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Smiling Eye Contact

							            By Oral Pleasure 4 U
Chapter 1

She was leaning against the wall a few feet from the door of the men’s restroom as I exited. I smiled at her as I passed, heading toward my office.

It being Saturday, the office building was nearly empty, so I noticed right away when she fell in step a few feet behind me. That piqued my curiosity.

She was dressed in a sundress, which flattered her very well. She is Caucasian and looked about 14 or 15, short, black hair, fair skin with not a blemish showing. She was built well for her age – one could tell that she would turn heads once she was fully developed (hell, she already turned my head!).

I slowed my pace a bit, just to see if she would pass me. Nope, she stayed right behind me…

Me? I’m African-American, 25, standing a good 6’1”, and weighing in at an even 200 pounds. My skin color is light ebony; I have my hair cropped short, and trimmed evenly. Nice features – one could tell that I took pride in my looks and that I worked out regularly.

I reached my office and unlocked the door, holding it open for her. I smiled at her as she passed; she returned my smile, looking me directly in the eye.

“What can I do for you today?” I asked as I closed the door.

Never taking her eyes off of mine, and continuing her smile, she reached behind me and locked the door. In a single, fluid motion, she sank to her knees in front of me, unzipped my zipper, and fished out my cock.

“What the he-” I started.

She buried her nose in my pubic hair, still smiling and looking in my eyes. She started to slowly wrap her tongue around my shaft, gently massaging the glands. I couldn’t help it – my cock started to grow – and grow – and grow!

It reached the entrance of her throat – I knew that it would grow more. She did a swallowing motion with her throat, taking my cock in without even a gagging sound.

Still not moving her head – and still smiling at me, she continued with her gentle blowjob. I grabbed the back of her head to hold her in place, and pushed against her pretty face.

She knew then that she had me hooked.

“Oh, god! Jeeze! I’m gonna cum!”

She finally moved her head, pulling back. She obviously wanted me to cum in her mouth, so that she could taste. I obliged, and spurted, and spurted, and spurted!

Her eyes widened at my intensity, but they never left mine.

When I finished, she made sure that my cock was cleaned, and gave the tip a gentle kiss as she rose to her feet, facing me.

“Wha – what do you want?” I asked.

Her smile increased, and her eyes never left mine. She hooked her thumbs into the straps of her dress and dropped it to her feet. She stepped out and at the same time, stepped out of her sandals.

God! She was even more beautiful than I had imagined!

I gave a low whistle. “And shaved, too!”

Her eyes told me that she appreciated the compliment. She stepped forward, grabbing my still surging cock and rubbed it up and down her slit.

My mouth dropped. “How old are you? 12, 13?”

She shook her head.

“14?”

Again she shook her head.

“15?”

She nodded, her eyes never leaving mine.

“Oh, shit! I know I’m going to go the hell for this, but I can’t help it!”

She backed up, leading me by my cock. She sat back on the arm of the couch and spread her legs – her eyes giving me the go-ahead.

I smiled. “You obviously like oral…”

She nodded, and guided my face to her promised land. I didn’t need instructions…

She gasped as my tongue alternated between delving deeply into her love canal and twirling around her clit.

“Mmmfftt!” came from her – the first sound I heard her emit.

She pulled me tighter against her pussy, and started thrusting at me. Her pressure increased, and she threw herself at me, arching her back and squealing. She thoroughly wet my face – I loved every drop.

I pulled away – her eyes were still on mine. Her chest was heaving, making her breasts gently sway. I lightly bit one – causing the nipple to harden and grow. I bit the other with the same response. She continued to smile at me.

I picked her up; she guided my cock to her entrance and wrapped her legs around me. I slammed into her, causing her to gasp. But I was pleased as she also thrust at me just as hard as I did her – and increased her speed and force. She leaned back, her arms out to each side, and, still looking in my eye, she literally screamed as she had the most violent orgasm I had ever seen a lady experience. I came again, even more forceful than earlier, which surprised me greatly.

I held her in mid air, her legs still wrapped around me, as she again smiled at me, her eyes never leaving mine.

As we calmed down, I gently put her back on the floor. She stood before me, her arms behind her, my jism leaking from her beautiful pussy, running down her legs. She was still smiling, her eyes still on mine.

I dropped to my knees and cleaned her, causing another, much more quieter squeal after a few moments.

“Again, what do you want?” I asked.

Her answer: a smile.

“Lemme ask you another question: Would you like to come home with me – meet my roommates?”

She nodded, still smiling, still looking in my eye.

Chapter 2

In my Porsche, I looked at her, finding her still smiling and looking me in the eye. I returned my attention to driving, and began: “Ok, I think that I have you figured out. You are obviously in a learning mode. You know that sometimes you can learn more by keeping silent than by talking, telling your partner exactly what you want him/her to know. So, you are answering yes or no questions only – with a nod or a shake of your head.

“How am I doing so far?”

Still smiling, her eyes registered surprise.

“Hah! I thought so!

“In business, communication is the quickest way to get something done. To learn more about a particular person who may be involved in a business deal with you, asking questions and receiving answers is the best way to get a feel for that person. A wise businessperson will then investigate and verify before accepting any contract or deal.

“Your method works well, too – albeit a little slower – and not recommended for business, but more on a personal level. And you must know a bit about the person you are dealing with.

“Hmmmmm,” I said, as I screwed up my face.

I turned to her. “You already know a little bit about me – I remember seeing you on a few occasions, over the past few days. You want to learn more about me before letting me learn about you!

“Right?”

Her smile lessoned a bit, her eyes were still looking into mine, but they plainly said, “Please don’t stop with me yet…”

I smiled to her and held out my hand. She grabbed it and held it just above her left breast, a look of relief on her face.

I smiled at her again, as I turned into the drive leading up to my apartment complex, stopping at the gate.

“I’m betting that you knew that I live in this apartment complex, but you don’t know exactly which apartment. You weren’t able to get past the gate…”

Her smile increased, and she nodded.

I entered my code to open the gate, and proceeded – parking in my designated spot.

“Please stay where you are,” I asked, as I exited the car. I went around and opened the door for her.

“By now, I think that you know enough about me to understand that you will not be harmed, that you are safe…”

She exited and took my hand, looking up at me, smiling.

I led her to my apartment, unlocking the door. We entered to find my brother in his workout clothes, seated in an easy chair, reading the newspaper. He looked up at our entrance, immediately spotting my guest.

“Well, hello! And, damn, you are cute!”

Turning to me, he asked, “Chad, just who have you brought home?”

“The sweetest young lady I have ever met. I’m sorry, Ted, but I don’t know her name yet. She’s not very talkative – she’s in a learning mode,” I responded.

