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Two of Hurricane Katrina's Little Evacuees - Chapter 5

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Being an experienced independent relief-support volunteer and licensed
radio operator, I thought I was prepared for anything.  Two little black
girls orphaned as a result of Hurricane Katrina weren't on any of my
lists to be ready for, but were lovingly taken care of when I was
offered their future.  That future drove us closer together and me
further into dangerous ground that men my age usually went to jail for
despoiling.

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Continued from Chapter 4

It seemed like only yesterday when my girls claimed their own rooms for
the first time and made my house a real home.  With her older sister
already sleeping tight to my body, that was the first night my youngest
little girl, Shay, chose to relinquish the comfort of her own bed and
snuggled into my body just after four in the morning.

It was hard to imagine almost a month had gone by since that night.
Standing alone at the curb on a typical Monday morning as I watched them
walking toward the entrance of their second week in school filled me
with a combination of pride and sadness.  It seemed strange to see
clothes on them, but I did my best to dress them in perfectly acceptable
and stylish little girl garments that lots of the other little girls
were seen in.  Their slightly fuller and healthier bodies looked much
more alive than when I first saw them in New Orleans.  Without a care in
the world they began to merge into the throng of small squealing and
laughing children and disappeared beyond the double doors toward a
normal life and a much needed education.

In spite of my desire to keep them naked and ignorant in my home until
they were old enough to have my babies, I had to think beyond my cock
and balls and give them something they might never have had if their
mother sold them to some pimp or snuff vendor.  Just the thought of them
suffering in New Orleans made me feel uneasy about how many other little
children might still be there, or worse, might have died at the hands of
some disgusting pervert for the right price.

My life had changed so much since I left Del Rio and drove to New
Orleans to help out during the Katrina disaster.  What was once my
modest solitude and a comfortable quiet life had become nights of
intense heat from their naturally tanned bare bodies with me in bed, the
joy I received from the wondrous smiles on their faces when they saw
something interesting for the first time, a sense of happiness as I
chased two squealing little brown bodies and hurried them to get ready
for school, and then the torture of near absolute silence when my two
and another hundred little children were beyond the protection of the
sturdy walls of their place of learning.

I actually felt myself get choked up as I got back into my car and tried
to figure out what I was going to do with all my free time until they
came running toward me at 3:25 that afternoon.  The phone ringing in my
shirt pocket actually startled me out of a waking stupor.

<Ring>

"Hello?"

"Kevin?"

"Sarah!  What's up, girlfriend?"

"You better be careful using such intimate words, Dear Boy, 'cause I
might just get the idea that you're gonna man-up and make good on a
promise that I've been hoping to get from you."

"What?  Who ME???"

"Yeah ... I didn't figure you'd be so easy to corral and hog-tie."

Rather than prolong the telephone torture I decided to bring us both
back to ground zero and talk in a more boring tone.

"What's up, Sarah?"

"You got any plans for lunch, Kevin?"

"No I don't.  I just dropped the girls off at school and will be staying
in town until they come screaming back through the doors.  What has your
dirty little legal mind got cooked up for me?"

She remained quiet for a few seconds and then softly responded.

"Can we talk for a little bit, Kev?"

For Sarah to timidly call me 'Kev' meant that she wanted to chat about
something other than business law or personal legal affairs.  In a soft
and cordial tone that nearly matched hers I tried to sound as gentle as
I ever had, in spite of our previously comfortable and very relaxed
friendship in school.

"Sure, Sarah.  What time do I come by to see you?"

The silence on the phone told me more than anything she could have said.
That was my cue to try reading between the phone lines and take on a
much more dominant role in our new friendship.  I hadn't anticipated my
own voice taking on quite the confident demeanor she'd heard when I was
a young lad of sixteen or seventeen and trying to coax her out of her
panties.

"I'll be right over, Sarah."

"Thanks, Kev."

By the time I got to her office I was more afraid than when I found my
hand being filled with a shocked and dazed little black girl's small
appendage in New Orleans.

Sarah was dressed in her typically professional attire, but for some
reason she looked much more inviting and sexy with a long split along
her full left thigh in her knee-length skirt.  Sarah always had the legs
of a dancer, and when we dated informally back in high school I got to
see what those legs looked like fairly well up under her damned skirts.
But to her credit she never let me see much more than a quick flash of
panties or possibly her caramel-tanned body sporting a nice bikini.

"Wow, Sarah!  You planning on seeing a bunch of horny old judges this
afternoon?"

"No ... just somebody who needs to ask me something."

I genuinely missed it and let it go right on by like a train going by
the station at full speed without stopping.

"What's on your mind, or should I say tummy for lunch?"

"Well ... I know this cute little Mexican restaurant that has really
good personal service and caters to unwed fathers."

My clueless stare into her eyes must have given her the impression that
I was intentionally being evasive.  My silence proved that I really
didn't know what she was talking about.

"Oh, good gosh, Kevin!  You can't be THAT dumb, can you?"

"Come on, Sarah.  It's only 9:15 in the morning.  I thought the hint for
lunch was a genuine albeit early one.  I guess I can put my knife and
fork down for a little bit, huh?"

"Would you mind if we drove around town for a little bit while we talk?
We can find a nice place to eat around 11:30 or so, before the real
crowds make our visit uncomfortable."

Driving around Del Rio for two hours seemed a rather strange way of
either avoiding something important or making a painful discussion last
far too long.  Our fare city wasn't quite big enough to take more than
twenty minutes from the eastern end on Highway 90 where the entrance of
Laughlin Air Force Base was, to the north side outbound on Highway 277
toward my place.

Well ... if she wanted to ride in my comfortable sedan, then a few
gallons of gas wouldn't cost that much.  After I unclipped and relocated
the girls' child safety seats to the trunk I helped Sarah into my car.
Neither of us said anything for a while, and I did my best to portray a
young man who was interested in something other than undressing his date
without her parents finding out after it got dark.  It also didn't take
that long for us to be embroiled in the dense traffic of central Del
Rio.  The sight of two small Mexican girls walking toward one of the
local grocery stores holding hands caused Sarah to say her first words.

"Slow down, Kevin.  I know these girls."

"Sure."

Moments after my car stopped alongside the older girl's left side Sarah
drew her window down and spoke in a very comfortable manner that I'd
heard for years.  Her 'Tex_Mex' Spanish was communicated with just
enough English for me to get a general idea of her conversation.

"Hey, Girls!  Why aren't you in school?"

"OH!  Hi, Sarita (Little Sarah).  Grandma Estella is sick and we needed
to go get her some medicine from the local market."

"Maria-Elena ... you could have gotten Estella what she needed after
school.  Why don't you and your cousin Lupita get in so we can get her
things, and then Kevin and I will take you back to school?"

"But what about Grandma Estella?"

"We'll take her what she needs ... now, come on.  Get in."

It wasn't until both girls were sitting in the back seat that we
recognized each other, two of the same lovely dozen Latin nude water
faeries who'd played with my little sprites at San Felipe Springs.
Rather than appear embarrassed about my having seen them playing naked
in the cool clear water both of them beamed huge smiles at me.  Since
they didn't say anything it was imperative that I not give Sarah any
chances to gain ground, because she was already doing her best to land
her hooks into my ass and might ruin the life that I was building with
Kay and Shay.  I'd heard Lupita's name before and now had the other
girl's name as well, Maria-Elena.  Even dressed they looked precious.

"Hi, Girls.  Remember me?"

"Uh huh!  You're Kalitha and Shalaya's daddy, right?"

"That's right ... my name is Kevin Lacandrew.  You can call me Kevin."

"Thanks for the ride, Kevin."  "Yeah ... thanks."

"You're welcome, Girls."

Sarah turned to face me and gave me a look like, "How the Hell do you
know these girls, you dirty pervert?"  so I knew to steal her thunder
and surrender the information before any more time elapsed.

"Sarah, we met at San Felipe Springs when I took my girls there for an
afternoon walk through the park.  When Kay and Shay saw Maria-Elena and
Lupita and a bunch of their friends playing in the water, I was asked by
my two if they could also jump in for an impromptu swim."

The instant I saw a lewd grin on Sarah's face I knew she didn't have to
refer to any of her law books to conclude that I was promoting my little
girls to run around in the nude on public property.  Besides a harsh
indecency charge Sarah might have also have added child molestation to
the list of my most recent crimes, had she connected the dots between
lots of naked young flesh and my hands.  Her suspicious tone didn't make
me feel any better, but her smile kinda diffused my chances of getting
thrown in jail before I needed to pick my girls up at school.

"Swimming, huh?  And your girls just happened to be wearing their swim
suits that afternoon, right Kevin?"

"Uhhh, no.  I let them shuck their clothes and just play in the clear
water of San Felipe Springs 'au natural', just like all the other little
girls who were doing the same thing."

"Anybody catch your two free-spirits or those two back there?"

"Yeah.  There was this older white woman that got upset and made all the
girls get out and put their clothes on."

"All the girls, Kevin?  Are you saying your two and our naughty little
hitch-hikers in your back seat weren't the only ones?"

Sarah was good at legal investigative work and I could tell why.  Before
I heard the bailiff remind me that I was under oath and required to
answer every one of her questions honestly and without delay Maria-Elena
decided to pipe in.

"It's no big deal, Sarita.  Me and my other cousins and friends go
skinny dipping there all the time.  Nobody says anything ... most of
the time."

Sarah spun in her seat part way and looked into each girl's eyes and
then broke out into a huge grin.

"You little white-winged doves are gonna get into trouble if you keep
doing that.  Ever since your Uncle Mario coaxed you into ... "

She quickly twisted in her seat, looked at me, and stopped saying
anything further for a few seconds.  The tension began building with
each second that passed, and it was obvious she didn't want to afford me
any sense of superiority when she turned forward and kept her eyes
toward her lap.  When she started speaking, her tone was a bit more
somber, but she didn't turn around to face the girls in the back, or to
her left to look at me.

"You need to be careful, Girls.  There are lots of bad people who like
to look for little girls running around naked so they could kidnap them.
Be more careful, okay?"

Maria-Elena got the hint and sounded as if she'd just been scolded.

"Okay, Sarita.  Next time we'll only go with someone like Kevin."

Talk about surprised!  Sure, I could be counted on if my presence was
required, but that might give Sarah just cause to have me charged with
lewd intentions toward underage girls.  Maria-Elena then confirmed I'd
be wearing a TCJS orange uniform after lost my court case.

"We know he doesn't mind if we go skinny dipping and he's also nice and
watches out for us.  He'll protect us if he brings his girls for another
swim.  Is that okay?"

Sarah's deep crimson blush told me more than I could have imagined, but
it was communicated in a language that was very foreign to me.  Her
embarrassment might have been because of her allowing the girls to
frolic in the park naked, or maybe because she'd also done the same sort
of thing without anyone's knowledge.  It made me wonder if she might
still be willing to strip her clothes off and dance in the water with
nobody around to complain, possibly just for my benefit.

Before I could ask any confirmation questions we arrived at their local
grocery market.  After we all piled out of my car the girls each claimed
one of Sarah's hands and led her inside.  It looked nice to see how
easily they accepted my former high school classmate as a friend.

I had a lot more to learn than I imagined.

As they busied themselves with some of the herbs and potions at the back
of the store I stayed focused on some of the delectable pastries in the
bakery section.  I was so tempted I got a baker's dozen of various
goodies that neither Kay nor Shay had ever tried, but would certainly
enjoy.  Just before the plump and dark brown sales associate crumpled
the bag closed I asked her to add some crunchy 'churros', a cinnamon
sugar and caramel-flavored treat that was sure to get my girls hooked on
the local Hispanic culture.

After Sarah carried a bottle of snake oil with a Spanish label on the
front to the checkout lanes I did the same with a large white bag of
dessert treats.  Our purchases were paid for and then the four of us
climbed back into my car headed toward the girls' school.  My first duty
was to make sure they were back safely on school grounds before I asked
Sarah any more questions.  That was easily tended to, the lady behind
the long wooden counter in the school office already shaking her head by
the time Maria-Elena and Lupita's faces were seen as we walked up.

After some qualifying questions about who I was, why I was bringing the
girls to school so late, who Sarah was, and if she was my wife, I got a
look from my older rider that was a nonverbal expression of "See?  Even
that lady agrees with me!"  I signed myself in and out of the new school
visitor log, showed the grumpy older woman my driver's license, and then
led Sarah toward the same doors we'd entered.  In ten minutes we were at
my younger riders' grandmother's house.

"Stay here, Kevin.  Estella can be a bit much if she doesn't know you."

Rather than question her I let Sarah step out of the car with her small
purchase and watched her full and inviting ass jiggle as she sauntered
down the short sidewalk.  Even when she was walking away I could tell
she knew I was looking and interested, her exaggerated hip movements
causing her skirt to snap against the back of her luscious thighs.  Had
it not been for Kay and Shay I might never have seen Sarah unless I
found my ass in court for some reason.  It made me wonder why I hadn't
tried to hunt her down after my wife died.

About ten minutes after we arrived I saw a withered prune of an old
Mexican lady being led by Sarah out of the small house, the older
woman's scowl indicative of either intense anger or a week long bout of
constipation.  The moment I realized both of them were walking toward me
and saw a large black purse in Grandma Estella's possession I knew my
time before my own girls got out of school would be occupied.

