and licked and prodded. Her little legs suddenly slammed
shut and she let out a loud keening wail.
"Daddeeeeeeee!"
She let out large gasping breaths and her body spasmed in response to her
orgasm.
Little Debbie knelt next to us and watched wide eyed, breathing harshly through
her mouth. I let Sam down gently and she curled into a little ball with her
hands clasped between her legs. I told Debbie to lie down and she quickly
scrambled into position and thrust her pelvis up at my face.
"My daddy never did that!" She announced in wonderment.
I smiled and lowered my mouth to her little treasure box. I repeated my efforts
with the same results. Debbie wasn't a wailer though and she let out a series
of quiet little "Ohs." Her little body jerked in time with my licks as her
orgasm washed over her and a smile played about her lips. She lay on her
back and sighed contentedly. I looked down at her red and swollen cunt and
couldn't resist. I leaned forward and brought the head of my dick to the
mouth of her cunt.
She looked down at my cock and spread her legs wide. I slowly pushed and
my cock slowly entered her hot, moist cavity. Her cunt had been well used
and she took me in easily. She was very tight and I could feel the walls
of her cunt clutch at my shaft as it slid by. I watched as four inches of
my cock disappeared into her obscenely stretched cunt. I was amazed that
it went in without more trouble. Even though I was in her it still looked
like I was too big. I slowly pulled out and my glistening cock shaft slowly
appeared. Her inner lips rolled out as I pulled out and it looked like a
little mouth was sucking on my cock. I pushed slowly back in and then out
again. I started pumping faster and soon had a nice rhythm going. I caught
a motion and looked to find Sam had risen to her knees and was watching my
cock go in and out of her little friend's cunt. Sam sought out Mr. Banana
and slowly lowered herself onto it
The plastic toy quickly reached her hymen and she grimaced at the discomfort.
She looked up at me pleadingly and I stopped porking Little Debbie. She moaned
at the loss of my cock as I took it out of her and looked up to see what
I was doing.
I moved over to Sam and she quickly lie back and spread her legs. She looked
over at Debbie with a gleam in her eye and smiled. I slowly lowered myself
and placed my cock at the entrance to her virgin cunt.
"This may hurt, sweetie!" I informed her.
She swallowed and nodded her head. I pushed slowly and the head of my cock
popped in and came up against a barrier. I slowly pushed the head back and
forth to loosen her. I leaned on one hand and brought my other to her cunt.
I rubbed my moistened thumb against her clit and soon she was moaning loudly.
I kept pulling in and out of her and would push a little harder every time.
I waited and timed it so that she was cuming when I gave the crucial push.
Her hymen resisted for a moment and then gave way easily. I stopped pushing
quickly so as not to cause her too much pain, but she didn't even seem to
notice as she was rocked by her orgasm. Her only reaction had been a sharp
gasp.
I resumed my slow rocking and was soon fucking most of my cock in and out
of her. The tight feeling was amazing and my cum boiled up and out of me.
She was so tight that I felt the cum splash against the walls of her cunt.
I moaned loudly as I shot strand after strand into her. My arms felt weak
and my body shook. I couldn't hold myself up and slowly collapsed on top
of her.
Debbie giggled at the sight and soon Sam complained about the weight.
"Daddeee! Your heavy!"
It must be a genetic thing. I rolled over and my cock pulled out of her sopping
cunt. It lie plastered against my thigh. I sighed and closed my eyes. I must
have dozed off for a moment because the next thing I knew I was being awakened
by a warm wetness wrapping itself around my flaccid cock. I looked down quickly
and found Sam and Debbie wiping off my cock with a wet face cloth. They giggled
as my cock responded to their ministrations. They finished and my cock stood
up proud and clean. The girls giggled some more and then Debbie grabbed hold
of it and lowered her mouth to it again.
I didn't know if I could do this again and whispered, "My God!"
Debbie giggled and pulled her mouth off me long enough to tell Sam that that
was the same thing her father said.
She returned to sucking my cock and soon I was awash in pleasure. Debbie
handed off to Sam and quietly watched Sam practice her technique. I enjoyed
both and would have given them high marks in the sexual olympics.
Debbie then informed Sam that it was her turn and she straddled my body.