Ted nodded as I gently pushed the young lady forward. “Sweetheart, this is Ted, my younger brother. He’s the ‘Theodore’ you see listed on our office door, running the real-estate investment portion of our enterprise.”

“Hi!” Ted responded to her, putting his paper down.

The girl stepped forward, stopping to stand in front of Ted. She studied him for a bit.

“Don’t worry, Ted – she won’t bite or strike you. I will warn you that she is damned perceptive, though…”

Ted nodded, smiling at the girl.

She suddenly returned his smile, and placed her hand on the side of his face, gently stroking.

“I think that she likes you, Ted,” I said, grinning.

“Well, I certainly hope so – and I wouldn’t do anything to destroy that!” just as my sister entered the room, completely nude and with a towel wrapped around her head, drying her hair.

Chapter 2

She stopped suddenly, within a few feet of entering the room, after spotting the young lady.

“Chad!” she exclaimed, as her hands stopped massaging her hair. “Who have you brought home?”

“To be honest with you, El,” I said, “I really think that she brought me home…”

Upon spotting Elizabeth, the young lady grabbed my hand with both of hers, looking up at me with concern.

I put my finger under her chin, so as to keep her attention. “Don’t worry, My Sweet. She’s not my wife, nor my Significant Other. She is my younger sister. However we do enjoy a special relationship.

“Ted and I are the only males that she will permit to touch her. She is the reason that neither of us has married – and we are the reasons that she hasn’t married.

“Admittedly, the three of us are young – I’m 25, Ted is 23, and El is 20. We have enjoyed our special relationship since El was 13 – when she literally seduced both Ted and myself…”

The young lady visibly relaxed, thanking me with her eyes – which were, once again, looking squarely in mine.

“Allow me to explain…

“El considers herself to be a lesbian. Neither Ted nor myself agree, as she literally enjoys both of our cocks. She will not permit another male to get close to her. But, she will jump all over a receptive female.

“Ted and I consider her to be bi, but with a strong preference to her own gender.

“I tell you this because I really think that you understand…”

She turned to El and smiled, with her arm around me.

“Chad, won’t you introduce us?” El asked.

I smiled. “Sweets, this is mine and Ted’s younger sister, Elizabeth – Elly to her friends, El to those of us close to her.

“El, I’m, sorry, but I don’t know the young lady’s name – she is in a learning mode. I don’t yet know the reasons, but I do have a strong suspicion…

“She answers yes/no questions with a nod or shake of her head. She wants to get to know us, but without exposing herself to us – by ‘exposing,’ I mean that she doesn’t want us to learn about her – at least, not until she is ready.

“I have decided to respect that.”

The young lady pulled me closer to her, again, looking into my eyes. She smiled – I smiled.

With her arm around me, she returned her attention to El.

As El had come closer to her, she knelt on one knee in front of her. She smiled.

“What is your name?” El asked.

“Sara,” was the immediate response.

I gasped, surprised that she even answered!

El’s exquisite body had mesmerized Sara. Beautiful breasts, long legs, very shapely ass. Sara seemed most interested in her bush, which covered her pussy with tight curls.

El rose. Holding her arms out, she slowly twirled.

“What you see is what you get,” she said.

Sara pulled away from me. She hooked her thumbs into her sundress, and dropped it. Standing in front of El, she stepped out of her sandals.  Holding her arms out, she slowly twirled.

“What you see is what you get,” she responded, with conviction.

El gasped.

“You have the most beautiful pussy I have ever seen!

“You’re what? 15?”

Sara smiled.

El smiled, and then confessed. “I have always wanted to shave myself, but no one has encouraged me.

“I’m betting that if you help me, my pussy will be as attractive as yours…”

“To the people that matter to you, yes,” Sara replied.

El looked at her. After a moment, “You matter.”

Sara immediately sank into my arms. She looked to me. I nodded encouragement.

As the two of them walked – arm around each other – down the hall, El turned.

“Please, let this be between just the ladies…”

Both Ted and I smiled. We waved, as I made my way to the refer for a couple of brewskies…

Chapter 3

As I handed Ted a beer, I said, “I have a few messages for you – some that you may be excited to know. You may want to go in tomorrow to get a head start on them…” as I handed him his messages.

He read through them, and turning to me, he smiled. “Yes, I will go in tomorrow. But not until we have solidified Sara…”

“Ahh – you have the same suspicions that I do. She has orchestrated this – she has a master plan…”

“Yes. I do wonder, though, if El has any idea…”

I smiled to myself. El knows more about the two of us than any other human being on this planet. “Not for long,” I thought to myself…

About this time, we heard a scream of pure pleasure from the bedroom. El had apparently given Sara a ‘sneaky’ preview of her most valuable asset as a female to another female – her long tongue.

Ted and I smiled at each other. In another few moments, another scream of pure pleasure as Sara reached climax.

Ten minutes later, a more subdued squeal – this one from El, as Sara brought her off.

Ted looked at me. “Apparently, she is good. I’ve never heard El squeal like that with a female as a partner, or so soon…”

We finished our beers, put down the empties, and walked down the hall – an arm around each other.

We entered the bedroom to find both El and Sara cuddling each other – their faces glowing with the “fresh fucked” look, and quite happy.

“Ladies,” I began, “if you would allow us to join the two of you, we can promise even more joy…”

Both Ted and Sara looked to me. I nodded my assent. “Ted, be prepared – she is good…”

As I settled with El, she looked to me. “She’s better than I am, huh?”

“El, please – number one, don’t sell yourself sort. Number two, each of you have completely different styles. Both pro’s and con’s. And, finally, number three,” as I leaned to her, entering her at the same time, I whispered in her ear so that the others wouldn’t hear, “I’m in love with her. And I know that she loves me, too.”

El playfully smacked me. “Damn you! You’ve denied me the pleasure of getting out my sledge hammer!”

I grinned as I started to give her the pounding of her life. “Have – I – ever – needed – the – sledge – hammer?” I asked, in between thrusts, as I pumped and pumped.

“Hell – noooooooooooo – ooooooooo!” she yelled as I filled her pussy with cum, causing her to thrust at me, arching and screaming.

Sara also thrust up at Ted, squealing loudly as she orgasmed, causing Ted to burst forth.

The four of us collapsed on the bed.

“Sara,” I said.

She immediately came to me, straddling my face. I cleansed her pussy, sucking my brother’s cum from her. She squealed and squealed – and squealed again!

Ted cleansed El’s well-fucked pussy, causing her to thrash about the bed wildly.