Acting as the perfect chauffeur I immediately launched myself out of the
driver seat, jogged around to the passenger side, and opened the back
door so they could both climb in.  When my riders were close enough to
me and my car I found my left arm claimed by the intense grip of a woman
who was far stronger than she appeared.  What she said next took me
right off my feet.

"Sarita, why haven't you brought this nice man some of your home-made
tortillas?  He looks like he needs a good home-cooked meal, poor thing!"

Sarah's smile and crimson blush seemed so comfortable on her.  The older
woman was helped into my car and my services required to assist my legal
companion inside on the other side of my ride.  Rather than appear
provocative Sarah did her best to tuck her skirt under her plump thighs
and kept her knees together, my attempt to sneak a peek lost when she
glared at me.

They both instantly settled into a conversation completely dominated by
Spanish, Sarah providing only enough information for me to make my way a
couple of miles further so Estella could visit a friend at her house.
Rather than keep my place inside the car, as all good chauffeurs are
supposed to, I was invited inside yet another older woman's house as
soon as I helped Estella up and out from the back seat of her coach.  I
didn't think it was Sarah's intention to drag me along with her as
Estella kept a tight grip on my right arm, but I didn't have any
intention to be rude and pretend I had anywhere else to go until later
that afternoon.

By the time my ass was parked onto a very old but incredibly comfortable
couch my hands were filled with a cup of strong coffee and some REAL
home-made pastries.  I knew the stuff from the grocery store would be
good, but the sweet 'powdered bread' cookies (pan-de-polvo) I sampled
literally melted in my mouth.  I almost wanted to talk the older woman
into going into the pastry business after I caught my breath.

For the next half hour all three of them jabbered and rambled in Spanish
and kept looking at me, their smiles, cute giggles, and bold statements
regarding my 'availability' making me feel incredibly uncomfortable.  I
knew Sarah had her sights on me before she called that morning, but I
had no idea she was going to use every weapon in her arsenal to break me
down.  I barely got out of Estella's house after dropping her off just
before lunch without having to drop to one knee and propose to my
one-time former high school girl friend.

"You really had that planned well, Sarah.  I have to admit Maria-Elena
and Lupita really timed their adventure from school well."

"KEVIN!  I didn't plan any of that!"

Her voice sounded sincere, but the smile on her face told me a
completely different story.  I didn't hold it against her, because I
knew full well that she was only taking advantage of every opportunity
as it came up.  It appeared each and every circumstance we were seen
together might result in the same sort of situation, with me being
encouraged to do the honorable thing and just marry the lady.

Lunch was yet another small adventure, a nice older house in the middle
of a residential neighborhood surrounded by dozens of work trucks, nice
luxury cars, and even a few bicycles.  It was like a madhouse inside
with enough people waiting for a table or even a spot at the kitchen
counter to make the local fire marshal take notice.  The fact that I saw
a local fire team sitting around a small table with their mouths full
confirmed the fire marshal probably ate there too.

The wait might have seemed interminable and the aroma that wafted around
our heads made our tummies grumble uncomfortably, but once I slipped a
full fork of food into my mouth I knew the delay was worth it.  Without
having to say a word Sarah could tell by my expression that I'd be back.
Rather than be rude, as soon as the last of our food disappeared and the
final tortilla was snagged from the cloth-covered ceramic bowl we both
rose, I paid the bill, and made room for the next patron.  What a meal!

Acting as the gentleman I'd always been with Sarah I unlocked and opened
her door to my car first, her reaction a broad smile, a wink, and then
something that took me by surprise.  As she stepped in and before her
right leg came up off the ground she intentionally tugged the hem of her
skirt up slightly, splay her left leg a bit further away from her right
than I might have expected, and gave me a nice panty shot.  The funny
thing was, she was looking right at me and grinning like an opossum at
the same moment I was staring between her full thighs.

When I realized she'd assumed a comfortable spot on the passenger seat
of my car I then watched as she tugged the bottom of her skirt out from
under a majority of her sexy thighs, crossed her right leg very high
over her left to show off a generous portion of her sexy lower limb to
me, made certain her skirt was much shorter than it might normally be in
public, and then softly uttered three words to confirm that she was in
complete control of the situation.

"Thank you, Kev."

I actually stood there for a few seconds and ogled her incredibly sexy
thigh as she pretended to check her lipstick in the rear-view mirror and
leaned to her left so I could see even more of her bare leg.  She was
thoroughly enjoying the opportunity to draw my attention away from any
or everything around me and focus all of my energies onto the softness
of her bare thigh.  For a few seconds I actually wanted to walk around
the still open door, kneel down beside the car, and fondle her naturally
tanned treasure for about five minutes.

It took me a few moments to collect my thoughts, close her door, and
make my way around the other side of my car.  Along the way I had to
adjust my pants because of how hard my cock was.  Once I was in the car
and buckled safely inside Sarah used an incredibly soft and sexy voice
that reminded me of an informal date that we'd been on years before.

"Kevin?"

"Uh huh?"

"Do you think I've gained a lot of weight since high school?"

"Uh ... pardon?"

"Well ... you haven't looked at me quite like that since I was getting
into your car as a sophomore in high school.  Back then you were doing
your best to get all my clothes off and climb into my panties face
first, even though I told you that my folks wouldn't allow me to let any
guy defile my body before he married me.  I'm not nearly the slender and
hot little sixteen year old I was back then, and I was wondering if you
still thought I looked sexy enough to stare at if I let you see my legs.
So ... even though I've kind of ... you know ... gotten older and
stuff, do you think I've kinda let myself go and gotten fat?"

I had to actually turn to look at her again, this time her left leg
crossed over her right as high as she could get it.  She looked a little
uncomfortable sitting with so much of her left thigh exposed, because of
the obvious and unusual manner in which she crossed her legs.  But there
was an open need in my more mature rider to hear that she was still very
attractive.

"Uh ... NO, Sarah.  You still look good enough to eat ... I mean,
you're still very attractive."

Her broad and uninhibited smile told me everything I needed to know
about the pleasure she received from my compliment.  Of all the women in
my life Sarah was one of those who I might have wanted as a teen, but
knew better than to wait until she grew brave enough let me 'partake'.

Within the comfortable and relatively safe confines of my car she then
let me see much more of her in the light of day than she ever did when I
was allowed to escort her to the movies at sixteen.

"Kevin?"

Her voice broke the haze of lust that clouded my brain, my head twisted
toward her, my eyes locked onto her bare lower limb, and her left thigh
so full and sexy I genuinely wanted to reach to my right and caress her
bare skin with at least one hand.  The smartest thing for me to do was
to play dumb, of at least let her think I was playing, and wait until I
had received permission to do more than just look.

"Yeah?"

"Thank you, Sweetheart?"

"Thank me?  For what, Sarah?"

"For wanting to rip my clothes off like you hungered to when I was
sixteen.  I hope you realize just how good it makes me feel to know that
my legs are still pretty enough to get your attention."

"Sarah ... your legs have ALWAYS been enough to get my attention.  I
was a complete brainless idiot when you let me see a little bit of your
legs back then, even if your dad and mom tried their best to convince
you that all I wanted was to have sex with you and get you pregnant.  I
hope you knew I just wanted to look at and touch you a little bit back
then.  I would have gladly taken you to bed if you'd have let me, but I
was also willing to just enjoy how sexy you looked if you'd let me."

"So ... do you still like to just look?"

"Yes I do!"

"And if I let you look as much as you wanted to, you'd still be willing
to keep your hands to yourself?"

"If that's what you wanted me to do -- yes!"

Moments later I watched as an attorney looked around the area for a few
seconds and then hiked her skirt all the way to her waist.  As I feasted
my gaze upon a small patch of her tiny white panties, incredibly sexy
hips, legs, and a small portion of her pantied cunny, she kept her head
on a swivel to make certain nobody would see what I could.  She let me
look far longer than she ever had in high school, even growing bold
enough to uncross her left leg and splay her thighs apart so I could see
the whole of her body to the seat of my car.

"Do I look nice, Kevin?"

"Mmmmmm!  You look so sexy, My Angel.  So sexy!"

"And you'll keep your hands to yourself if I keep my skirt pulled up?"

"Sweetie ... if you're willing to show off that much I'll find a nice
place for us to park just so I can stare at you until the girls get out
of school."

Moments after I finished speaking I knew a perfect spot to do just that,
a long vacant parking lot where people left their cars with 'for sale'
signs in them and plenty of room to see if someone were to walk up for a
peek inside my ride.  Neither of us said a word after I started my car
and headed off to my not-so-secret hideaway.

Bringing the girls into our conversation was the wrong thing for Sarah
to do.

"Tell me about your girls, Kevin.  How are the three of you doing?"

That was my cue to shift my face to the right slightly, keep my eyes
from her sexy bare legs, the flash of bright white that captivated my
interest, and then look directly into her piercing eyes.

"We're doing well, Sarah.  The girls love my place and have gotten
adjusted to life with me far quicker than I imagined."

It might have been difficult to drive with her showing off so much, but
I was bound and determined to keep my composure.

"What's it like to take care of two little girls, Kevin?  Are you having
any trouble with them?"

"Not at all!  They're far more amenable and well-mannered than I thought
they might be, especially from the environment they came from.  To be
honest they've been so good I've gotten used to them much more quickly
than I anticipated."

"Have you re-adjusted to the role of fatherhood easily?"

"Yes I have.  I might have expected taking care of two little black
girls as a monumental feat, primarily because of my ignorance of their
race or what kind of living conditions they came from.  But I've never
felt uneasy or uncomfortable with them at all.  In fact, it really is as
if they've lived with me from the time they were born."

She then began to ask the kind of questions that I knew would spell the
end of any desire I might have to be intimate with Sarah.  She could ask
me questions as a friend, but when the tone of her queries began to
sound more like an attorney I grew suspicious.

"What's it like to have to undress, bathe, dress, and tend to your
girls, Kevin?  Isn't it unusual to have little girls around all the time
running through the house only in their panties or maybe even naked?"

When I came to stop at a traffic signal I had to look deep into her eyes
so I could try to discern where her line of questioning was headed.  In
spite of my visual acuity I wasn't able to see anything beyond the
magical glow of her penetrating gaze.  I didn't want to sound combative,
but she was pushing me into a corner.

"You make it sound as if I'm forcing my girls to prance around like a
couple of little vixens, Sarah.  Although they're living in a completely
secluded environment and have free rein to frolic anywhere they want to
without any concern for what they're wearing, I'm not about to force
them to do things that would jeopardize their safety or well-being."

Even though her questions weren't overtly suspicious or potentially
damaging I began to feel increasing uneasiness, as if she was preparing
me for some bad news.  She must have realized I was beginning to get
defensive, because she grabbed my right hand, pulled it with hers onto
her left knee, and gently held my appendage palm down tightly to her
bare thigh.

"I'm not suggesting that you're pimping your little girls out, Kevin,
but I am kinda curious about how you've dealt with going from a life of
solitary confinement as a bachelor to being a daddy of two little black
girls literally overnight."

The softness and intended sincerity stole the majority of my worry, and
I let her diffuse the tension through the use of her dark brown thigh.

"Sorry, Sarah.  I guess I'm a little suspicious of anyone interested in
me or my girls, particularly because of our racial differences."

The way she kept shifting my hand up and down her leg I knew my focus
was going to be lost, and I acted just as predictably as any man might
when his hands are able to freely enjoy the softness of a woman's silken
limb.  I almost didn't notice her asking another question after I
started us moving forward again.

"Are the girls adjusting to their new home?"

"Yes they are.  They love their new bedrooms, have repeatedly thanked me
for their new environment and a safe place to stay."

"What are their meal requirements like?  Have you had to change your
routine very much?"

I had no idea where Sarah was going with her line of questioning, but it
certainly didn't sound as if she was trying to get me thrown in jail for
molesting my girls.  The fact that she couldn't prove I had made me feel
a little better, but I still wanted to keep my guard up.

"No, they pretty much accept everything that I've cooked and served.
Sure, I'm no five star chef, but the frozen veggies, grilled meats,
sandwiches, spaghetti, and pizza seem to have tickled their taste buds
as easily as their tummies.  They haven't asked for anything yet, but
I'm sure they will at some time."

"Are they okay after having suffered through the trauma of Katrina?  Do
they miss their former home?"

"Actually, they've never seemed the least interested or talked about
where they came from or how they used to live.  The only unusual thing
was when I invited them into my indoor pool, because they were always
told by their mother that they'd get sick if they played in any standing
water or mud puddles.  Once I showed them that my pool was essentially a
larger version of a bathtub, just without the soap and shampoo, they
easily and quickly became accustomed to swimming with me."

"Are they having any nightmares?"

"No, they aren't."

It was then that I realized my right hand wasn't nearly as motionless as
it was when she first claimed it.  As I answered her last question my
fingers were stroking up and down along the inside of her left thigh
less than an inch from her pussy and I was cupping and fondling her
satiny flesh.  I might have even slipped my fingers much further up her
leg and tried to steal a little panty grab, but kept my antics just far
enough away from her hips so she didn't freak out like she might have
when she was just sixteen.  When she asked her next question I
responded, but left my answer vague.

"Are they sleeping okay?"

"Yes they are."

Sarah was very creative as each question was asked, a motive hidden
behind her carefully guided conversation, but my somewhat distracted
mind unable to discern what it was.  She then dumped a lit stick of
dynamite in my lap and watched me as my fingers touched her pantied pud
for the first time.

