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   I felt Quinn relax as he mumbled.
   Jesse lay very still, watching her father.  Beautiful girl, this one. 
My -- what?  Daughter of my heart.  Lover.  Witchy green eyes.  I wonder
sometimes if she's all the way human.
   She looked at me and I pulled her closer, glad for the quiet time with
her I reached behind her and untied her braid, slowly unthreading it,
rubbing her head, pulling her long wavy hair down around her so it caressed
the dark hair on my chest.
   It is so much how Quinn lives, to go from zero to warp speed.  I'm more
of a "take my time" kind of dude.  I need quiet and alone time.  Right now,
I needed to look into those green eyes and see her.  It's been ten years
since last I lay with a woman.  My wife died two years before Quinn's Maddy
passed.  I buried myself in the bar and in my hobby, investing, and in my
volunteer work.  I do fundraising for a battered women's shelter, having
grown up the only son of a battered woman.  We literally got saved when we
sneaked away from my drunken jackass father and ended up a month in a
shelter until they got us out of town.  I swore that when I could, I would
pay it back.
   As for my hobby, growing up poor and nearly homeless, I figured I needed
to learn how to make money.  So, I got an MBA in finance.  I bartender to
pay for school, and then moved to a town I love and ended up as a bartender
while I looked for a job.  To make a long story short, I bought the bar. 
Twenty years later, because of my hobby, I own most of the block.  I've
never looked at Quinn's balance sheet, but I think it's safe to say that if
life with Jesse ever gets hard to manage for us all, we could pretty much
go anywhere we wanted without a care.
   Quinn and I both hope that Jesse ends up wanting to go to law school,
because we could really use a great attorney.  Although, if she did choose
that path, she'd want to be a constitutional lawyer and do great work for
the world, not watch over our businesses.  But, we're also going to start a
charitable foundation, so who knows?  Like her father, Jesse Margaret will
no doubt chart her own ship, and do so with excellence, style, and ease.
   Go figure.  Plans for the future.  Until this morning, the "future" was
only hypothetical.  "Jesse, ever since your dad and I became lovers," I
said quietly, even though I knew Quinn would not wake up, "we have talked
about this day, first, just as one of those crazy 'what ifs' and then as a
'well, maybe...' I don't know that either of us actually believed this
possible.  When things changed between you and your dad, it got better AND
scarier, honey.  I was afraid that I would lose Quinn and you, even though
I never really had you.  And, I have to say that I haven't been with a
woman in a very long time.  You scare me a fair bit.  And now,
everything...."
   Jesse began touching my face with her fingertips, tracing my brow line,
eyelids, nose, down my cheeks to my mouth.  I opened my mouth and sucked
her fingers.  At the same time, I put my fingers in Jesse's mouth, two,
then three, mirroring her movements exactly.  As Jesse's fingers reached
deeply down my throat, pushing past the sphincter, so did I reach mine down
her throat.  Jesse closed her eyes and relaxed, not gagging.
   At the same time, as she was already lying on top of me, Jesse opened
her legs and shifted to receive my very much revived cock.  Slowly, gently,
she opened and took me in.  I slid my hand out of her mouth and kissed her
fingers, holding her head now.  Her sweet confidence banished all my worry.
I said, "Jesse Margaret McLeod, I love you.  I promise to always do my best
with everything I am, to keep you and your dad safe and happy."
   Jesse smiled and teared up.  She replied, "Ken Mahoney whose middle name
I don't even know, I love you.  Thank you for taking care of my dad.  And
me.  I am so glad you are with us."
   I kissed her then as she rocked on me, sweet, slow, until I felt desire
deepen and could not hold back.  I rolled her over and took both her wrists
in one hand, holding them above her head, then continued to fuck her, never
moving my gaze from her rapt face.  My Jesse girl never blinked.  She
pushed against my restraint, testing me.  "You are incredibly strong,
beautiful girl, but not, I think, strong enough to move me."
   She looked at me hard and grinned.  "Nobody has ever held me down before
this moment.  I love this feeling, your strength pouring into me.  It makes
me feel alive, wanting...more." As she said, that, I felt a gush and she
spasmed against my cock.  I fucked her harder, using my free hand to play
with her clit.  "Cum for me, Jesse girl," I whispered.  "Fill me up, Ken,"
she urged.  And I did, spilling into her arching my body and burying
myself, my seed, my love, as deeply in her as I could.
   Jesse arched once again and let out a guttural growl.  Her body spasmed
and clenched my very sensitive rod.  I kissed her, and let go her wrists. I
trailed kisses down her face, her neck, and slid between her legs.  I
tasted our sweat and bodies mixed together, and thought I'd never tasted a
sweeter nectar in all my life.  I used two fingers to open her bottom and
another two to fill her throbbing woman.  Then, I locked my lips and tongue
on her clit, which had engorged to a surprising size.  I played it, softly,
running my tongue around it, then lifted the hood with my teeth, carefully,
and flicking the most sensitive part of her body fast, lightly, as my
fingers invaded her.  Although silent, I could hear her body speaking to
me.
   I began humming, low, into Jesse's body.  She arched against me, near
coming off the bed.  Her hand on my hair pulled me more deeply against her.
I watched her leaning up, arching, challenging me for more.
   Instead, I slipped out my hand, lightened my touch, blew softly on her
sweaty belly, and tried to make my eyes as soft as I knew how.