As I held Sara, she said, “Chad, I’m in love with you. And I also love Ted and El. Is this normal?”

“I know how you feel about me, Sweetheart. And I’m sure that you know how I feel about you.

“But you will need to ask – or, at least, inform Ted and El about your feelings toward them. That’s a different kind of love, Sweetheart…”

Both Ted and El encircled Sara. Hell, she was purring!

Chapter 4

El woke, and stirred Sara. “Come, let’s clean up and prepare dinner. Let the boys sleep and rest a bit – if they want desert after dinner, they will need to put their best front forward!”

Sara giggled as she got up. She encircled El’s waist as they proceeded to the shower – a quick rinse was all that was needed. They toweled each other off and, with an arm around each other, went to the kitchen – both still nude.

El showed Sara where everything was, and explained tonight’s dinner menu. “OK with you?” she asked.

“Yes! Just tell me what you want me to do…”

They started the preparations, getting the proper pots and pans ready, cooking utensils, and prepping the veggies.

Sara stopped. “El, you know how I feel about him, don’t you?”

“Yes. And I know that he feels the same toward you.”

“You’re not offended, are you? I mean, I’m not stepping on your toes, am I?”

“Oh, hell, no! Sara, My brothers and I do share a special relationship – one that is not common in our society. However, you fit right in. Chad apparently thought that you would, otherwise he would not have brought you here. He took a big risk in that all of us would feel about you the same way.

“Hmmmmm, maybe not a huge risk, but a risk anyway. Chad is too smart for his britches sometimes,” El smiled.

“Anyway, Sara, he knows me – and his brother. He is highly intelligent!”

“Yes. That is the reason I picked –” she stopped. “Oh, shit!” Sara exclaimed. “That’s the reason I was silent for so long! I didn’t want to…”

El put her tools and veggies down. Turning to Sara, and putting her arms around her, she started, “I know, Sweetheart. I figured that you had an agenda – a master plan, if you will. And I know that Chad has also figured that out.

“Moreover, I’m sure that Ted has as well…”

Sara melted against her. “I’m going to have to explain myself…”

“Yes, Sara. But please wait until after dinner. OK? That way, you will only need to explain once – and believe me, we will be more receptive then. Of course, Chad will be receptive to you 24/7. I hope that you realize that…”

Sara looked up at El. “Yes, I do. Jeeze, my hopes are so high right now…”

El one-armed hugged her. “I don’t think that you have a thing to worry about,” she said, smiling at her.

* * * * *

About thirty minutes later, El gave Sara a gentle swat on her butt. “Go get the boys up – tell them that clothing is taboo. OK?”

Sara smiled and ran off.

The four of them sat around the table in the kitchen – very informal – especially as they were all nude. Conversation was light – mainly chitchat, with the occasional question directed at Sara in an attempt to get to know her better.

Surprisingly, Sara was very comfortable…

When they finished, Sara and El cleared the table, rinsing the dishes. They returned, with El re-filling the wine glasses for Chad and Ted, while Sara re-filled her’s and El’s ice tea glasses.

“Well, ladies. That was an excellent dinner. What’s for desert?” Ted asked.

“That depends on how you and Chad respond to Sara. She has something to say…” El said.

Chad immediately put his wine glass down. “Sweetheart, by now you should know that you can speak to me about anything – anytime!”

Ted chimed in. “And you will never have anything to fear from me…”

Sara smiled. “Yes, gentlemen – I know that. And,” as she turned her attention to El, “I also know that I can trust you, too.

“But all of you deserve to know why I am here,” she said, as she returned her attention to all. “I really don’t know how to begin – I guess I’ll start with a bit of my family history – it is important.

“My mother is a prostitute – has been for as long as I can remember. She, however contracted the HIV virus and, consequently, resorted to servicing clients just with HIV or AIDS. She would inform them that she had the HIV virus and would only do them bareback. I gathered that this way, she would weed out those that just wanted a quickie.”

Three gasps were heard around the table. Chad, thoughtfully, said, “Hmmm. Seems that she found a niche – hell, even AIDS patients have needs…”

Sara smiled. “Yes. And her income quadrupled because of that.

“Now, let me introduce my father – if you could call him a father.

“He was an alcoholic – unable to hold a job for long. He refused to have sexual relations with my mother after she contracted HIV. He was scared as he was, supposedly, clean.

“But, even he had needs. When I had just turned eleven, he entered my room after my mother left for a customer. He was naked, his cock jutting out in front of him. I knew immediately that I wasn’t going to like what was to happen – and I knew that it would happen.

“I got out of bed, facing him. He was a violent person, having in the past physically and sexually abused both my mother and me.

“’Remove your clothes,’” he demanded.

“I started to do so, as I knew not to antagonize him, but I said, ‘Dad, please – not this way. This isn’t the way I want it…’

“He slapped me. ‘Get your fucking clothes off, you fucking bitch!’ he screamed.

“I complied.

“’Now get on your knees and suck me off!’ he commanded.

“I did so. I kept at him until he came in my mouth.

“He smiled to me. ‘Now, get in bed, on your back, and spread your legs wide – I’m gonna fuck you to tears!’

“And he did – literally, as I was a virgin at that time. He slammed into me, not caring what I was feeling – not about a damn thing.

“He hurt me – badly.”

Sara put her head in her hands, crying. Chad made to move to her, but El held him back. “It will be better,” she whispered to him. Chad nodded.

After a few moments, Sara looked up. She continued, “After that initial rape, he would come to me nightly. He would want a BJ, a fuck, mostly both, depending on my cycle.

“The strange thing is – and I mean ‘strange!’ – I began to enjoy his visits. His cock did taste wonderful. And he was a nice enough looking man. However, he wasn’t what I wanted.

“Although he was careful when he came to me when Mom was home, one night I must have brought him off a wee bit more than he would have liked. He made a loud noise as he ejaculated.

“My mom entered my room. ‘What the f-!‘ she exclaimed.

“To make a long story shorter, my father lay dying on the sidewalk two days later – a victim of a drive-by shooting.

“When the gunfire rang out, I immediately hit the floor. My mother never moved – she continued her knitting.

“Gunfire wasn’t unheard of in my neighborhood, but it wasn’t common.

“When it was over – within five seconds – I ran to the window.

“’Mom’, I started, looking at her.

“She had tears running down her face. But she didn’t get up.

“I knew immediately. I sat, with my own tears. But I remained quiet.

“In about an hour, a police detective knocked on our door. I answered. He took one look at me, then at my mom, still sitting, knitting, with tears running down her face.

“`I’m Detective Sergeant Raymond, Homicide` he said.