"Kevin ... I'm surprised you so easily assumed you could adopt two
orphaned little black girls from Louisiana without any more than a few
papers being signed.  You do realize that most of the paperwork I had
you fill out will be easily challenged if anyone finds out, don't you?"

Just as I was about to slip my hand more completely around her left
thigh and tuck my digits between her legs I pulled into the parking lot
I'd driven toward, put my car in park, and shut it off.

In the near silence of our new visiting spot I looked at Sarah with
utter disbelief in my eyes.  How could she ask me that kind of question,
or insinuate that 'someone' might spill the beans about my having
potentially illegally rescued two orphans during a huge natural
disaster?  I couldn't say a word as I stared at her and withdrew my hand
from her leg.

For the first time since I'd selfishly accepted responsibility for Kay
and Shay I felt a real sense of guilt and uneasiness.  But what struck
me more completely was Sarah's choice to let me think I might be able to
give my two wounded cygnets a nice home to live in until they were old
enough to fend for themselves.  It was my own foolishness and naiveté
that was to blame, because it was a stupid idea to believe my two newly
adopted, or more accurately, falsely adopted daughters would be allowed
to remain with a man who wasn't married, wasn't the girls' race, nor had
received the proper and complete acceptance of their responsibility and
future by the State of Louisiana.

After I turned to my left and tried to disappear through the driver door
window glass, Sarah pulled my right hand back toward her, but not onto
her bare leg as she did before.

"Kevin ... please tell me that you genuinely understood that adoptions
take a lot of time and tons of paperwork.  You're not naive enough to
think that you could have just brought them to Texas without anyone
saying anything, are you?"

My silence must have told her what she needed to hear, because she
didn't wait long to continue.

"When child protection and adoption agencies are asked by a prospective
parent for permission to claim an orphan, they go through exhaustive and
terribly intrusive questions and background checks for months before any
child is released into their care.  I know you told me that their mother
was little more than a drug ho and might have sold her own children to a
slave trader, but that didn't excuse you from doing the right thing when
she left them in your care.  That 'right thing' would have been for you
to release them to the Red Cross or some other agency in New Orleans or
the assistance center in Houston."

I could feel my car begin to close in around me, my breath shallow and
without passion, my body shaking, and the cold clammy feel of death as
it stole my love of life and desire to provide for my girls.  How could
Sarah have let me believe I could have so easily taken responsibility
for my two little orphaned angels?  Why did she put them through such
terribly intrusive questions when she interviewed them?  Why did she
grill me so thoroughly when all she had to do was call the state police
and have them take away the only reason I'd found to live?

So much had happened since I began to break down my telecommunications
rig after having turned over responsibility to the many agencies in New
Orleans, but there was nothing more frightening, exciting, and rewarding
than being a father again to two helpless and vulnerable little black
girls who looked like they needed a break.

How stupid of me.  I felt like a complete and utter fool.  It was as if
I was an immature and naive child all over again, anxious to bring a
stray puppy home and having to dump it at the animal shelter after my
father lambasted me about taking on a level of accountability that I
wasn't prepared for.  I knew what was going to happen to that dirty and
flea-bitten bundle of dark fur, her need to be fed, feel safe, and have
a long life of contentment after I got her washed, dried, and then fed.

My father never came out and confirmed what I suspected, but when I
checked if anyone had adopted that pitiful little puppy a week later I
was told it had to be put down ... euthanized ... killed, because of
all the other healthier puppies and kittens that needed a good home.  I
was angry at my father for months after that, but I never shared what
was rumbling around in my head and heart.

Now Sarah was reminding me of that innocent and harmless desire to make
a better life for two living breathing creatures with a soul, a future,
and an incredible need to have the kind of happy home that they deserved
and I was willing to provide.

"Kevin?"

"Yeah?"

"Please talk to me."

With tears in my eyes hidden from her view because of the way I was
turned I tried to pull it all together as I answered.

"What am I supposed to say, Sarah?  That I should have let the stupid
slut sell her own girls to some child prostitution pimp or disgusting
snuff dealer, knowing full well that Kay and Shay would be abused,
tortured, and eventually killed because they meant nothing to anyone?"

"Come on, Kevin!  You're making it sound as if the relief agencies were
a million miles away from your truck that day.  You know perfectly well
that you could have tried and succeeded in finding the right person and
agency to take care of your girls ... I mean, Kalitha and Shalaya."

"So I guess that means you're gonna call the cops and have them take my
girls away from me, huh?"

"NO!"

"Then ... what are you planning to do?"

"I don't know, Kevin, but you've got to realize that a white single man
taking care of two little black girls just isn't easily accepted.  There
are lots of people who'll look down their noses at you, especially if
there's even a hint of impropriety in your dealings with them."

My face whipped around toward hers with my eyes almost burning her up.

"So ... now I'm a pedophile, huh?"

That's when the truth seemed like an impossible idea, something that
would either get me killed or make Sarah laugh at me for insinuating it.
Before she had time to answer I threw something right into her face.

"Alright!  You wanna know what I've been doing with my little orphaned
girls, Sarah?  I'll tell you!  Since the first day they were with me
I've had my hands in their panties and have hungered to sex them until
they're old enough to bear my children.  After I got them home I've been
having nightly vaginal sex with the eight year old, have sodomized the
six year old, and they both love it and eagerly climb into my bed
whenever they want.  They're nothing more than my little black underage
sex kittens, and I was planning on keeping them naked and horny until
they found out I was nothing more than some pervert their drug-whore
mother was considering selling them to.  The fact that I didn't have to
pay for them was my good fortune.  Is that what you wanted to hear?  Are
you satisfied now?"

Her face went five shades lighter and her eyes were bigger than I'd ever
remembered, even after I told her that I was going to be seeing another
girl ... a white girl, if she didn't think I was worthy of her race.

"Kevin ... I, uhhh ... "

"What?  Had no idea that I'm so fucking lonely that I'd settle on
coaxing two little orphans to be my children, or possibly that I'm
nothing more than a sex-starved maniac who's needed a willing woman to
satisfy my needs like my wife used to?"

Like most women I'd known since my wife died, Sarah then turned the
conversation toward her.

"Why didn't you call me, Kevin?  Why did you choose to remain alone way
out there in the desert?  I would have been happy to be your girlfriend
or even your wife if you'd have let me."

Talk about surprises, but she must have conveniently forgotten what
happened when I was thinking along similar lines when I was but a young
lad of sixteen or seventeen.

"Come on, Sarah!  Your folks didn't like me very much when we were
friends in high school, not because I was some gang member or young
troublemaker, but because I'm white and you're Hispanic.  Please don't
think for a minute that I couldn't tell your family had no desire to
include a white boy in your 'clan'.  It might have been okay for me to
take you to the football game or to the movies, but when I got the least
bit interested in you on a very romantic level your father just happened
to catch me walking away from your front door and promptly told me that
I was to keep my amorous ambitions toward the girls on the 'other' side
of town."

"No he didn't, Kevin!  He just didn't want you to get me pregnant,
that's all."

"Then why did he casually drop the hint that I needed to go date a white
girl instead of someone from your side of town?"

"He ... he ... my Daddy wouldn't have done that intentionally.  All he
was doing was protecting me."

"So ... you're willing to admit that he DID want to keep us apart,
especially if I had feelings of love toward you, right?"

"You ... you loved me, Kevin?"

"Yes I did, Sarah.  I fell in love with you the moment I laid eyes on
you.  What you never knew was how I tried for years to figure out a way
to be near you, but I didn't speak Spanish fluently and couldn't worm my
way into any of your school activities.  The way your mom and dad kept
you busy I'm surprised you had time to breathe."

"When did you first see me?"

"In eighth grade."

"EIGHTH?!  Come on, you couldn't have ... I didn't know you'd ... I
can't believe you even CARED about me, Kevin!"

"And that's just the way your father wanted it.  Once I realized I was
no longer a 'player' and couldn't pursue you, I had to focus on the
girls who'd be accepted if I courted them in public.  It wasn't until
late in our senior year that I found the girl who'd be my wife.  When I
met her I was in love, but not like I was with you before I found her."

"My gosh, Kevin!  After all this time!"

"You wouldn't have known about it for the rest of your life if you
hadn't forced it out of me, Sarah.  But I have to admit that I was a
little surprised the way Gramma Estella and her friend acted today.  I'd
have thought they were expecting me to get down on bended knee and
propose to you before the day was out.  Damn, you ladies really know how
to embarrass a guy."

"Well, to be honest they really do think you're cute and would make a
nice catch."

"Why the change from how your father felt?"

"Things have changed, Kevin.  Hispanics and whites have been getting
married for a long time now, and my family finally accepted that fact
when one of my younger cousins met a guy in college who turned out to be
a truly wonderful man.  He treats her better than any Mexican guy
outside my family has ever treated their spouses, and Tim is the best
kind of father any of us girls could have dreamed of.  It was only after
we all realized how stupid our family had been for so long that we've
relaxed our social rules a whole lot.  There's even this one relative in
San Antonio that's married to a black guy in the Air Force, and they
already have three beautiful children.  One of their girls looks a lot
like your littlest girl, Shalaya."

"My littlest girl, Sarah?  I thought the paperwork I unwittingly signed
was all fake."

"No it wasn't!"

"By the way, how would it look to the State Bar of Texas for your having
helped me falsely fill out a bunch of paperwork to claim two orphans
from another state, Sarah?"

Her expression changed dramatically and she seemed to realize she was
now an accessory to kidnapping two orphans from Louisiana.  It was then
that the timer in my watch went off reminding me that I needed to be at
the girls' elementary school to pick them up.

"Look, Sarah.  I've got a responsibility to my girls, whether the states
of Texas or Louisiana recognize the obligation I've taken on or not.  My
girls are going to be getting out of school in about thirty minutes and
I need to go get them.  You're welcome to come with me if you'd like,
just in case you want to see me pull their panties down after I get them
buckled in.  Otherwise I can take you back to your office so you can
call the police and have them hunt me down.  But if you do that you
might want to consider what kind of future you'll have, because they'll
also want to know what your involvement was in pulling in a few favors
with the judge at the county courthouse."

Rather than challenge me Sarah lowered her gaze to her lap, her hands
nervously tugging her skirt back down her thighs and covering what I'd
been enjoying since we left our lunch engagement.

Engagement.  That word took on an almost hypocritical sound.

In a very subdued and guilty tone Sarah softly queried me for a slight
change in her plans.

"Kevin?  May I go with you to see your girls?"

That was the second time that day after she'd insinuated that I wasn't
really anyone's father that she said 'my girls'.

"As long as you don't upset them or make them think you're gonna take
them away from me ... so soon.  I'm pretty sure they'll be stripped
from me and my home soon enough, but for just a little longer let them
share in a very brief and wonderful fantasy that they could be happy,
loved, and enjoy the kind of life that their mother had no intention of
providing."

In a timid and very hushed tone I only heard one word.

" okay "

A few minutes later I was but one of dozens of cars lined up along the
street waiting anxiously for a smiling face or two to come running up.

The moment we heard the familiar sound of the school bell ringing, both
Sarah and I got out of my car and stepped around toward the front of my
ride near the sidewalk.  Our actions were mimicked by almost everyone
else ahead of and behind us, a whole cavalcade of squealing children
pouring out of the double doors seconds later.  I waited about half a
minute before I recognized my two dark-skinned angels, both of them
holding hands and walking with some lovely Hispanic girls and one white
boy that seemed particularly interested in one lovely of the small
gathering.  When I saw him chastely shake one of the other girl's hands
and go running off I knew my girls' hearts were still my sole
possession.

As soon as my girls saw me standing a bit further down than they had
before their gait changed dramatically.  Rather than amble their way
toward me in a stately manner they burst into an all out sprint and
squealed my new title as if nobody could hear.

"DAHHH-DEEEEE!!!"  "DAHHH-DEEEEE!!!"

Without her realizing it I saw Sarah cup her mouth and choke back a sob.
She seemed far more convinced Kay and Shay looked up to and might even
love a plain white thirty two year old man who'd claimed them after
Katrina had done her best to destroy their lives.

I barely had time to put up an adequate defense after I knelt down and
before both of them lunged into my chest with their bare arms extended.
With Sarah's insinuation that they might soon be wrested from me I gave
them an especially tight embrace, neither of them the least concerned
about being at the receiving end of yet another warm hug.  I could have
kept them tight to my chest for an hour, but they needed to eat, I
needed to take Sarah back to her office, and I wanted to hear all about
their day in school.  With no concern from what Sarah or any other adult
might think I pulled back a little bit and then kissed both of my little
charges right on the lips.  Thankfully they remembered to keep their
tongues inside their mouths when we were out in public.

"How are my little girls?  Did you two have a good day in school?"

Shay was the first to explode with excitement, a rather lively looking
drawing in about two dozen colors hefted into the air for me to see and
then appreciate.

"Look, Daddy!  We did drawing stuff today.  See what I did?"

The image of a house was centered on the page, but thankfully without
the traditional pitched roof, two windows, and a single door aligned
between them in front.  Her representation of our real house was rather
creative, with the big mesquite tree, the ample colorful flowers to both
sides, lots of birds and butterflies, and even the arbor over the front
door with deep green vegetation.

"My goodness!  This is our house, isn't it, Angel?"

"Uh huh!  Did I do good, Daddy?"

"You did GREAT, Punkin!  I'm very proud of you."