   "Shhh, little girl, let's not make this a race.  Let me give this to
you. Don't reach for it.  Relax.  Try to not tense.  Let the orgasm come to
you."
   Jesse lay back and put her fingers on her engorged nipples, so taut and
lovely.
   "Yes, baby, show me how you touch yourself," I whispered and gently took
her outer labia between my thumbs and fingers and pulled them out,
stretching them a bit, then blew on her click and licked the length of her
beautiful woman with the flat of my tongue.
   "Mmm, ooooh yess, Ken, yes," she chanted.  I softly licked, over and
over, a whisper's touch.  I trailed my tongue down low, released her labia,
and lifted her to me, licking the spot between her woman and the opening of
her behind.
   Quinn stirred, put his hands through his hair and opened his eyes.  He
beamed as I continued.  I could see his excitement immediately in evidence.
In one graceful move, he was off the bed, kneeling at the end behind where
I lay.  We all moved slowly, smoothly, not wanting to break the mood.  I
bent my knees under me, knowing his intent, surprised, and very grateful.
Quinn had never until this moment, not since our very first day, initiated
an active role with me.  But today, we found a hunger and he followed his
instincts....
   "Oh, yea, loves, this view is INCREDIBLE!  I see that I wasn't dreaming
afterall," Quinn said quietly as he leaned in and kissed my back, sides,
and reached his hand under me to caress my half hard rod and balls.  "I'm
hungry for you, hotstuff," he said, not asking simply stating.
   "Then take what we both need, lover," I said, bringing my tongue off
Jesse for a moment.
   "Daddy, oooh yes, I want to watch you love your lover," Jesse got
seriously much wetter suddenly when her father spat on his cock and my ass
and massaged me open.  I groaned and pushed against him, lifting my mouth
again from our daughter.  Jesse's fingers replaced my tongue and I laid my
head on her thigh.  Having her watch...Profane and intimate, taboo and
treasured.
   I let myself over to Quinn, and he sensed it.  My hunger to be taken by
him, for him to own me; I wanted to lay myself raw just like these McLeods
could do.
   "Take me, Sir," I surprised the hell out of myself by saying.  I could
hear the hunger in my own voice, and when the word slid from my lips, I
felt Quinn suddenly become the man who builds and creates and rules,
different, so much different than the vulnerable, yielding man whom I know
and love.  This is the man I know from the newspapers, the legend.  Driving
now into me, gripping my ass cheeks, thrusting to my prostate, connecting,
then rubbing, rubbing, rubbing, withdrawing, pulling all the way out and
waiting...."Please, Sir, please, back inside me," I gritted my teeth and
begged.  SLAMMING his way back in...
   I felt Quinn's hand on my ass cheek, one, the other, back and forth,
heating me, slowly, taking me up, slowing me down, controlling me
completely.  "Jesse," Quinn said, "I want you to kiss him.  I want to watch
you."
   She moved to me and held me, herself now the aggressor, lips and tongue
all over me, her hand on my face.  I was grateful for the connection, the
intimacy.  I felt myself soaring, all sensation, pleasure, unrelenting
pleasure.  I tried hard to forestall cumming, but Quinn fucked me so well,
my nuts began zinging and tightening as my ass burned from his continued
spanking.
   I groaned into Jesse's mouth and said, "Please, Sir, may I cum?" Quinn
fucked harder and harder and never lost his focus.  "Do it, lover, do it
now!" He reached under me and squeezed my cock and I blew into his hand. 
As I came, Jesse took herself over the edge and her kisses became wild on
my mouth.  Quinn pulled out and pushed me onto my back.  He knelt over
Jesse and me and growled at me, "Ask for it," as he wanked his
purple-headed cock.  "Ask for it!" "Please, Sir, may I have your gift?"
   Without a word, he shot his load all over my face, careful to avoid
cumming on Jesse.  He knelt above us, ran his hands through his now sweaty
hair, then laid on me and kissed me.  "Wow, baby, I hope that was good for
you.  It was incredible for me," he said.  He cum was sticky all over me as
he petted my face, training his laser gaze into my soul.
   "Yes, Quinn, it was.  I am glad -- to finally have this side of you.  I
love you."
   "And thank you for the very same, for letting me have this piece of you.
I love you, too."
   He looked up at Jess who lay quietly watching us.  He waited, knowing
she would speak when she was ready.
   "That was amazing, daddy, so amazing, Ken.  I don't know that I fully
understand everything that happened, but I can feel that it was important.
Thank you."
   Quinn gathered Jesse in his arms and said, "Yes, baby, you are correct.
Some day soon, we will begin a conversation about the power exchange
between consenting adults.  But, for now, just know that what just happened
only happened because today, your willingness to be with both of us made it
possible for each of us to be more with one another than we cold have every
been without you."
   I looked outside the window, feeling the truth of his words, and
realized it was dusk on a long summer day.
   I cleared my throat and said, "Umm, we haven't gotten any trip planning
done." We all laughed and Jesse said, saucily, "Screw planning!  Let's just
go.  Daddy will file the first flight plan and we can decide the rest on
the way.  But first, can we have some dinner?"
   "By all means, and Jesse, it's Sean.  Kenneth Sean Mahoney."
   
  
Ch. 5 A Small Tale from Ken