“’You know,’ he said to me. I nodded. ‘Has he ever hurt you or your mother?’ he asked. I nodded again. He went to my mother. He took both of her hands into his – essentially stopping her knitting. He said, ‘I have a daughter her age, too. I want you to know that I would probably do the same, only personally. And I know that the key would be thrown away…

`I have to do the basics. But I don’t have to try hard.’  She acknowledged him, smiling. ‘Thank you,’ was all she could muster at that time.”

“`I won’t stumble over anything by accident, will I?’ he asked.

”My mother shook her head.

“He stood and smiled to her. `Please, don’t worry. I know of you, and what you are doing. I applause, because you are filling a niche. You will not be bothered.’”

Sara looked at each of us, in turn. “And she hasn’t been bothered since.”

* * * * *

Sara looked to me, wanting acceptance. Hell, that was a gimme – I took her into my arms and held her tight. She cried into my shoulder.

My siblings were silent, giving Sara their respect.

After she calmed down, she began again. “Anyway, I –“

“Hush,” I said. “We’ve figured out the rest.”

She rose and looked to me. “Yes, all of us,” I said, smiling at her. “We aren’t exactly stupid – just plain stupid!” I said with a grin.

She threw herself around me again, again crying into my shoulder. “You knew?” she asked.

“Not precisely, Sweetheart. But we knew that you had an agenda.”

She rose; looking at me, tear marks streaming down her face. “You realize that I would marry you in a heartbeat?” she asked.

I laughed. “Thanks for not asking me to ask you.

“But, yes, I do. However, I want to ask you to wait until I do ask – it’ll be shortly after your eighteenth birthday. That’s a promise.

“Until then, ‘what you see is what you get’” I said, grinning.

“Chad! Oh, Jeeze! God! I’m so happy!”

I gathered her in. She melted against my chest.

“Chad?” she started.

“Yes, Hon. We need to plan for your future. That is the reason you picked this family, right?”

“Yes. I need you. All of you…”

“And that’s just what you are going to get!

“El?”

“Yes!”

“Ted?”

“You’d better believe it!”

I grinned.

Chapter 5

“Family meeting,” El called out.

Sara looked concerned. “Should I leave for a bit? Perhaps to the bedroom?” she asked.

“Not on your life,” El stated. “As of now, you are part of this family! The decisions that we need to make do concern you – in fact, at the moment, you are central! For that reason…”

“Sara,” I said. She melted into my arms.

“I knew,” she said. “I just knew…”

She looked, again, into my eyes. “I believe that I fell in love with you during my research. I just didn’t realize it – didn’t recognize it for what it was.

“Consequently, I met your siblings. Little did I know…

“Anyway,” she said, “I changed my mind – my agenda. Chad, I have special feelings for you, but I didn’t recognize them for what they were.

“On the other hand,” she said, as she looked to both El and Ted, “I suddenly realized that I needed your entire family.

“Chad, do you understand what I’m trying to say?”

“Yes, I think that I do. But, please, tell us the details…”

Sara sighed.

Taking a deep breath, Sara continued. “Chad, I had already explained that my mother has AIDS. Well, that affliction took a turn for the worse – she entered the advanced stages. Her doctors informed her that she had less than six months.”

“Sara, how long ago was that?”

She looked to me with surprise – not realizing that I saw through her meanings.

“Two months…”

“And how long have you been watching – researching me?”

“About two and a half weeks,” she answered, her eyes wide.

I smiled. “And to think that I only noticed you during the past 2-3 days…”

“That was on purpose,” she smiled.

Chad smiled.

“Chad, I realize now, after I have meet you and your siblings, that I love you, but I need your entire family. I need your love – the love between a man and a woman, but I also need nurturing. This is what El and Ted can provide.

“I need someone to take me in, to nurture – raise me, until I am ready to be a wife – your wife…” as she looked to each of us.

El covered one of her hands with her own. “Sara, we have a tremendous support system, and resources you wouldn’t believe. Let’s pow-wow…”

She continued, “Gents, in the morning, I suggest that we contact Mitch – Sara, he’s our family attorney.  I have a feeling, after we explain the entire story to him, that he will become involved. He can guide us in the legal jungle that we seem to be facing – not to mention that I have this feeling that he is already involved, but just doesn’t know it yet.”

Sara stared at her. “I don’t understand…”

“Sara, who guided you to our direction?” she asked.

Sara thought for a moment. “My Mom – to the person who I remembered as Detective Sergeant Raymond – Lt. Chief of police, now. He was the detective…”

“Yes, I remember your telling me who he was. Interesting…

“And his recommendations to you?”

Sara thought for a moment. “Lemme back up a bit. Lt. Chief Raymond was surprised to find me in his office. When his secretary called to inform him that he had an unscheduled visitor – me – he immediately canceled his appointments for the afternoon.

“After I was ushered in to his office, he took one look at me. ‘Beautiful,’ he said, ‘ just as I remember you.’”

“’I remember you, too. And I know what you did – I really apprecia –‘

“He waved me off. ‘Let’s walk down to the park – get a dog and soda?’” he inquired.

I nodded.

“After we finished our hot dogs, we settled down on a bench overlooking the lake. ‘I think I know what brings you to me. I want you to know of my sorrow…’

“’Hush,’ I said. ‘I know. I have felt an angel watching over me for the past several years. Please – I don’t want to go into the `system` - and my mother doesn’t want me to go in that direction either...

“’Do you have a suggestion?’ I inquired.

“He thought for a moment. ‘Yes.’ He named an office building, telling me to look on the fifth floor for a ‘Chadwick’ and a ‘Theodore’ on an office door. He told me to follow my intuition.

“I did just that. I found y’all…”

Sara looked at us.

El nodded. “He would know…”

Chapter 6

The following morning, Sara woke to El’s squeals as Ted was hammering her unmercifully.

I was asleep, but not for long – Sara woke me when she buried my morning woody in her mouth. God! I came almost as soon as I was awake! 

“You promise to wake me this way every morning?” I asked, with a grin.

“Oh, hell, yeah!” she exclaimed. “I couldn’t dream of anything else!”

I smiled as I flipped her over. Lining up, I slammed into her – she responded with her usual passion. She squealed her passion, her legs in the air, her toes pointed to the ceiling.

“Oh! God! Chad! I love you so!”

“I love you, too!” I exclaimed, as I emptied my load into her sweet pussy.

The four of us lay there in bed, recuperating. Finally, El said, “Sara?”

“Yes. I need you, too.”

They coupled, in the sixty-nine position. I looked to Ted. “Come, let’s clean up and then we can prepare breakfast – I’m cooking.”