After another slightly more amorous kiss was shared I turned to Kay and
grinned.

"And what about my oldest little Angel?  What did you do today, Sugar?"

"I got a hundred on a math quiz today, Daddy."

"A HUNDRED???  My goodness!  You're such a smart little one, aren't you,
Kay?  Both of my little girls are such smart and creative little girls,
now I'm sure they're gonna do better in school than any of the other
kids, huh?  I'll bet you're even gonna get all 'A's 'cause you're so
smart, aren't you?"

"Really, Daddy?  For real, we're gonna get all 'A's and stuff?"

"If you let your Daddy help you study and read and do all your homework,
then you two are gonna be the best students in the whole school."

Kay was the perfect instigator for an after dinner study session at the
kitchen table, with their reward to be nestled deep into my lap on the
couch so we could have a nice tickle game or two afterward.

"After we eat and change can we study right away so I can be smart for
you, Daddy?  Please?"

"That's my girl!  Both of you are gonna study with your Daddy and he'll
spend as much time with you as you want so you'll do better and know
more than any of your other friends in school.  Pretty soon you're gonna
be recognized by your teachers as the best students ever, but you gotta
help your Daddy with your studies, 'cause sometimes he needs to know a
whole lot, okay?"

Shay followed her sister's lead and confirmed that my girls, even
briefly, were going to do very well in school.

"And then can I draw something for you, Daddy?"

"You sure can, Sweetheart.  Now ... how about if you two said 'hi' to
our friend Miss Sarah, okay?"

Both of them withdrew from my embrace and shifted in front of the woman
who'd hinted I would soon lose my two precious charges.

"Hi, Miss Sarah!"  "Yeah ... Hi, Miss Sarah!"

Sarah couldn't hold it in any longer, dropped to her knees, hugged my
girls, and then began to softly cry.  In spite of the rather random
expression of emotions neither of my girls were the least offended by
her tears.

After a few spilled tears and an exaggerated kiss on the girls' cheeks
Sarah leaned back, smiled a little, and then could barely whisper her
next comment.

"You two are such wonderful and beautiful little girls.  I'll bet your
new Daddy is very proud of you, isn't he?"

"Uh huh!  He's the best Daddy we ever had, huh Sissy?"

"Uh huh!  My Daddy is the smartest and bestest Daddy in the whole world.
I wouldn't want any other Daddy ever, even if he had millions and
hundreds of dollars and stuff."

That's when my eyes got a little misty.  Instead of blocking traffic or
taking up lots of unused space along the curb in front of their school
it was imperative to get my girls buckled in.

"Okay you three.  Cut out the tears and the compliments or we're never
gonna get going.  How about if we got my two little tickle monsters
inside my car so we can take Miss Sarah back to her office?  Sarah,
would you please open the passenger side door and get them inside while
I go retrieve their safety seats?"

"Sure, Kev.  Come on, girls!"

Once their seats were properly fastened and all of us positioned my
girls were incredibly eager to share every tidbit of pertinent data
about their day.  Sarah was the perfect guest in my car, because she
turned almost completely around and intently listened to everything that
Kay and Shay provided.  I got a few panty shots and tried to keep my
eyes facing forward so I didn't wreck my nice car, but when I felt her
right hand claim mine I remembered what she'd offered once before that
same day.

I could have resisted what she was hinting I might be able to touch, but
I was still fascinated by her full and caramel-brown legs.  The last
place I'd touched her was quickly reclaimed, her right leg far enough
away from her left so I had clear access to the front of her panties.
After almost sixteen years of being told "No" she was wordlessly telling
me "Yes", and I eagerly slipped my hand the rest of the way forward.
The moment she felt my fingers cup the fullness of her vulva she
flinched for a moment but didn't force my hand away or make me stop.

It was quite a challenge for me to drive, think, listen to my girls,
remember what Sarah had said earlier in the day about the adoption
papers having no value, and fondling my former Hispanic heartthrob at
the same time.  But one of the things I'd learned from years of lost
attempts was my hands' and fingers' ability to do what they did best
without my having to think about it.  To really push my older guest
right to the edge and see how far she'd let me touch her I slipped my
hand up the front of her panties and then pushed my fingers inside.

There was just enough tightly curled pubic hair over her pussy for me to
be a little repulsed, but I overcame my revulsion and kept going down.
The instant I split her labia majora and rolled the face of my middle
finger over her clitoris Sarah squeaked, grabbed my wrist, and held my
hand in place.  The fact that my digit was still close enough to keep
softly rolling her nubbin around stole any resistance she had against my
crude deed, her right leg splayed wide to the right and a whimper coming
from inside her throat that I'd never heard before.  As Shay and Kay
babbled nonsensically in the back seat I slowly brought Sarah up to the
climax of one sweet cum, and then immediately stopped.  With a quick
shift of my hand I returned my right appendage to the steering wheel,
with the evidence of her excitement still along the face of my digit.
She must have been in turmoil, and that's what I was hoping for.

It was in the middle of their revelations that Kay decided to share
something that she'd seen.

"And, Daddy?  You know what?"

"What, Sugar?"

"During recess one of the older boys kissed a girl on the lips like you
do with me and Shay."

"He did?  Really?"

"Uh huh!

"And then what happened?"

"Well ... he did something naughty, Daddy."

"Really?  Did it scare you, Kitten?"

"A little bit, Daddy."

"Would you like to tell me right now, or are you a little bit nervous
because of Miss Sarah being with us?"

"Well ... I'll tell you if you want me to, Daddy.  I'm not super scared
'cause of Miss Sarah being here."

"Then, go ahead and tell me, Kitten.  You know I always want you to be
honest and not hurt people, right?"

"Uh huh!  So ... I can tell you now, Daddy?"

"Sure, Angel.  Go ahead and tell me."

"After that boy kissed the girl and she kinda liked it, he then did
something that was naughty."

"What did he do, Baby?"

"He, ummm ... he put his hand up under her dress and touched her inside
her panties."

"HE DID???  My goodness!!!  What did the girl do, Angel?"

"She didn't like it and she ran away crying 'cause he was being nasty
outside in front of her friends."

When I saw Sarah's thighs tighten and her right hand shoot forward onto
her lap I was sure she might want to finish what I'd started.  The fact
that I was driving prevented me from seeing more.  It was imperative for
me to see to my little girl's needs anyway.

"Did he hurt her, Baby?"

"I don't think so, 'cause all he did was try to touch her inside her
panties or something.  He didn't really do nothing super bad, just
really naughty, I guess."

"Did she tell her teacher what he did?"

"No, 'cause she was all 'barrassed, I think."

"Did you tell your teacher, Honey?"

"No, Daddy.  Am I supposed to?"

"Well, if another little girl is being hurt by somebody, then it's the
responsibility of another friend of the girl to help her.  Sometimes
that means they need to go tell a teacher, or the principal, or maybe
even a policeman or policewoman."

Kay sat silently for a moment, so I figured more wouldn't hurt.

"Remember when we went to Micky-D's a long time ago and that very nice
policewoman came to talk to us that one time when you and Shay let your
fries and stuff get all cold?"

"Uh huh.  I remember, Daddy."

"She wanted to make sure you and Shay weren't being hurt by a naughty
man, so she asked you if everything was alright.  She also asked you and
Shay if I really was your daddy, remember?"

"Uh huh!  I remember, Daddy, 'cause I was scared she might take us away
from you, and I don't want nobody to take us away from you, Daddy."

"Well, that's why you need to remember to help one of your friends if
they ever need some help, okay?"

"Daddy?"

"Yes, Angel?"

"Should I tell my teacher about what that boy did tomorrow?"

It seemed appropriate that the randy little twerp might try to cop a
feel a second time some time tomorrow, but I'm sure Kay was referring to
telling her teacher at school in the morning rather than wait until he
tried to fondle her friend out in the open again.

"I tell you what.  Why don't you talk to that little girl first and see
if she's already told her teacher or her mommy and daddy about it.  If
she wants you to be her friend and help her go talk to her teacher about
it, then maybe it would be a good idea if you helped her."

"You wouldn't be mad if I tattled on that boy for touching that girl?"

"If she didn't like it, Kay, then you should help her and say something.
When you're helping somebody, that's not tattling, but telling the
truth, okay?"

"Okay, Daddy.  I'm gonna talk to her tomorrow before we go to class and
then I'll help her tell her teacher if she wants."

"That's my girl.  You're such a brave and honest little angel, aren't
you Kay?"

"Thanks, Daddy."

"Shay?"

"Yes, Daddy?"

"Remember what your big sister said, okay?  If somebody needs your help,
then you can tell your teacher too, Sugar."

"Okay, Daddy.  I'll help my friends too."

"Good girl.  I have such wonderful and smart little girls."

Just as I was making an obvious statement about relevant and easily
discernible facts I stopped my car in the parking lot of Sarah's office.
After putting the car into park I turned to see Sarah looking back at me
with a strange expression on her face.  There was a hint of a tear in
both of her eyes and a strong need behind her lovely smile to say
something.  Her previous revelations didn't exactly charm me, so I
wasn't sure if I should be eager to encourage her to say anything.
Since her lips were quivering I didn't think she was anxious to say
anything cruel, so I took a chance and coaxed something from her.

"What is it, Sarah?  Do you want to ask me something?"

Rather than verbalize her thoughts she reached across the front seat,
took my right hand, squeezed it rather affectionately, and remained
silent.  Something tumbled around in my head for a second, landed in my
stomach by way of my heart, and then seemed to stimulate words from me.

"Would you join us for dinner, Sarah?  I still have this hankering for
some Mexican food, and you seem to know the nicest places."

Her grin confirmed that I'd strung the appropriate syllables together,
so with her hand still in mine and a returned snug grip I twisted
slightly in my seat and looked at my two little adopted girls.

"Would my two Sugar Babies like some Mexican food in Texas tonight?  I
don't think we'll have time to go all the way to Mexico, but I'm sure we
can find something really nice, with Miss Sarah's help, that is."

"Can we, Daddy?  That would be neat!"  "Yeah, Daddy!  I liked that food
a whole bunch!"

I turned back to face Sarah, waited for a single nod, and then queried
for something that might have seemed rather personal when I returned my
gaze to the two lovelies in back.

"Would you two like to go potty before we leave?  If you wanna hold it
for just a couple of minutes, then you can.  But if you need to go, then
maybe you need to ask Miss Sarah if you can use her potty."

Shay stuffed her right hand between her caramel colored legs and
immediately looked uncomfortable.  She followed her somewhat naive and
precious display of discomfort with a timid question.

"Miss Sarah?  Can I use your potty, please?"

Kay was doing her best to hold it in, but I could tell I'd brought up a
touchy subject.  Sarah sniffed, wiped a tear away, smiled, and then
softly answered.

"Sure, Shay!  Why don't you let your Daddy help you out of your safety
seats and then you can both come use my potty.  After that we're gonna
go eat some really good Mexican food, okay?"

"Okay!"  "Thanks, Miss Sarah."

"You're welcome, Kay."

Rather than jeopardize Shay's clean panties she was lifted onto my left
hip first and then Kay helped out of her seat and onto the ground.  It
felt so magical for Shay to lie her head onto my shoulder, tuck her left
thumb into her mouth, and grip my neck with her right arm so snugly.  It
seemed a perfectly normal thing for a little girl to do with her daddy,
my skin color the only subtle hint that she might not have come from my
loins.

I was amazed at how quickly Sarah had encouraged both of my girls into
her large bathroom with me in attendance.  Even though I'd implied my
own guilt at supposed pedophilic deeds earlier that day, Sarah was still
smiling as she closed the bathroom door with me inside, Shay a prominent
feature on my left hip and Kay already pulling her panties down from
under her knee-length skirt.

The sight of her dark brown pud and that luscious slit that held her
clitoris captive and out of harm's way kept my interest and drove my
cock into an immediate throbbing menace.  She knew what I was thinking
when she saw me staring between her thighs as she began to pee, her
slender thighs coming apart as soon as she was comfortable.  As soon as
she was finished I knew I wanted to enjoy the view more fully and then
offer softer words of thanks, so I knelt down and gently splay her
thighs.  Leaning forward until my mouth was pressed to her right ear I
whispered into my adopted daughter's elfin curl.

"Thank you, Baby.  I really appreciate it when you let me see how pretty
you look."

She whispered back, aware that our voices might carry beyond the
protection of the door behind me.

"Daddy?"

"Yes, Baby?"

"Can you give me a little tickle with your tongue for just a tiny
minute, please?"

"Not here, Baby.  When we're at home we can do that as much as you want
to, but when we're out in public or in a stranger's potty we need to be
nice and not have lots of fun, okay?"

"Daddy?"

"Yes, Baby?"

"Can you just give me a tickle with your finger after you wipe me?"

I leaned back slightly, collected some tissue, leaned forward again,
pressed my lips to hers, and slipped my paper-disguised middle finger
between her thighs for a brief fondle.  The moment I found what she
wanted me to caress she sat slightly taller on the potty and then softly
whimpered.  My little lover needed some attention, and soon.  She'd get
every measure of my love and adoration after we got home and their
homework was finished.

Rather than let me stop too soon Kay gripped my right hand with her left
and held me in place, her hips pushing forward and my nasty digit far
too hungry for just a few second's pleasure.  As soon as I heard Sarah
chatting with someone on the phone I knew I had a few seconds more of
privacy with my oldest little girl, so I withdrew my lips from hers,
dabbed her vulva dry, coaxed her off the potty without saying anything,
and then had Shay take her older sister's place after her panties were
tugged down her slightly fuller thighs.