I watched as she grasped my cock and aimed it at her small opening. She pressed
down on me and I slowly disappeared into her. I could still see light between
her and I when she stopped and pulled up. She slid back down and struck bottom.
She slowly stoked up and down until she got used to my size and then started
banging away. She couldn't get all of me inside of her so when she stroked
down my cock would bend at different angles. It was a mixture of pleasure
and discomfort, but I let her continue. Soon, her mouth was wide open and
she was breathing loudly. Her eyes had a glazed look about them and her tongue
kept poking out and moistening her lips. She went on for a goodly while and
then she started 'oohing' quietly again as she slowed and finally held herself
impaled on my hard cock. She pulled off and knelt next to me with a dreamy
smile on her face.
I was close to coming so I reached down and started stroking. I closed my
eyes in anticipation and suddenly felt a little hand grab hold above mine.
I opened my eyes and saw Sam staring intently at my cock as she helped me.
I let go and she looked at me and smiled. She continued stroking for awhile
and then the precocious little thing bent over and took me into her mouth.
I moaned loudly and pushed my pelvis up driving my cock deeper than she had
anticipated. She gagged and coughed and said:
"Daddeeee!"
"I'm sorry, sweetie," I consoled her, "I won't do it again."
She gave me a side long glance and bent back down to her task. She was learning
quickly and each time was getting better. Her warm mouth slid up and down
my cock in its hungry search of cum. I didn't want to disappoint her. I warned
her that I was coming and she slowed as the first gobs spewed into her mouth.
Once again, this being my second load, she had no problem taking all of it
into her mouth. She swallowed, but some oozed out and ran down my shaft and
onto her hand. I had both hands on top of her head as I held it in place,
stopping her from pulling away too soon. As the last vestiges of pleasure
washed away I let her go and she sat up and smiled at me with her glazed
chin.
I sat up and pulled both girls into my arms and hugged them tightly. I figured
I'd be going to prison now and this would be the last chance I got to hold
either of them. They put up with my affection for a moment and then Sam said
she was hungry. I glanced at my watch and realized that it was five o'clock
and one of Debbie's parents would be arriving soon. I told the girls to hurry
and we all put ourselves together. I looked down and found a large wet spot
at my crotch and reminded myself to take off my pants the next time I fucked
someone. I went to my room and changed into sweats.
I found the girls in the bathroom washing their faces. I told them to brush
their teeth and went to put together a meal.
The phone rang and I had to walk all the way to the bedroom to find a working
phone. I picked it up and found Debbie's mom on the other end. She had a
strange tone to her voice and I wondered if mother's intuition worked at
a distance. But, I soon realized that the quality of her voice was more a
hesitation as she told me that both she and her husband were running late
and would it be okay. I realized she was still stinging from our conversation
of the morning and I told her that it was fine. I told her I was about to
fix dinner and that I would feed Debbie also and then, if she didn't mind,
I would walk her home
We had a pleasant meal of tomato soup and peanut butter sandwiches. The girls
both sported red mustaches and brown smiles as we sat and talked about the
zoo and school and fucking. The talk about fucking pretty much revolved around
keeping secrets from mommies, daddies, and pretty much everyone else in the
world. Both girls agreed that that would be best, but I figured I should
keep a packed suitcase in the back of my car and should also look into opening
an account in the Grand Cayman Islands
We ate slowly amidst much giggling and story telling. I kept steering the
conversation away form sex, hoping that they didn't get so used to talking
about it that they wouldn't accidentally say something when they were with
someone else.
At seven I had the girls put on their jackets and I grabbed Debbie's little
back pack. We slowly ambled down the street and walked up to Debbie's house.
I knocked and her father opened the door. He thanked me profusely for taking
such good care of his daughter. I was glad his porch light was burnt out
because I knew I was blushing. The girls screamed their goodbyes and Sam
and I wended our way back home.
When we arrived, Lelsie's car was in the driveway. We walked into the house
and found Leslie standing in the kitchen. The broken phone lie on the kitchen
table and she had a drink in her hand. I stared at her and she looked back
pleadingly. I took my keys off the hook and walked back out the door. The
last thing I heard was Sam asking where I was going. I got into my car and
drove away
Finit
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