As Ted and I exited the shower, we glanced at the ladies. They were still coupled, with low, muffled moans and squeals being heard as they cleansed the cum from each other’s pussies.

“I think that we did a good job!” as I put my arm around Ted, leading him to the kitchen.

* * * * *

“Chad, I need to call Mitch…” El said, as she was pouring our second cup of coffee.

“Yes, you do,” I responded. This would be the best time to catch him – on the way to church, but before he turned his cell off. “Tell him to bring his wife – and his briefcase…”

El smiled, pleased. “Oh, hell, yeah,” she said.

I laughed as El connected with Mitch. “We were working on where to go for lunch,” Mitch said.

“That’s easy,” El responded. “Chad is planning BBQ baby-backs, with potatoes and white corn-on-the-cob. Interested?”

“Oh, hell. In what do fish shit in?”

“About 1:00 o’clock?”

“Make it one-thirty – We need to stop by the house to change, and I need to pick up my briefcase…”

El laughed. “Done deal,” she responded.

* * * * *

I looked to Sara. “Wanna go to the store with me? El just volunteered my BBQ’ing abilities to Mitch and his wife…”

She laughed. “Oh, hell, yeah. Baby-backs, potatoes, white corn – sheesh! I wanna be a part of this…”

When we returned, El had the BBQ sauce prepared. I cut the three ribs in half and immersed them in the sauce to marinate. I showed Sara how to prepare the potatoes and the corn, letting her finish up while I lit the coals in the BBQ – it would be about 3 o’clock before everything would be ready.

El came to Sara. “Please, shave me? I want to be as attractive as you are…”

“To whom?” Sara inquired.

“To those that matter to me – you, Chad, Ted, and Connie (Mitch’s wife).”

Sara smiled. “I’d love to – but I get first inspection!”

El smiled. “You get all inspections!”

Sara knew exactly what El meant…

* * * * *

Mitch and his wife arrived precisely at 1:30. El answered the door.

“Gorgeous!” Mitch said, while attempting to slide his hand across El’s buttocks.

“Still trying to get into my panties?” El asked.

“Hell, I should try to stop – at my age, I’d probably have a heart attack if I succeeded!”

“You’d die a happy man!” Connie stated, grinning.

Connie hugged El, one hand enveloping a breast, while the other reached for El’s crotch.

El grabbed her. “Come with me!” she stated. “I have something to show you!

“She shaved me…” was heard as El led Connie to the bedroom.

* * * * *

“Aaaiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeee!” was heard from the bedroom.

Connie was apparently very happy with El’s freshly shaved pussy.

”Oh! God! Connie!”

They cuddled together.

* * * * *

“Gentlemen, I believe that that was our que,” Mitch said, as he rose from the lounge chair on the balcony.

Ted rose to follow, but Mitch stopped at the door, as I didn’t move. “Chad?” he asked.

“Mitch, I need to beg off – I think that you will understand when you learn why you are here. Besides, I need to watch the BBQ…”

Mitch studied me for a moment. He then nodded, and left, leading Ted.

Sara climbed into my lap, putting her head on my shoulder. “Chad, what’s going on?”

“Sara, Connie is one of El’s partners. What you just heard was Connie screaming her passion as El brought her off. El is now straddling Connie’s face, feverishly grinding her freshly shaved pussy. Connie will be spread-eagle on the bed – both arms, both legs spread wide.

“Mitch and Ted will enter the room, both stripping. Mitch will go first, entering Connie’s pussy very fast and hard. Connie wants to be treated as a slut (which she is NOT!) when she’s like this. Mitch will pound her as hard as he can – both will orgasm, with Connie lifting him when she arches.

“Ted will then enter Connie in the same way. His cock is a shade bigger, so Connie will feel him even though Ted will be madly fucking a very wet pussy. Squishing noises will be heard. When Ted cums, he will drive himself deep, causing Connie to again emit an, albeit muffled, scream.

“Normally, this would be when I enter. However, today, and from this day forward, I am committing myself to just you and El. There will not be any other women in my life.”

Sara rose and stared at me.

“Shhh! Let me continue,” I asked.

“What will happen next in the bedroom is that El will immediately pounce on Connie’s well filled pussy, flip her over and begin to cleanse her pussy. Mitch and Ted will approach Connie’s face, where she will cleanse their dripping cocks.

“There will be squeals and grunts. Then the three of them will saunter here – still nude, expecting lunch on the table.

“Wanna help?” I finished.

She rose, smiling. “Hell, yes. But first, I want you to know that today, and from this day forward, I am committing myself to just you, Ted, and El. And one more thing: I will not be with either of them unless you are present. Fair enough?”

“Yes! I love you!”

“Me, too!”

* * * * *

Lunch – um, ‘lunner’ – was a huge success. I had BBQ’d everything perfectly. Sara was very adept in setting the table, getting drinks poured, and stacking prep dishes and utensils for washing.

Sara served…

Conversation was light, with Mitch and Connie asking only the questions that would help them to get to know Sara better. Mitch knew that the nitty-gritty would happen after everyone had finished, and the kitchen was cleaned.

“God, Chad! That was good! And, Sara, you were superb! Have any experience in waiting tables?” Mitch asked.

Sara smiled (she does that easily, especially when she is happy!). “Thank you, Mitch, but no.”

“Desert will follow our conversation – tiramisu!” El announced.

Connie looked at her, pouting – for all of ten seconds, as El smiled at her.

I rose, looking at El, Connie, Mitch, and Ted. “This upcoming conversation, unfortunately, will be about business. And, equally as unfortunate, it is damned important. I would suggest more proper attire…

“The conversation will not begin until the kitchen has been cleaned.” I looked at the four of them. “Be advised that I will be helping Sara…”

I grinned as the four of them hurried off to the bedroom. Sara was giggling.

Chapter 7

When we finished cleaning the kitchen, Sara started to put wine glasses on the table. I stopped her, with a gentle swat on her behind. “You need a break, Sweetheart. I’ll finish this…”

Sara, smiling her thanks, hurried off to the hall bathroom.

I put four wine glasses out, two fresh bottles of wine – one merlot & one Riesling. I then put two glasses completely filled with ice, and a pitcher of ice tea on the table.

As I finished, Sara returned. She took both of my hands into hers and looked into my eyes, smiling. “I really appreciate you giving me this chance…” she began.

“Hush,” I responded. “It will work out.” I then gave her a loving kiss – just as the others entered the kitchen – with Mitch carrying his briefcase.

As they all sat, Mitch pulled out a tablet for note taking before placing his briefcase on the floor. Us three siblings – Ted, El, and myself – all knew that Mitch wouldn’t do this on a Sunday for anyone but us. Mitch looked at everyone, expectantly.