It was a little uncomfortable for me to twist my head down and under
that hard just so I could extend my tongue into her pussy while I softly
fondled Shay's plump little cunny with my left digits, but Kay had no
desire to miss a chance at pleasure.  She almost climbed onto my
shoulders so I could give her a proper orgasm, but I was able to keep
her attention and focus my efforts onto that tight bundle of nerves that
she seemed to want me to lick and suck on for days with her feet planted
onto the nice Saltillo tile.

Her hips kept undulating in rhythmic waves, her thighs were twitching
and stuttering against my face as I licked her, and both of her small
hands held my head in place so I could afford her the kind of affection
and attention that she now craved as much as I did.  It was incredibly
reckless for me to have oral sex with my adopted daughter with a lawyer
little more than twenty feet away, but Kay needed relief and I needed
her body.

To give her a quickie I reached around her left hip, found that luscious
and hungry little wet spot between her legs, and then fingered her slick
and hot vagina until she had a nice little cum.  I was convinced she
liked the naughty way we played, especially because we were doing it
away from home and in another person's potty.  After she felt better and
seemed more relaxed I licked her sweet pussy, wiped her dry, and then
pulled her panties back into place.  Shay was then anxious for equal
treatment, so as I listened to Sarah babble on I tended to my youngest
little girl by giving her a little tingle too.

By the time we emerged all three of us looked a little bit more relaxed
and felt much more in need of being naked in bed than going out to eat.

Half an hour later all four of us were sitting at a round table with the
soft chatter of conversations around us, soft light hiding a multitude
of lurid grins between me and my girls, the smell of wonderful food
wafting through the air, and Sarah doing her best to say something that
we both knew might force me to defend the future of my little girls.  It
was only after the meal was finished that Sarah decided to share a bit
of information that seemed obvious, even if nobody in her family would
want to admit it.

"It feels so special being here with you and your girls, Kevin.  For the
first time in my life I actually had a moment of a wonderful fantasy
that we were married and had two beautiful little girls of our own."

I knew how to shut her up and keep her from ruining what little time I
had left with my girls.

"Are you proposing to me, Sarah?"

She immediately blushed, turned her eyes toward her lap, and tried to
stifle a wicked grin.  It seemed I might have finally found her weak
spot, the role reversal something that she hadn't anticipated.

Sarah remained quiet for quite a while after that, only sharing public
and impersonal subjects until the bill was paid and we were making our
way out of the restaurant.  Kay was the perfect instigator and made both
Sarah and me feel like kids again.

"Does Miss Sarah wanna kiss you, Daddy?  She has the same look on her
face that the boy did at school today."

"I don't know, Baby.  Miss Sarah and your Daddy used to be really good
friends a long time ago and we did kiss a few times, but she may not
feel the same way about me as she did before.  Maybe you shouldn't say
anything about us kissing without asking me if you should, okay?"

"Did I do something wrong, Daddy?"

"No, Baby, but you might have embarrassed Miss Sarah a little bit."

Kay turned to look at Sarah just before we got to my car and stopped
right in front of her.

"I'm sorry I 'barrassed you, Miss Sarah.  I just like it when I think of
my Daddy having a missus so me and Shay can have a real mommy again."

Whatever blush Sarah had created in the restaurant when I put her in her
place was bested by a vermilion hue that almost lit up the parking lot.
It took little more than a minute for me to get the girls buckled in and
Sarah seated, all of them probably thinking similar thoughts along the
line of me finished the orgasms that I'd started.  Rather than maintain
an artificially dominant position over Sarah I decided to offer the
pastry supplies on my collection of disparately colored companions.

"Girls, I got us some goodies at one of the local markets today.  Sarah
would you mind doling out some of the pastries, please?"

My girls immediately giggled and anxiously awaited their surprise.  When
Sarah handed each of them a churro they looked at it for a few moments
and then saw Sarah begin to noisily munch on hers.  By the time I got
one they finally took their first taste.  The churros were gone a minute
later and both of my dark angels shared a sugar encrusted smile with me.

I took Sarah back to her car, followed her home to make sure she was
okay, and then waved as I drove off.  I'd be hearing from her soon
enough, and if I was a betting man I was sure she'd be calling my cell
phone moments after I dropped the girls off at school in the morning.

The sound of two little girls squealing resounded through the house as
soon as the door was closed between the garage and the mud room.

"You two better go get changed before the tickle monster finds you.  My
little girls need to do their homework with their Daddy's help so we can
play before we go take a bath."

After they shucked their clothes, tossed them onto their beds, and
collected their school supplies we assumed very comfortable positions at
the kitchen table.  Rather than distract them too much I kept my hands
on their backs or around their shoulders as they busied themselves.  It
was only after Kay double checked her writing exercise and Shay her
arithmetic that I let them carefully put their work inside a small
folder, that stuffed inside their small backpacks, and both placed near
the door to the garage so they wouldn't forget them in the morning.

The entire time they conducted their evening routine I remained serious
and never attempted to divert their attention from what they knew were
their responsibilities.  The instant they let their backpacks fall to
the floor, however, I immediately let out a stifled growl and began to
chase them through the house.

"Rrrrrrrr!  The tickle monster just found out two little girls are
running around the house without clothes on, and he's gonna be naughty
and do lots of fun things until they squeal."

Their joyous laughter and bright screeches could have broken crystal,
had there been any in the house.  Kay seemed more determined to elude me
where Shay loved to be immediately caught so I could nibble on her tummy
and take small bites of her smooth unblemished ass.  Once she'd had
enough loving torture I saw an anxious eight year old peeking from
around the corner, hoping she could be next.  Shay was playfully dumped
onto the couch face up and I took off after Kay, her squeal confirmation
that she was about to be tickled brutally.

What started as her laughing and squirming slowly evolved into more
impassioned whimpers, moans, and her hands pulling my face toward her
rather than pushing it away.  She knew our play would shift toward more
amorous and sexual adventures eventually and seemed hungry for our time
together.  What surprised me was her willingness to invite Shay into our
modified games, her six year old little sister allowed to take a
position at her side so I could kiss her body, lick her puddin, and
fondle her tender underneath if I was licking her older sister.

Right up until bath time at eight thirty I gave both of them every
measure of my love and intense sexual pleasure, my tongue frequently
splitting each of their vulvar creases and affording them long, warm,
and continuous sensations of sexual rapture.  Making love to Kay until
we both peaked and then plugging my youngest little girl's silken butt
until she had a nice little cum was all we needed to snuggle together
for a while.  We lie together quietly, touching, kissing, fondling, and
my girls completely unaware that we might very soon be ripped apart.

Our bath wasn't nearly as animated as it might be on the weekends, but
we all still had plenty of chances to touch anything bare and horny
until their panties were nestled up their legs and a small t-shirt was
gently drawn over their heads and arms.  For the first time both of my
little girls fell asleep in my arms on the couch, neither of them awake
enough to argue when I tucked them into their own beds.  It wouldn't
last all night, but giving them the impression that they had the right
to choose was the most paramount of my desires.

My phone ringing at 10:45 was a bit of surprise, but not totally
unexpected.  When I recognized Sarah's cell phone number I had to smile.

"Hello?"

"Kev?"

Her voice was so soft I almost couldn't hear her.  My suspicions were
also right about her wanting to talk soon.

"What's wrong, Sarah?"

"Please ... please don't be angry with me, okay?"

I immediately felt a knife being thrust through my heart.  She must have
actually called the cops and was probably trying to appeal to me before
I began to curse her name for the rest of my life.

"NO, SARAH!  Please say you didn't?"

"Didn't ... didn't do what?"

"Call the police!  Please don't take them away from me, Sarah.  You
can't!"

"NOOO, Kevin!  I can't do that!  I can see how much they love you, and
how much you mean to them."

It took a moment for me to calm down.

"Then ... what's wrong?  Why would I be angry with you?"

"For ... for not letting you fall in love with me when I was sixteen.
If I had known how strongly you felt about me I would have tried a lot
harder to defy my father and convince him that you really were the right
guy for me."

"Please don't say that, Sarah.  You needed to listen to your father at
that time.  If you'd have defied him back then it would have created a
rift in your family that none of you would have been ready for.  Sure,
other members of your family might have eventually fallen in love with
people outside your race, but it wasn't the right time back then.  We
didn't feel the same way about mixed-race couples as we do now, so you
need to accept that it just wasn't right."

She finally seemed convinced and didn't offer much more, other than to
softly cry into the phone.  When she could finally speak she did so in
an incredibly demure and emotionally distraught voice.

"Kev?"

"Yeah?"

"I'm sorry."

"About what?"

"I would have been a wonderful wife for you."

<click>

I could have and maybe should have called her back, but it had already
been a long, and at times, very difficult day.  Rather than extend the
flurry of emotions I thought it best if I allowed her to think about
what time had done to our lives and if she really was going to let me
keep my girls.

I didn't sleep well all night, or at least until Shay stumbled her way
into my bed and wrapped her small arms around me.  She felt so wonderful
as she nestled tight to my left side and returned to her relaxed
slumber.  There were a few moments of lust and sexual need in my head
and cock, but she slept so soundly I just didn't have the heart to wake
her up or bother her like that.  Being a father to two sexy little girls
who accepted my need for caresses, kisses, licks, and even vaginal or
anal intercourse was something that needed plenty of tolerance on my
part.  In order to preserve the cherished relationship we'd started it
was imperative that I give them all the room they needed to grow up as
little girls first, and my sexual partners after that.

Having plenty of erotic and wanton dreams wasn't that strange for me,
the feel of a little girl's body over mine a treat that had only
recently come into my head.  Still, fucking a six year old in the ass
was still something that made me feel as if I could tackle any obstacle.

"Duh-Duh-Daddy!  Make me feel good, please?"

What I'd thought was a dream was instead my horny little six year old
daughter struggling to have a nice cum as she lay backward over me.
Plugging my youngest daughter as she lie over my tummy with her butt
wiggling backward onto me was all the influence that I needed to caress
her little erect nipples with one hand as I masturbated her clitoris
with my other one.  I'd so quickly gotten Shay used to anal sex that she
took it upon herself to pull her panties down, work my shorts off, and
then coax us together just right so she could feel my hardness as far
inside her tight ass as I could fit.

Rolling her clit around with my thumb as I slowly worked my middle
finger down her slit and tenderly inside her still intact vagina was
just the thing that Shay needed to feel good.

"Yuh-yuh-yeah, Daddy!  Just like thuh-thuh ... "

Exploring the inside of her pussy with my digit was getting easier each
time.  Gently caressing her G-spot inside afforded me an increasingly
tempting notion for me to wash us both clean so I could do it with my
cock.  She'd still be hurt terribly, so I resolved to wait until she
insisted we make love for the first time a little bit later on.

It was difficult to get us washed up as tired as I was, but sleeping
dirty wasn't a lot of fun, so I did my best, made sure Shay's ass and
pussy tasted nice and clean, put her panties back on her, and then took
her back to her bed.  It wasn't ten minutes later that Kay reached under
the covers and caressed my right arm.

"Daddy?"

"Yes, Baby?"

"Can I sleep with you tonight?"

Her hand was gently captured, her arm tugged inside, and her whole body
nestled snugly to my right side.  Rather than crave any more sex from me
that night Kay fell asleep.  I didn't mind at all.

The next morning was just like the last few weeks of harried activities,
their breakfast made while they tried to hoist themselves out of bed,
and then me claiming two little girls who needed a full-time daddy.
Once their little bums hit the chairs in the dining area the aroma of
their breakfast stirred them awake, their meal eagerly consumed and
proving that good food and a healthy home environment was the perfect
thing for two little former orphans to fill out and grow into real
foxes.

After a few minor diversions with my hands or face inside their panties
I was able to get them dressed and into my car.  They looked so pretty
in their safety seats, but the way they were growing I could tell Kay
was going to be wanting to sit next to me within days.  With the sun
streaming in along the left side of my car I took the girls to school.
As soon as I drove up Kay immediately pointed out some important news.

"DADDY, LOOK!  That's the boy that put his hand inside my friend's
panties yesterday!"

He didn't look that impressive for a fourth grader, but he certainly was
big enough to intimidate a third or second grader with his blond hair
and good looks.  He was the kind of kid that I always hated in school,
and I knew I'd do whatever I could to keep an eye on him.

I got my girls out of the car, put their backpacks on them, kissed and
hugged them, and then watched them walk confidently into their school.
I'm sure both of them were going to be very proud of their homework
nestled safely in the possession of their bright pink and purple cases.

Once they were under the care of the local school district employees I
went grocery shopping in town.  Since I didn't bring a heavy ice chest I
didn't buy any cold items, the rest of my shopping little more than a
means to distract my brain from thinking about what my former sixteen
year old heartthrob might do.  I thought about calling Sarah a few
times, but reconsidered it.  She needed to wait for a little bit before
I'd feel okay seeing her.  Sure, she'd offered me a quick feel of her
body while sitting on the front seat of my car the afternoon before, but
I knew any sexual demands I might have weren't nearly as important as my
need to keep and love my hurricane-displaced little black girls.

The day dragged on as if each second took a week, so I decided to drive
around town and take my mind off of my troubles.  My feet walking on the
green grass of the park next to San Felipe Springs and watching a few
very young Mexican girls playing in the water without any clothes on was
the perfect distraction.  Nobody seemed to be around for miles, the
sound of the young water faeries the only evidence that any other human
being was alive on the planet.  It was only after I was close enough to
the petite brown playthings that one of them noticed who I was and
called out toward me.

"Hey, Mister!  Remember me?"

How could I forget such a permissive little angel.  In a matter of a few
steps I was close enough to stand next to the edge of the creek on the
rock and concrete wall, my little visitor walking naked toward me.

"Hi, Aracelli!  How are you, Angel?"

"I missed you, Mister."

"My name's Kevin, Angel, remember?"

"Oh, okay.  I missed you, Mister Kevin.  How come you didn't come see me
before?  I thought you liked me."

"I do like you, Sweetie!  But I've been taking care of my little girls.
I didn't know I was supposed to come see you or I would have before
today.  Will you forgive me?"

Her giggle and the way she rocked back and forth in front of me filled
me with a mixture of pride and lust.  The way the sun shone on her
smooth coffee colored skin made her look good enough to eat, again.

While I was anxious to gobble up my little visitor we heard a woman's
voice call three names, "Yolanda!  Lupita!  Tina!"

The moment I saw where the voice was coming from I looked up to see a
large woman standing on the hill opposite the creek from where we were.
In an instinctive move to allay her fears about Aracelli standing naked
in front of a white stranger I raised my right hand over my hand and
waved to the other adult.  In a classic "I see you" wave of confirmation
she repeated what I'd done and then watched as the three other girls who
were with Aracelli donned their panties, a white t-shirt, and then took
off toward the nameless woman.  What I heard next confirmed that my
petite visitor was going to be left in my care, alone.

"Adios, Aracelli!"

She immediately mimicked what I'd done and waved back to them.  Moments
later it was just the two of us, me standing on the highly worn surface
of the hard embankment, and Aracelli standing completely naked about two
feet in front of me in the water of the clear creek.  Rather than keep
us apart too much longer my lovely nudist encouraged a nice alternative.

"Mister Kevin?"

"Yes, Angel?"

"Can you stay and visit with me, please?"

"Sure, Sweetie!  But it might be a good idea if you went back over there
and got your clothes, Honey.  I don't want people to worry about you if
you're gonna be visiting with me, okay?"

"Then ... you'll stay?"

"Sure!  Go get your clothes first, okay?"

"KAY!"

Fractions of a second later there was a flurry of splashing water and
the sound of a little girl doing her best to decrease the distance as
quickly as possible.  It took her a lot less time than I expected,
because rather than put her clothes on across the creek she just grabbed
them and ran straight back to where I was standing.  Since I knew she
might like a little privacy as she got dressed and while she was headed
away from me I made my toward the same tree where we'd visited before.
It took her a moment to relocate me, and when she did she came running
in my direction with a broad smile on her face and her clothes waving in
the air like a flag of surrender.

I hadn't been sitting on the cool leaf litter and mulch more than a few
seconds before Aracelli came running up and nearly dove into my arms
squealing.  I barely had enough time to catch her before she bowled me
over backward.

"HEY!  Easy there, little one!  If I didn't know any better you were
happy to see your friend from before."

Her smile and the way she was hugging me confirmed that she liked the
idea of us being together.  The fact that she dropped her shorts,
panties, and t-shirt to the ground near my knees made my task of holding
her soft skin that much easier.

"Uh huh!  I been waiting for you to come back so we could play our
special game again."

My heart nearly burst out of my chest and my cock out of my pants.  In a
softer tone and almost kissing her as I spoke I queried for what I knew
would be jail time if I got caught.

"And what special game is that, Angel?"

She instantly blushed and got coy, looking down her body rather than
into my leering stare.

"You know!  When I was here before ... when you gave me some nice
tingles on my peepee."

I tried to act shocked, but only managed a lurid grin instead as I
leaned forward and whispered into her face.

"I gave you some nice tingles on your peepee before, Honey?  Where did I
do that?"

She blushed, turned around a couple of times, let go of my neck, scanned
the horizon again, and then lowered herself to the ground.  After she
shifted her clothes around to afford her a nice place to lie down she
did just that, face up, legs splayed, her eyes toward me, and a few of
her small fingertips softly rolling her clitoris around.

"Right here!  Wanna play our special game again, Mister Kevin?"

My fingers must have understood what she wanted before my brain did,
because before I could remember how many years men got for molesting
little girls my digits had shifted hers out of the way and I was
tenderly masturbating her.  She took to my ministrations immediately,
her tiny nipples erect and most likely throbbing, and her plump caramel
pussy so soft as I slowly explored her over and over again.

By the time I was losing any reluctance to have oral sex with the little
girl it was after noon.  Certainly if nobody had come looking for the
adventuresome waif by then I needed to make sure she was returned to the
safety of her family.  As one last measure of promiscuity I looked
around the area above the wall, saw nobody, and acted on my need to kiss
the bald softness of my partner's nudity.  The moment my lips touched
her pussy she grabbed my head and hung on.  I was a goner and gave her
what we both needed.

I don't know how long I munched on her plump nether lips or licked her
tiny clit, but by the time her hips were undulating up into my face I
knew she might eventually let me go.  It took a few moments to get her
fat little pud wiped dry, because she had her knees cocked out, her hips
pushing up into my caresses, and a broad smile on her face evidence that
she liked the way I made her feel nice.

It took another couple of minutes to get her panties, shorts, and
t-shirt on her, and then for me to hoist her onto my left shoulder so I
could take her in the general direction of her house.  But how was I
supposed to cross the creek and keep my shoes, socks, and jeans dry?
Problem solved when I saw a series of raised stones in the creek that
were high enough for me to ford the creek and keep from getting wet.
Once we were nearly all the way up the hill I leaned my face toward her
and offered a tender kiss.  She seemed to think that was nearly better
than my licking her to orgasm.

As soon as I crested the bluff and saw where we were I recognized the
neighborhood as Gramma Estella's.  I was both excited and horrified at
the same time, my little playmate just young enough not to keep her
mouth closed about our brief liaison.  I'd need to think about that
problem some other time, since I heard her whispering into my neck as
soon as my feet were strolling down the poorly paved street.

"Are you taking me home, Mister Kevin?"

"Yeah, Aracelli.  I don't want anyone to hurt my little girlfriend, so
it would be best if I made sure your Momma saw you before a bad man."

"Are you gonna come play with me again, Mister Kevin?"

"I think so, Angel.  Once I meet your Momma and she says it's okay for
me to come visit, then I'll be sure to come see you when I can."

"Mister Kevin?"

"Uh huh?"

"My Momma ain't home right now."

"Then, who takes care of you during the day?"

"Nobody.  I just usually stay at home or go visit Gramma Estella if I'm
super lonely and I ain't got nobody to play with."

My feet stopped in mid-stride and I looked down at the little tyke.  As
hard as it was to believe there were little girls all over the place who
had little if any parental support, my lucky little girls most likely at
the far end of the compassion spectrum and Aracelli somewhere near the
middle of it.

"When does your Momma come home, Aracelli?"

"I don't know ... after it gets dark.  She has to work all the time."

That was way too much information for a man who was developing more of
his pedophilic interests on a daily basis.

"What do you do if you get hungry?"

"I go to see Gramma Estella.  If she's not home then I just wait until
my Momma gets home to eat."

"Are you hungry right now?"

"Uh huh!"

Without any more conversation I spun in place and headed right back down
the hill toward my car.  In little more than ten minutes she was nestled
in Shay's safety seat and we were headed to the nearest fast food place.

With a sack of burgers, fries, and an extra large soda on the front seat
next to me I took her to the same parking lot where Sarah had grilled me
before.  Rather than leave her in the uncomfortable confines of her
restrictive chair I freed her and let her scamper over the seat to come
sit with me.  To make our meal special for my naturally-tanned guest I
let her nestle on my lap so we could be close enough to enjoy each
others' company.  Instead of either of us doing anything provocative she
remained on my lap and giggled or laughed whenever I made a funny face
or sounded like an animal eating something delicious.

We truly enjoyed our mid-day repast, laughed about anything going on
around us that appeared the least humorous, and after all the food and
drink were gone I heard a timid request that might prove to be a problem
if she was too shy about my watching her.

"Mister Kevin, I need to go peepee."

"Would you be scared if I helped you, Aracelli?"

"NO!  You're 'sposed to help me!"

With nearly forty empty cars around the area and nobody interested in
used beat up vehicles I opened the driver door, helped Aracelli out,
kept a single napkin in my possession, and then found a spot about three
cars away that was private enough for her.  She didn't look nearly as
intimidated as I expected, her shorts and panties dropping past her
knees after she felt comfortable.  Seconds later she squat down, offered
a sample of bright yellow liquid to the cracked and broken asphalt, and
looked up at me for assistance when she was done.

After one quick glance around the area for any witnesses I gently dabbed
her underneath dry, folded the napkin multiple times until it was turned
into a small rectangular clump of paper, and then slipped my digits
under for a quick sample of her vulva to make sure she was okay.  Once
her needs were attended to we were back in my car, she was again on my
lap, and then tugged on my right hand.

"What, Angel?"

"Can you give me some more tickles now, Mister Kevin?"

I looked at my watch, saw at least two hours available for some gentle
adventures of the illegal kind, and gave her a little kiss.

"May I take you home so we can be alone and comfortable?"

"YEAH!"

It took me no more than a few minutes before I was able to get her
settled into her temporary safety location and then backtrack my way to
her house, going the long way rather than through San Felipe Creek.  We
might have seen a few people on her street, but nobody of any real
significance noticed me parking my car right next to where the little
girl lived.  I was much more nervous than she appeared after she led me
into her house, the grip of her hand around my right confirmation that
she was just as anxious to 'play' as I was.  Her shared bedroom looked
no different than any I'd imagined, a few clothes left on the floor,
both beds only partially made, and toys scattered around in various
places.

All it took was for her spin in place and reach up toward my face to
tell me wordlessly that it was time to get busy.  With only the breeze
wafting through the partially open and curtained windows as our witness
I pulled her shorts, panties, and t-shirt off and then lifted her onto
the bed she was closest to.  Moments after she was in place face up she
splayed her thighs apart, bent her knees, dropped them to the bed so she
was comfortable, and then lightly tugged on my ears.  With nothing said
to invite or refuse anything more I gave her every measure of my lust in
a tightly controlled package.

Since nobody could see what I was up to and with four walls to keep my
antics private I literally feasted on her plump and bald sweetness.  She
took to my ministrations like a trained pet and even hugged my head with
her chubby thighs until she just couldn't take any more and offered her
first commentary on my abilities.

"Ay, Mister Kevin!  You lick me better than ANYBODY!"

"Really?  I do a good job?"

"Uh huh!  You're my bestest playmate of all."

Something within me needed to dig for dirt, so I cautiously asked for
more information about her other 'lovers'.

"How many guys besides your uncle and me have given you nice tingles
like this, Aracelli?"

"Only my Uncle Mario and you.  'Member when I told you he liked to give
me lots of good tingles?"

"I sure do!  You told me last time I saw you.  So ... nobody other than
your uncle and me, huh?"

"Well ... there's somebody else, but she's a girl."

Lesbian encounters, huh?  The first person I suspected was the nighttime
occupant of the bed behind me as I lightly kissed and licked her pud.

"A girl huh?  Does she give you lots of good licks like me and your
uncle do?"

"Yeah, but she don't give me licks as much as she used to.  I think
she's a tiny bit scared she'll get caughted by the police like my uncle
did.  He's in jail right now."

It burned into my head the instant I realized I was leaning face-first
over a naked Mexican girl and had been giving her oral pleasure for
quite a while.  All it would take would be a slipped comment about my
having delved into her plump pussy and I'd be in the next jail cell.

Something coaxed me to push for the last bit of dangerous information,
so I took the chance and asked.

"Who is your favorite girlfriend who gives you good licks?"

"My Aunt Sarah, but you pro'lly don't know her, 'cause she's a judge
person and goes to the courthouse downtown all the time."

SARAH!!!  My gosh!

It took me a few minutes to collect my senses about what I'd learned,
but I had no desire to make Aracelli think twice about my having learned
something so damning about my former high school friend.  It certainly
got my head spinning.

In the middle of my trying to come to terms with a woman who had the
same sort of 'interest' that I now had Aracelli burst off the bed and
took off out of her room.

"Be back!"

Before she returned my watch beeped, reminding me of an appointment.  It
was hard to wipe her up, put all of her clothes back on, and then tell
her goodbye until the next time I happened by, but my little girls would
be getting out of school soon and I needed to be there more than I
needed to be in jail.

With only ten minutes to spare my car was parked where it normal would
be and I sat inside with my mind on a little Mexican girl who was far
too willing to let a man orally pleasure her.  The sound of the school
bell broke my haze of lust and I got out of my car and repeated what I'd
done for a few weeks.

This time Kay was holding another girl's left hand with her right as she
walked toward me.  Since Shay was holding Kay's left I wasn't bothered,
but I wondered who the other girl was.  I'd never met her before and did
my best to wrack my brain for any face I could recognize.  Problem
solved when they saw and began to run toward me and were finally close
enough to share some required introductions.

"Hi girls!"

"Hi Daddy!"  "Hi Daddy!"