I looked at him. “Mitch, I really appreciate this – and you know that none of us would disturb you on a weekend without due cause. However, in this issue, time is of the essence.”

I then turned to Sara. “Sara, would you please tell your story one more time? For Mitch’s benefit?”

Sara spoke for almost 45 minutes, her eyes never leaving Mitch’s, nor his leaving hers. When she finished, he was staring at her – his mouth slightly open. Even Connie had a hand covering her mouth.

Sara buried her face into my shoulder, waiting.

I squeezed her slightly, as I looked at Mitch. “Sweetheart, be brave. I know he has a plan…”

* * * * *

“Indeed, I do…” Mitch began, when he was interrupted by Connie.

She reached an arm out, taking Sara’s hand. “Sweetie, no one on this earth deserves the cards that you have been dealt!”

Sara smiled her thanks. “There are a lot of people worse off than I am – unfortunately, most are children…

“I know that my mother loves me. I know that Chad loves me. And I know that both Ted and El love me and want me as their daughter. Y’all wouldn’t be sitting here now if all of that wasn’t true.”

Mitch smiled. “There are a lot more people that love you – otherwise, you wouldn’t be sitting here now!”

Sara again buried her face in my shoulder, crying softly.

“And you have hit the nail squarely on the head. Adoption is the best way to go in this case. However, it will be hard – for both you and your mother.”

Sara raised her head and looked at Mitch – square in his eyes. “How?” she asked.

“You, and your chosen family, will need to convince your mother that y’all are not taking you away from her.

“Hell, I will have to convince her of the same…

“We all need to convince her that we are attempting to provide for your future – for when she is unable to care for you…” Mitch hesitated. “For when she is gone.”

Sara stared at him, trying to absorb what he just said.

Mitch reached across the table to take her hand. “Hon, an adoption process is very lengthy. From what you have told me, we don’t have the time. However, I think that if we proceed first with a legal guardianship – with the intention to adopt, that we will prevail.

“What will be hard for you and your mother is that she will have to sign a document terminating her parental rights. Even though she would have to sign such a document if she were to give you up for adoption, in this case, she’s signing to give someone legal guardianship while completing the adoption process. She wouldn’t have to sign such a difficult document if she simply passed away, leaving you to the ‘system’, as you put it…”

Mitch looked to each one of us. “Chad, Ted, El – we really need to go in this direction. I don’t think we have the time to do otherwise.

“Chad, I recommend that you don’t apply for guardianship – the type of love that you share with Sara is way too obvious. In fact, I don’t want to see you in a court proceeding regarding any phase of this!”

I must have looked stricken.

“Ted, we both know, even though your intentions are good, that you aren’t ready.

“El – how old are you?”

“Twenty,” she replied.

“Not good, but it is not insurmountable. When will you be 21?”

“Next month.”

Mitch smiled. “Better. El, my recommendation is for you to apply for legal guardianship with the intention to adopt Sara. Would you do this?”

“In a New York minute!”

Sara again buried her face in my shoulder.

“Sara?” Mitch continued. “Would this be OK with you?”

“Yes!” was her muffled reply.

“Sara, I need a clear answer…”

She raised her head to look squarely into Mitch’s eyes. “Yes!” she repeated. “I need Chad, Ted, and El – I wouldn’t be happy without any one of them!”

Mitch leaned back, a satisfied look on his face. He looked to all of us. “Sara, from what you have told us, I believe that your mother knows of this family – in fact, she may even know of me.

“What is your mother’s name?”

“Natalie – Nattie,” she replied.

“As I suspected.

“Chad, Ted, El – there was a ‘Nattie’ in your father’s life. Yes, they were intimate, with Nattie filling a specific need for your father. Your mother knew of the relationship and approved, for she knew that she couldn’t fulfill that need.

“Nattie pushed your father away, claiming an illness,” he said, looking to each of us.

“She is a Caucasian. And you will find her name on the registries for your parents’ funerals. She attended both.”

The three of us gasped.

Mitch smiled. “We have one foot in the door…maybe a foot and a half!”

Mitch reached for the merlot, finishing the bottle. Taking a sip, he looked to his wife. “Hon, we should go – I have work to do…”

“Mitch,” she replied, “would it be OK if I stay for a bit? I have a project that I want El to complete. I promise, in about 2 hours? She can take me home. I think that you will approve of the results, plus that will give you alone time to get a head start on that work…”

Mitch smiled. “I was hoping…”

He looked to the rest of us as he rose, gathering his materials. “I have enough to finish the paperwork tonight. I’ll give y’all a call in the morning – I’ll want to meet your mother,” he finished, looking at Sara.

Sara smiled and nodded. “Thank you.”

Chapter 8

The following morning – Monday, Sara knocked on our bathroom door and tentatively opened the door.

“Chad?” she said. “Your cell rang. I answered – it’s Mitch.”

I had already completed two of the three S’s – shit & shower. I was preparing for the third – shave.

I smiled and opened my arms to her. She ran into my arms. “You don’t mind?”

“Sweetheart, I have nothing to hide. Yes, you may answer my cell at any time. In fact, you may do whatever you think is necessary to feel welcome…”

“I already feel welcomed. Chad, I know that you are not hiding anything from me. I just didn’t know what my own boundaries are…”

I gave her a slight kiss. “Sweetheart, your boundaries are the same as mine.”

She gasped, and gave me the most sincere kiss I have ever received.

“Mitch?” I said into the phone.

“Chad, you are one hell of a lucky man! Sara worships the ground that you walk on. Please, in this case, don’t destroy her feelings for you…”

“I have no intention of even coming close to doing that!

“What’s up?”

* * * * *

“I have completed the paperwork, and submitted overnight. The judge that I selected – not only because she knows of you – but she also knows that I wouldn’t select her unless the situation wasn’t dire – she wants a hearing at 11:00 AM – today!

“Chad, that indicates that she is on our side!

“Chad, I need the papers signed – not only by Sara, but also her mother by that time.

“Do you think that this is doable?”

“Yes – meet us at Sara’s apartment at 9:30. I know that Sara will sign. Plus, you have indicated that her mother will also sign – that she knows of us.

“Please, Ted, El and I will be there – she needs to meet the three of us. We need to reassure her that we aren’t taking Sara from her – that all we want to do is to let her know that we want to provide for her future.

“That is more important than a stupid court hearing…”

“Oh, I need you to understand that this hearing, and all others that follow with this judge will not be ‘stupid!’ This woman understands much more than the average judge in family matters.

“I’ll meet y’all at 9:30, at Sara’s mother’s apartment…”

Chapter 8

Later that morning, Mitch knocked on Nattie’s door. She opened the door, starting with, “I am officially out of the bus – “ when she stopped suddenly, recognizing Mitch.

Mitch smiled at her. “Hello, Nattie. I see that you remember me…”

“Yes, I do. I haven’t forgotten him…”

“As I thought.

“Nattie, I’m here on behalf of your daughter, Sara…”

Nattie gasped. She opened the door wider, “Please come in.

“How can I help you? And, in what capacity are you involved with Sara?”

Mitch told her Sara’s story – about her research in the family. “And El wants to adopt her…”

Nattie stared at him. “I must sit.”

After sitting, she turned to him, “How old is El now? 20?”

“Yes, but she will be 21 next month. She is highly intelligent, with a level head on her shoulders. She is two years ahead in her college studies. I know that she will guide Sara in the correct direction.

“And, even more important, the three of them, plus myself, want you to realize that we are not taking her away from you. She will be allowed unsupervised visits as often as either of you desire.

“And there is one more, equally important piece of information: Chad and Sara are in love. I mean real love. It is very plain to see – neither of them mentioned their love at all when speaking to me.

“El and Ted also love Sara, and Sara loves them. However, that love is the nurturing type of love.”

Mitch looked to her. “She needs both at this time of her life…”

Nattie stared at him. “I’ll want to meet them,” she said, after a moment.

“I figured as much,” as Mitch opened his cell. “The four of them are waiting out front…”

The connection was made. “Yes, come on in – as I figured, she does want to meet y’all…”

Within a moment, Sara opened the door, leading Chad in by his hand. “Mom…”

Nattie held up her hand, quieting her daughter. Nattie approached Chad, stopping just in front of him, and stared into his eyes. She smiled, putting a hand on the side of his face. “Spitting image,” she murmured.

Chad smiled. “Thank you,” he replied, knowing exactly to what she was referring to.

Nattie then went to Ted, looking him in the eye. She took one of his hands, and then went to El, looking her square in the eye. She smiled again, taking one of El’s hands. “I held each of you when you were born…”

El enveloped her in an embrace. “Oh, god!

“We are so sorry, but I promise…”

“Hush. I know of your sincerity. And I will approve of the adoption process.”

She then returned to Chad. “I see the love. I see your sincerity, too. You know that, if it were legal, I would sign any document giving my permission for Sara and you to marry…”

“Yes,” Chad replied, “But I would prefer that Sara wait until she is of legal age, to give her own consent…”

“I know,” Nattie said. She smiled, and then turned her attention to all.

“What’s next?”

Sara squealed and ran to her mother, jumping into her arms. “Please, sweetheart – gimme a break!” she laughed.

Sara buried her face into her mother’s shoulder. Nattie looked to everyone. “I can see the love that each of you have for Sara – and the love that she has for each of you. I know that she will be well taken care of. Thank you – I will rest easy.”

She turned to Mitch. “Nattie,” he began, “I have several documents that will need your signature – one of which will be extremely hard for you. It requires that you give up your parental rights – but, once again, I want to reiterate…”

“You don’t need to repeat yourself, Mitch. I believe you – and in each of you.

“I will sign your documents. And you will keep me informed?” she asked.

“Absolutely!”

Chapter 9

Eleven AM found Mitch, El, and Sara standing in front of Superior Court Judge Amy Goldstein. She had just entered her courtroom and was making a show of going through the court papers that Mitch had electronically filed the evening before.

She looked up. “The matter before the court is a request from a minor to be adopted. In reading through the paperwork, I do not find that the minor is requesting emancipation from her current parent, however, that parent has signed a document releasing her parental rights.”

She looked to Mitch. “Is this correct, Counselor?” she asked.

“Yes, Your Honor…”

She interrupted him, saying, “I see before me a minor and another young lady, who, I’m assuming, is the prospective adoptive mother – who is first requesting guardianship as, apparently, time is of the essence. This is highly unusual. Am I correct so far, Counselor?”

She again looked to Mitch. Smiling, she said, “And, by the way, it is good to see you again, Counselor.”

“Thank you, Your Honor. Yes, you are correct. The young lady requesting the guardianship/adoption is here. She is ready. The prospective adoptive parent is also here, and also ready.

“The birth parent is terminally ill, and cannot attend. That is the reason an emancipation request was not made. The minor – her name is Sara – has requested from the court that an emergency guardianship with the intent to adopt be granted for that reason.”

Judge Amy then looked to El, and then to Sara. Stopping with Sara, she smiled. “Firstly, let me express my sorrow for what you are about to go through.

“Secondly, I see that you are apparently of an age where you can understand what is happening, and that you are fully capable of making decisions concerning your future.”

“Thank you, Your Honor, I am – and I do,” Sara replied.

“I see that you have spent a considerable amount of time in researching this family – in order that you can make an informed decision concerning your future, without going through the Child Protection Services of this state. Correct?”

“Yes, Your Honor,” Sara replied.

Judge Amy nodded, very plainly saying – through her body language, “I don’t blame you.”

“I am impressed – not only with your research effort, but also with the family you apparently have selected – even though the ethnic backgrounds are different.

“Elizabeth, you are a mere, what? Six years older than Sara?”

“Yes, Your Honor…”

Mitch chimed in. “It is my belief, Your Honor, that a better parent cannot be found for Sara. Elizabeth is two years ahead in her studies at the university. She has a level head on her shoulders. And, she isn’t so old that she has forgotten her teenage years…”

Both the judge and El smiled at that.

“Moreover, Your Honor, the two of them love each other very much – it is a nurturing type of love, one that even Sara recognizes that she needs.

“In addition – I’m sure you know of this family – there is a tremendous amount of support from Elizabeth’s siblings. You know of their sincerity.”

“Points well taken, Counselor.

“Sara, your mother has signed a document giving up her parental rights. This is a serious document – it could be used in the future if the court decides against this request. Are you sure that you want to go through with this?”

“Yes, Your Honor. Mitch has explained the ramifications of that document to both my mother and to me. I feel confident – as does my mother, who also knows of this family.”

“I see.”

Judge Amy studied the documents again. She looked up. “Counselor, neither you, nor Elizabeth, nor Sara are aware that additional documents have been filed by a person or persons who have interest in this request. Would you like to review these documents?”

Mitch looked surprised. “Yes, Your H – “ when Sara interrupted him.

“Would those documents have been filed by Lt. Chief of Police Raymond?”

It was Judge Amy’s turn for a surprised expression on her face. “Yes…”

Sara smiled. “I will accept his recommendations.”