After I gave Kay and Shay a little kiss Kay thought it best to let me
know who her little friend was.

"Daddy, this is Debbie.  She's the girl that boy was naughty with."

Debbie instantly blushed and tried to disappear into the grass.  In
order to defray any sense of embarrassment I didn't smile, but softly
whispered an appropriate response.

"I'm sorry he was being naughty, Debbie.  Are you okay?"

Her smile and nod were typical of girls her age, her upturned eyes
finally meeting mine so she could see I wasn't going to antagonize her
about any past activities by a reckless brute.

With all of the other children around us scurrying off to meet their
parents or toward the playground for one last swing or twirl on the
merry-go-round the four of us chatted for a few minutes.  Debbie was an
incredibly timid and introverted child, most likely because I was a guy
and so much older than she was.  I didn't take it personally.

Since I didn't see her looking for her parents and the buses were at the
far end of the parking area I knew something wasn't right.  It was time
for me to clarify what I suspected was the case.

"Aren't your folks coming to get you, Debbie?"

Staring at her feet and fumbling with the bottom hem of her dress rather
nervously with her free hand she shook her head twice.

"How do you get home, Sweetie?"

"I gotta walk."

It was a risk for me to offer, but I didn't like the idea of a little
girl walking home alone.

"Would you like to ride with my little girls, Kay and Shay, so I can
take you straight home?"

I could see it written all over her face, that oft-spoken warning that
all caring parents should drill into their children's heads, "Don't
accept a ride from a stranger!"

When she grew brave enough to look up and speak she barely uttered a
whimper.

"I ain't s'posed to."

An alternate solution for her safety and my peace of mind flashed into
my head.

"Where is your house, Angel?"

"That way."

She turned and extended her small free hand down the street in the
direction of Amistad Dam, but I kind of figured she wasn't related to
anyone at the water works agency.

"Is it far?"

"No.  Just four blocks."

My solution would work to both of our advantages, and I just hoped the
cops wouldn't think I was stalking two little elementary school girls
along the way.

"Okay ... I tell you what.  Would you like for Kay to walk with you all
the way home, and I'll follow behind you so you can both be safe?"

A little smile escaped her lips and an almost indistinguishable nod made
its way from her brain all the way to her neck muscles.  That was my cue
to rise to my feet, extract my keys, and lock my car.  All I had to do
after that was to extend one hand toward Shay and say two words to the
older girls.

"Let's go!"

With broad smiles on the older girls' faces and my youngest extending
both hands toward my face I knew Debbie and Kay would be happy walking
together and my youngest happier in my arms.  Debbie seemed proud to
hold Kay's hand and her attitude completely changed.  What had been a
very quiet and reserved little scaredy-cat became a vibrant chatterbox.
Between the two girls they gossiped, talked about their fellow students
and teacher, discussed the finer points of their school work, and acted
as if they'd been friends for years.  It felt good to see my oldest
orphan fitting in so well and so completely.

Just as Debbie said we walked four blocks away from their school and my
car, the distance not that daunting for a child of her age, and my car
clearly in view even from that meager distance.  As soon as she turned
down her sidewalk toward her front door I stopped and waited with Shay
near the street.  An older woman opened the door, greeted Debbie, and
even took the time to say 'Hi' to my slender Angel.  After Debbie and
Kay kissed we were off.

At the same sedate pace the three of us made our way back, my mind at
ease and my oldest pleased that she got to walk with her friend.  As
soon as we got back to my car I heard a whispered request in my left ear
for some biological relief, "Daddy, I gotta pee!"

With the school closed and our house too far away I got them buckled in
and headed for the nearest business with a public bathroom.  A small
neighborhood grocery was the perfect place, a quick pit-stop for my two
in a small bathroom meant for only one adult, and a chance for me to
claim a couple of nibbles for two precious little girls.  After emptied
bladders and washed petite appendages goes a small ice cream sandwich
each.  Sure, I normally didn't give them dessert before dinner, but I
could make an exception once in a while.

After we got home and I chased my moppets through the house toward their
rooms, I got them both stripped down to lovely bare skin.  While they
gathered their things and set everything onto the dinner table I got our
meal started.  We ate dinner on the patio with the sun warming our bare
bodies and then walked around in the enclosed compound naked once our
plates were emptied.  Neither of them seemed the least sexually
provocative at all the whole time, as if they'd gotten so used to living
as petite naturists.

My cock might have been firm and partially erect as I ogled my sexy
little babies, but neither of my charges touched me, or hinted that any
aspect of our nudity was unusual.  That changed after we got their
school work done, loud squeals and bright laughter the signal that
play-time was in session.  As I'd done many times before I chased them a
little bit, received glass-shattering shrieks when I caught them, and
then carried both of my girls to the living room couch so I could tickle
them until I heard those all-too-famous words, "Daddy!  I gotta pee!"

A nice diversion was when they encouraged me onto my bed before our
bath.  Instead of jumping right into my pleasing them Kay decided to
give me a nice little blow job, her little sister snuggling tight to my
body and watching and careful to take note of any important information.
Blasting that little minx in the mouth with my semen made her smile and
me groan, my tiny sex partner learning a lot more about my pleasure than
an eight year old is supposed to know.

I made love to Kay until the combination of her G-spot getting lots of
long slow strokes and her aching clitoris being played with using my
talented digits was too much.  Her rhythmic stutters and erratic whole
body convulsions was my signal to back off and let her rest.  A few
kisses, licks, and then tender munches on her silken vulva was the right
way to bring her down.

That's when I turned to my littlest one and leered at her.  Her grin was
immediately followed by her shifting away from me, lying down on her
tummy, and then arching her back so she could point her ass into the
air.  She knew what was coming next and was incredibly eager for our
immoral union.

Kay surprised me when she asked if she could tickle her little sister
like she had before, and I thought it was a rather nice idea.

"As long as we're quick because of school tomorrow, then okay."

Shay fainted from the ambitious nature of her older sister to have a
little fun and bring her little sister into our somewhat infrequent
three-way sessions.  My poor littlest girl must have been unprepared for
all the abuse, because when she came to she looked really dazed.  Once
she realized she was being carried into the tub for our bath she rested
her head against my body, stuffed her left thumb into her mouth, and
then closed her eyes.

We bathed, I washed their hair, I got to fuck Kay on my lap in the water
at least once, and then slowly did Shay in the ass doggy style with her
older sister looking on and smiling.  I knew I was twisting their minds
into believing what we were doing was normal, but I couldn't resist them
even for five minutes.  That might change if I had an adult sex partner,
but I had no interest in being thrown in jail.  Both of them slept in my
bed that night, all of us completely naked and anxious to touch whatever
soft bare flesh was within reach.

After I dropped them off at school the next morning I got a call from
Sarah, her cell phone number making me smile and then grow concerned.

<Ring>

"Hello?"

"Kevin?"

"Yes?"

"I can't spend all day away from the office, but I'd like to talk.  Can
you come by for a little while?"

I thought about it for a few seconds and took the chance that she didn't
have the police there waiting for me.

"Sure.  See you in a little bit."

Even before I could get comfortable on her professional couch she asked
her first somewhat intriguing question of the day.

"Kev, when you told me the other day that you'd been intimate with your
girls, were you trying to shock me?"

"Yes I was.  Were you?"

Her blush and averted gaze suggested she was.

"Please don't be angry with me, Kevin, but ... I've got a little secret
I need to share with you.  I know you could call the police on me for
telling you this, but I get the impression that you'd rather not say
anything 'cause of what might happen if anyone found out about your
taking Kay and Shay away from New Orleans."

I was terrified of what she might say and hoped she wasn't going to try
to blackmail me.  Even as an attorney with a secret she could still ruin
my life.  All I had to do was wait and look into her face.

"I know about you and your girls, Kev."

I could feel a wave of terror wash through me, but I kept my face as
inexpressive as I could.

"What do you know, Sarah?"

"That you love them."

I relaxed slightly, grinned, and shifted my position in her chair
slightly.  I don't know if she could read body language, but I couldn't
take the chance that she'd hit pay dirt.  The best thing for me to do
was to act calm, not provide any confirmation to her claims, and wait.

"That's not worthy of any newspaper headlines."

She looked up into my eyes and tried to keep her composure.  Her voice
was so soft I almost couldn't hear her.

"I wish I could love them too, Kev."

What I'd heard Aracelli tell me the day before must have been true,
because Sarah's rather blatant hint sounded vaguely like a female
pedophile with a guilty conscience and a strong need to spend lots of
time with yet more little girls than just her niece.

"You do?"

She nodded, and then said something that almost made me faint.

"My older brother, Mario, and I found out very early that we had a
strong need to be intimate, so he and I played doctor until we made love
a few times.  We kept doing that until I was eleven, but since I was
getting old enough to have periods, all we did after that was ... well
we ... used our mouths or I let him have ... my, uh, butt."

Well, well!  My naughty little tease in high school had been having
incestuous sex with her older brother and had been fucking him long
before I wanted to give her a ride on my pink rocket.  In spite of what
her father didn't want me to do with his virgin daughter, his son had
already been hammering with my then sixteen year old high school friend
and had complete vaginal sex for the last five years.

It might have been fun to ask her for lots of lewd and disgusting
details, but I needed to find out where she was going with her
admissions, so I remained quiet and attentive.

"Since we were so naughty and reckless we eventually got caught, but
thankfully she didn't say anything."

"Who was 'she', Sarah?"

"One of our cousins."

"What happened?"

"She said as long as she could play too, then she wouldn't tell on us."

"How long did it last?"

"Until she married my brother."

"Married?  I didn't think cousins were supposed to marry, especially in
Hispanic families."

"They're not, but when Norma got pregnant the only honorable thing for
my brother to do was marry her and take responsibility for his actions."

"Did that mess up your relationship with your brother or cousin?"

"Oh, NO!  We still did all kinds of stuff."

"When did all this happen, Sarah?"

"Which part?"

"Your brother marrying your cousin, Norma."

"About ten years ago."

That's when something clicked in my head.  The moment I looked at her
she blushed and averted my intense gaze.

"My niece Maria-Elena is the product of their immoral union, and I love
her and her sisters very much."

She shivered for a moment, wiped her brow, and then continued.

"I've been loving my nieces Maria-Elena, Lupita, and Aracelli since they
were babies, Kevin.  We've been intimate and would continue to be if we
wouldn't get caught, but I've had to tone my passions down quite a bit
since my brother ... "

That's when Aracelli's claim was established as fact.  Without my
realizing it I'd stumbled into my high school girlfriend's personal
brand of incestuous Heaven.  It was obvious the story was a long and
convoluted one, but I needed a little bit of clarification.

"Dare I ask if the uncle you referred to before with your nieces is the
same brother that you're talking about now?"

"Yes."

"What happened to him?"

"He was caught having oral sex with Maria-Elena by his wife and Grandma
Estella.  They freaked out and called the cops."

"I take it he's not walking the streets right now, is he?"

"No.  He'll be in jail for another seventeen years before he'll have a
chance for parole, but he's been labeled a sex offender and has been
ordered to stay away from his daughters."

"Do you still love him, Sarah?"

"Of course I love him, Kevin!  He's my brother."

"Are you planning on resuming your relationship with him when he gets
out?"

"I can't.  If he shows his face in Del Rio one of my uncles is gonna
kill him."

"Would you WANT to be intimate with him when he got out?"

"Not anymore.  It was fun when we were kids and young adults, but our
tastes have changed.  Once I found out what a little girl's body felt
and tasted like I'm not that interested in men ... at least all men."

"Is that why you haven't gotten married?"

"Well ... yes and no.  I'd still like to have some children of my own,
and I can't do that by myself or with a little girl.  I've also been
waiting for ... "

"What, Sarah?  Tell me.  You've already shared this much.  Tell me the
rest."

She looked me right in the eyes and never broke her gaze as she spoke.

"I've been waiting for you, Kevin.  I was hoping we'd have a chance to
find each other after your wife died, and when you called me my heart
nearly jumped out of my chest.  I've been praying for you to love me
like you did a long time ago, and when I saw how tenderly you've cared
for your little girls, I knew it was the right time."

"The right time for what?"

"To tell you the truth about me."

"And that truth is ... ?"

"Whenever I see your girls, Kevin ... I want to touch them, and love
them, and share intimate and quiet moments with them in the safe and
quiet solitude of our home."

"Our home, Sarah?"

"Kevin, look.  I can tell by the way you look at your girls that you've
really touched them like you said before.  I'm not sure if you've really
loved them or MADE love to them like you said, but I'm desperately
hoping you have, so I can be there with you, and watch, and ... "

"And what, Sarah?"

"And fondle them and lick them too."

I did my best to keep it all inside and was able to remain stoic and
reserved.  When her cell phone rang I knew our chat was over.

<RING>

"Hello?"

<pause>

"Can I call you back in a few minutes?"

<pause>

Under her breath and with her hand cupping the mouthpiece she softly
told me the caller didn't want to wait.

"DAMN!  Can we talk later, Kevin?  Please?"

"What would you like to talk about, Sarah?"

The look she gave me pretty much confirmed that asking about any part of
our conversation with somebody else hanging around was a bad idea.  Her
caller probably wouldn't have approved of our conversation anyway, so it
was time I made a graceful exit.  To throw her off guard again I rose
from her couch, approached her desk where she was supposed to have been
working, leaned forward, and kissed her.  I knew she wanted to keep my
lips as I delicately munched on her mouth, but the other person's voice
made it impossible to enjoy the moment.  My smile must have told her
that I liked having all sorts of useful data about an attorney who'd
already broken some state laws about adoption, child welfare, and
immoral sexual activities of the most intimate kind.