“Counselor?”

Mitch looked to Sara. She whispered to him, “He’s my guardian angel…”

Mitch looked to the judge. “Your Honor, my client has indicated that she will accept the recommendations of those documents.”

The judge rapped her gavel. “Court is adjourned. I will render my decision before the end of the day.

“Counselor, if you will come to my chambers after dismissing your clients…” She rose and exited.

Both El and Sara looked to Mitch. He smiled. “It went well. I have a feeling – Sara, you, and El, and your siblings, will receive the decision that you have requested.

“Sara, you were fantastic!”

“It’s OK, Mitch,” El said. “We have a doctors appointment and I want to get Sara re-registered in her school this afternoon.”

Mitch smiled. “Good move. And, thanks!”

Both El and Sara hugged him, and then they left. Mitch put his papers back into his briefcase.

* * * * *

As Mitch approached Judge Amy’s chamber, the bailiff knocked lightly on the door, and then opened it for him, not looking inside. Mitch smiled his thanks.

“I’ll move a bit down the hall,” the bailiff said.

Mitch entered, closing and locking the door. “Amy…”

She turned from where she had hung her robe, skirt, and blouse. She stood before him, wearing nothing but her bra, panties, a garter belt with black silk stockings attached. She smiled. “Mitch, it’s been too long…”

“Yes,” he responded, removing his sport jacket and sweater, tossing them on the chair by the door.

He approached her. She ran her fingers through his chest hair. “As soon as I noticed your request to be placed on my docket for this morning, I cleared all of my afternoon appointments…

“I left a few things on for you to remove…”

Mitch smiled. “I was hoping…” He then removed his shoes and socks, his pants, and his boxers – leaving himself completely naked, with his cock at full attention.

Judge Amy grabbed his surging cock. “There are reasons I keep returning to you…” she whispered, lightly stroking his full length.

Mitch put one arm around her, drawing her to him. He kissed her passionately, while, with his other hand, unsnapping her bra. He removed it, hanging it on her clothes tree.

Judge Amy was much older than Mitch, but she was in perfect physical condition. Her breasts – altho demanding attention, did not sag. She was not overweight in any manner. And, to hide her gray, she was shaved.

Judge Amy moaned as Mitch made his way southward – enveloping first one breast, and then the other. They both knew who he was, and responded accordingly.

Mitch smiled his approval. Continuing south, he stopped briefly at Amy’s navel station, causing her to grasp his head to hold him in place – she knew his final destination…

Mitch sank lower, to his knees. He hooked a thumb into both sides of her panties and gently pulled them down, exposing a glistening pussy – obviously very ready. He purposely caught a whiff of her odor as he had her step out of the panties. “Strawberries!” he exclaimed. He kissed her there…

“Yes!” as she grabbed his head again, holding him to her – not wanting him to go away – at least, not right then.

“I’m gonna ruin your stockings…”

“Mitch,” she groaned, pulling him tighter. “Thas’ OK! I have a spare pair…

“Oh, god, Mitch…”

She squealed – and then he rose after capturing her orgasm, grinning. “I’m not near done yet,” he said.

“Mitch, you know where I would be if both of us were available, don’t you?”

“Yes, Amy.” He smiled at her. “However, I’m more available than you may realize – Connie knows of us. We have a very open relationship. In fact, she wants to meet you – she’s bi…”

Amy gasped.

“And I figure that your husband also knows of us…”

“I’m sure that you are probably correct – he’s much older than I am, and can no longer perform. Yet, he doesn’t complain when I come home ‘rejuvenated’, if you will…”

“He loves you,” Mitch stated. “And you love him…”

“Yes,” Amy admitted, putting her face to Mitch’s shoulder.

“Please, I need you…”

Mitch gently guided her down to her knees, where she promptly took him in her mouth, bobbing her head. Mitch gently fucked her face, holding her head in place. He groaned, and then thrust hard, spurting his cum into her mouth. She swallowed every drop, humming.

He then raised Amy to her feet, giving her a passionate kiss, tasting his own cum. He backed her up to her desk, which was cleared, and bent her over it, backwards. She immediately spread her legs wide and raised them high – Mitch dove in, showing no mercy. She squealed – and squealed, and squealed again! Finally, she screamed her passion, her toes pointed to the ceiling.

Mitch finished cleaning, and raised, his surging cock ready. He teased her by rubbing it up and down her very wet, pulsating pussy. She screamed, “Mitch!”

He slammed her, hard. “Oh, god! Mitch! Do it again!”

He obliged – again and again. She again screamed her passion as he emptied another huge load into her spasming pussy.

She wrapped her legs around him, holding him in place. “Mitch, I love you so…”

“I know that you do, Amy. And I love you, too.

“I mentioned earlier that Connie wants to meet you. Interested?”

“Yes,” she replied.

“Tomorrow night, dinner?” Mitch asked.

“I’m sorry – I have a previous meeting with the judicial council. Would Wednesday evening be OK?”

“Yes – I’ll inform Connie. And plan on spending the night…”

She squealed again as she wet his still buried cock. “What do I wear?” she asked, after calming down.

“This time of year, Connie usually wears a light skirt with a loose blouse – or a sundress. Nothing under either…”

She again spasmed, further wetting Mitch’s cock. “Oh, god! Mitch!”

Mitch grinned. “Never been with another female, have you?”

“No…”

“Curious?”

“Yes!”

“You’re in for a treat!”

Mitch cleaned her, and then allowed Amy to clean him. They both produced an additional orgasm, pleasing the recipient.

“Counselor, please inform both El and Sara that their request is approved. Sara will be a shoe-in for adoption…”

“Thank you, Your Honor.

“For everything…”

Epilog

Sara visited her mother on a daily basis, even after she moved to a hospice facility. Nattie had requested that Sara not see her in this last condition.

I had disagreed with her, stating that Sara was strong (hell, just look at what she went through in finding my family and me! She knew…).

I had visited Nattie just once after she entered the hospice facility. We held hands.

“You and your family have helped me over a tremendous hill. I love y’all, and, more importantly, I respect y’all. I know that my daughter will be raised properly. I know that she will be loved.”

“What goes around, comes around,” I had replied.

She smiled. “Thank you,” she replied. She knew exactly what I was trying to say.

Sara’s mother passed away less than two weeks later.

* * * * *

“Chad, we’re married. I love you, and I know that you love me. I don’t want to leave…”

She cried into my shoulder. I squeezed her tighter. “And you won’t, my sweets.

“I will go with you, so that you can attend college. El and Ted can run our business.

“Yes, our situation will be a bit unusual, but love is involved. We will survive…”

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