As I climbed into my car I began to put all of it together and kind of
liked how all the pieces fit.  My once timid and sexually reserved
little sweetheart in high school had been intimate with her older
brother from the time she was a prepubescent and flat-chested little
'angel' in her father's eyes.  She'd also had incestuous lesbian and
underage relations with her cousin, and then the daughters to that same
cousin, who'd married Sarah's older brother, lucky clod.  But the dork
couldn't tame his animal and began to extend his hunger to include his
own little girl and got caught by his wife and Gramma Estella.  The fact
that he'd fathered two other little angels after his first daughter was
born hinted that his oldest wasn't the only one he'd seen and touched.

The flood of immoral information made my head swim.  The only thing for
me to do was find some place very public for me to rest for a while and
wait for my girls to get out of class.

After I claimed my girls at school we went to the grocery store to pick
up some frozen items.  On the way home both of them were eager to share
their day, and I was the perfect audience the whole time.  Once we
arrived I helped them get undressed, we ate a nice if somewhat informal
meal, and then they settled into their homework.  With that out of the
way I held them against my body while we relaxed in the pool room after
enjoying a very tasty ice cream banana.

"Girls?  What do you think of Miss Sarah?"

"She's nice, Daddy!  "Yeah!  I wish she could come visit us, Daddy?"

"Really, Shay?  How come?"

"I don't know ... maybe I guess 'cause she has such pretty eyes and I
can tell she likes me and Kay a whole bunch."

"Likes you, Angel?  How does she like you?"

She hesitated for a moment, looked into my eyes as if to see how I might
react, and then snuggled against my neck.

"I think she wants to give me tingles like you do, Daddy."

Very observant little girl.

"How can you tell, Baby?"

"I dunno.  I guess the way she looks all nervous and twitchy when she
smiles at me ... kinda like you do when we're all nekked."

Sounded reasonable.  It also confirmed what I must have looked like
whenever I looked at someone else's little girl, too.

In a flash of inside I thought about something that seemed far-fetched,
but certainly plausible.  Sarah had apparently been after me longer than
I'd known, was doing her best to land her hooks into me ever since I
called her to help with Kay and Shay's adoption papers, and was holding
out hope that I'd crater under the pressure and fall in love with her
like I did back in high school.

It might have been reckless for me to even consider it, but bringing
Sarah into our small band of happy and private affairs would complement
our relationship, add a measure of normalcy because of an adult woman's
touch in mine and my girls' lives, and give my dark-skinned daughters a
more acceptable life, because Sarah was naturally tinted more like them
than me.  If I was brave enough to marry Sarah it would be that much
harder for the states of Louisiana or Texas to find ways to rip my girls
from my grasp, since I'd have my own attorney to work for me, pro bono.

How Kay and Shay would take another woman in our house wasn't known, but
their new Daddy having another sex partner might have been trouble.  The
fact that their new Mommy might want to spend just as much time in their
beds as I wanted my girls to be in mine was also disconcerting, but also
very intriguing.  It was time to test the waters, both of my naked girls
tucked against my body in our private pool

"If she could do more than just visit, how would you feel about that?"

"What do you mean, Daddy?"

"You girls said that you wanted to have a real mommy again, right?"

"Uh huh."

Both of their eyes got huge in an instant and must have surmised what I
was eluding to before I said anything.  It was Kay that removed all
doubt about some impending change to our relationships.

"Are you and Miss Sarah gonna be our Mommy and Daddy ... for real?"

"I don't know, Angel.  I need to know how YOU feel about it first."

"That would be kew-wull, Daddy!  Then me and Shay would have like our
own REAL family and you could do lots of neat naughty stuff to Miss
Sarah after you make us feel all tingly and good."

Apparently my worries about them being offended if I spent hours in bed
with Sarah were unnecessary.

"How would you feel if she wanted to make you feel all tingly and nice
like I do, Kitten?"

They both giggled behind cupped hands and then looked at each other.

"For real, Daddy?  You'd let Miss Sarah give us tingles and stuff?"

"If you wanted her to ... maybe."

Shay then piped up.

"But, Daddy?  What about when you make my bummy feel all super full and
really tingly like I like?  Miss Sarah ain't got no thingy like you do."

"That's true, Baby.  I guess that means I'm gonna have to keep doing
that, aren't I?"

"Is she gonna give us lots of licks and kisses on our peepees, Daddy?"

"Would you like that, Shay ... Kay?  Please be honest with me, 'cause
if you want us to be a real family for sure, then Miss Sarah can be your
naughty Mommy just like I'm your naughty Daddy."

They both hugged me incredibly snugly and then whispered into both ears
almost at the same instant.

"Can we have Miss Sarah as our new Mommy, Daddy?  Please?"  "Please go
get Miss Sarah so she can lick me too, Daddy."

That pretty much confirmed it.

Making love to Kay in the pool wasn't very smart because of the mess I'd
be sure to make, but fucking Shay in the ass was an even more reckless
notion.  Stroking that six year old in the ass outside the pool under
the tropical growth while her older sister tongued her clitty was the
epitome of carnal and immoral incestuous pleasure between preteen
sisters.  Something about their new naughty Mommy's impending arrival
must have excited them, because neither of them wanted me to stop.

Once they were tired enough after our bath to stay asleep I climbed out
of bed and walked outside to sit under that big Mesquite tree.  I'd sat
out there lots of nights before I'd claimed Kay and Shay as my adopted
daughters when I needed to think.  The night air was a little cool, but
not uncomfortable even as I sat on the bench completely naked.  For the
longest time I wrestled with how my life had changed since Katrina and
the kind of future my two dark-skinned babies were going to have, with
or without Sarah around to add or detract from our already wild and
adventurous family life.

What would living with an adult woman be like after all those years?
Was my perception of reality so skewed that we'd be like oil and water
from the first day she was around?  Would she want to make all sorts of
demands on me or my girls once Sarah was welcomed beyond the front door?
Was it possible she'd want to start making a bunch of changes to our
surroundings just because she felt so inclined?  Could she be trying to
work her way into my heart with lies and false promises just to get me
arrested and thrown in jail so she could have my girls, my home, and any
future I might have hoped for?

I hadn't anticipating watching the sun come up that next morning, but I
was too involved in my mental torture to realize the gradual change in
brightness.  When I saw the top of the opposite wall of my compound
being lit by a deep orange glow I snapped out of my self-induced
hypnosis and dashed inside.  I made it all the way into the house and
beyond the kitchen before I realized it was Saturday.  My girls could
sleep in and we could spend the day talking, visiting, playing, and just
having fun together.

Neither one of them initiated any conversations about Sarah, their
preference to play, be tickled, and even help me with breakfast and
lunch by setting the table and then each carrying a small plate of food
for them to enjoy.  Their attitudes seemed normal and unaltered by any
chance of my inviting a lovely and slightly chubby Hispanic woman into
our realm.

Late one night while my girls were asleep in their own beds and I was
suffering from another night of stress-induced insomnia I opened the
combination safe that had all of my important papers, valuables, and
something that I was going to give my wife on a tenth anniversary that
never came.  After I extracted a small blue box I just sat there and
shook, my hands trembling at the thought of looking at a gift that was
supposed to be given to my loving and dedicated late wife.

I must have cried for almost an hour in the dark, a beautiful diamond
ring inside one hand and a small picture of her and my son in the other.
Yes, I missed them both, but in claiming Kalitha and Shalaya while I was
doing volunteer work in New Orleans right after Katrina swept through
I'd made the first of a whole series of changes to my future, and my
late wife and son were no longer a part of that future.  It hurt to
admit that to myself, but I'd already let them go and staying childless
or single for the rest of my life was selfish and downright cruel to a
few very special people.

Sure, there were all sorts of benefits to the intimate nature of my new
family and potential wife, the least of which was more sex than I could
ask for in an overseas brothel, but was I doing the right thing?  Was it
possible that I could love Sarah all over again, not just in spite of
but because she shared a private fascination that neither of us was
brave enough to talk about before I'd found my girls?  About the only
smart thing I did that night was put some plans into play that would
seal my fate and take me down a path that I'd never considered before.

That next Wednesday after I'd dropped the girls off at school I ventured
to the nicest jewelry store in town.  The appraiser surprised me when he
told me how much the ring was now worth, almost three times what I'd
originally paid for it.  To make the deal even sweeter when I asked him
if he'd consider discounting one of the other diamond engagement rings
he had he offered me such a nice deal that I couldn't refuse him.  The
one I picked out just happened to be a stone/setting set that he wasn't
able to move because it was too rich for most local peoples' blood.

I didn't want to 'hock' my late wife's ring like that, but I certainly
couldn't give it to Sarah.  I'd know, she might find out, and it was
just a bad idea to re-gift something so intimate.

Before I knew what happened I was walking into Sarah's office that
Friday afternoon with Kay and Shay's hands in mine.

"Kevin!  Hi girls!  What are you three doing here?"

Rather than drag it out and think about the words another fifty times I
walked around her desk, positioned the girls alongside, got down on one
knee, took the ring out of my right pants pocket, hefted the mountain of
perfect crystalline carbon and bright gold into the air, and just
blurted out what I'd been practicing to myself for about three days.

"Would you marry me, Sarah?"

Rather than answer the first thing she did was cup her mouth and start
crying.  The second thing was for her to throw herself into my arms
without claiming her ring.  The third thing was for her to reach around
my girls ... our girls and hug them tightly between us.  By the time I
got around to slipping the ring onto her finger all three of my girls
were sobbing with wide smiles on their faces, and my knee hurt from
being pressed into the Saltillo tile of her office floor.

We ate dinner in town that night, the same restaurant where I'd teased
Sarah about proposing to me.  After dinner I followed Sarah home, waited
for her to pack a small bag for a weekend visit, and then brought an
adult woman to my home for the first time.

Rather than our night or any part of the weekend looking or sounding
like a wild orgy I had the girls sleep in their own beds while Sarah
slept with me.  They knew to wait and never made a fuss.  By the time
that weekend was over Sarah and I were staring into each others' eyes
and I knew my first choice should have been my lovely little brown baby
in high school.

The next month flew by, our long and very detailed conversations ranging
from prenuptial agreements, the nature of our sexual relationships, if
she had the right to make any changes to my home and surroundings, her
desire to keep practicing law in Del Rio and my desire to resume my
volunteer work.  By the time we got to whether we'd be able to continue
to have sex with Kay and Shay I knew we'd finally resolved everything.

It was on a rather hot and bright day in August that I walked down the
aisle with my new bride and our precious bridesmaids, all of them decked
out in white and looking like angels.  The contrast in color between
their faces and their gowns might have stirred a few folks to offer
unkind words, but the crowd was filled with all sorts of natural hues,
many of Sarah's relatives just as dark as Kay was.

Our wedding night wasn't like anything I could have imagined.  I got to
undress Sarah first, the only things I let her keep on were her white
thigh-high elastic stockings and her veil.  Next I curled my right index
finger toward me repeatedly, Kay smiling so wide it looked like her face
might hurt.  Rather than me undress our oldest daughter, I let Sarah
strip our nine year old little minx down to her white pantyhose.  Shay
wanted me to undress her, so I did my best to go as slowly as I could,
but as fast as I dared.

With our daughters right next to us in my once lonely king-size bed I
made love to Sarah until she couldn't take anymore and I made a mess of
the bed and both of us.  The next thing was to nestle one naked little
girl onto Sarah's face and for me to tug an anxious and very happy
little latte-colored angel onto mine.

On Shay's eighth birthday she, her older sister, and horny Mommy
proclaimed it was time for me to turn our youngest into a woman.  It
took some doing and lots of lubrication, but by the time the deed was
done I had three women to love in any way I wished.  The fact that Sarah
liked it from behind wasn't shocking, until her oldest daughter wanted
to make her new naughty Mommy feel good in a whole new way.  For Sarah
to faint while Kay was licking her Mommy's clitoris and fondling her
shaved pussy while I stroked my wife's plump brown butt was a real
celebration in hedonism.

Sarah's nieces have been at our house dozens of times, the sight of
naked tanned, brown, latte, and dark brown little girls so rewarding I
couldn't help but love them as much as I could.  For Sarah to openly
give me her nieces and for them to eagerly want to be my special and
private girlfriends fulfilled a part of my life that I'd never known was
devoid of satisfaction and happiness.  Even Aracelli was allowed to do
everything her older sisters and new cousins wanted to and liked to be
my youngest little playmate and sex partner.

To watch at least four of our five girls fondling, licking, and pleasing
each other in the nude inside our house was a new kind of torture, but I
never once interfered when they wanted to go play girl games alone.
Thankfully at least one and sometimes two of them would find their way
into Sarah's and my bed, a small body between or on top of two adult
ones just enough to encourage more a little later on.  I was wickedly
sexy to make love to one of those permissive angels with my wife right
there and helping or having her own fun.

It took a while, but Sarah eventually let me take off on my first
volunteer trip in a long time.  The fact that I'd converted a large and
new tow-behind trailer into my portable radio rig and was driving a nice
40 foot Class-A RV with my whole family behind or beside me confirmed
that I'd never be alone ... or find any more orphans to bring home.

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