    Title: Flashback
    Author: Eskimo1958
    Summary: Louis Granning is a vietnam vet, left scarred physicaly and emotionaly
    from the war. Then comes along Monica, and after helping her out of
    a jam, she helps him as well.
    Keywords: M/F, Romance, V

Same dream, but it wasn't a dream, at least not in my mind. Coming down the steps into the bunker, to round up my men for a patrol. I heard it coming, an incoming mortar that some damn gook just launched our way from somewhere outside the perimeter. I hit the deck, scrambling for cover, when a loud thud shook me. The damn thing came through the roof of our bunker, and there it was, unexploded, less than twenty feet from me.

On the other side of it, sitting in his bunk, was a new grunt, didn't even learn his fuckin' name, barely two years younger, age wise from myself, but oh experience. I calmly gave orders to the squad, "You all easily get the fuck out, Carter, start on your side, and work around. I scrambled back a bit, up against the stairs, as I heard another round come our way, landing fifty yards behind me. The concussion could be felt, as I heard our small arms fire respond.

Two went by me, as I watched a scared look on the new guys face. He grabbed his M-16 and his pack, before I could say anything, as I watched him slip and fall, his face inches from the shell, as I could see his eyes bulge out, and his mouth open, but nothing came out, or if it did.....

Damn, I'm sitting upright in bed again, in a cold sweet. My right hand goes to my face, feeling the left side, where my eye and cheek use to be that hot jungle night so many years ago. The dreams have been coming back on occasion. I've relived it so many times. My sanity was gone long ago, according to my sister, so no chance on loosing it now.

Looking at the clock, six-forty, time to get up anyway. Wonder if I screamed again? I know I had in the past, just two weeks ago, to be exact. Scared the holy shit out of my daughters kids, as they were spending the night. I chuckled at breakfast the next morning, as I heard the youngest girl, age four, ask her mother, "Mommy, why did grandpa scream?"

Went on to work, sort of. I'm the president of a large tool & die place in nearby South Bend. It's a family business, my sisters are vice-presidents, and in charge of whatever they can think of. Luckily, they both married smart men. Sue is two years younger than I, at age of fifty-one. Donna is ten years younger than her, at forty-one. Both husbands, Sue's Dan Jordan, and Donna's Jeff Spree, work in the business as well. Dan is my age and also a Nam vet. We have quite a few small government contracts, for the military mainly. Being a wounded vet helps. Especially when the wounded vet was on his third tour. Of course, the reason I was on that damn third tour was to stay away from the old man, the son-of-a-bitch.

After a year of convulsing at the VA, I came home. Short on face, and minus an eye. I didn't get reconstructed until the early eighties, when the techniques on facial surgery had gotten better. Of course, by then it was too late for my ex. She dumped me long before that, bitch didn't like the idea of a husband with only half a face. Took off with my baby before I was even out of the hospital. Got to give credit to the old man on that one, he hired the best lawyer, and I didn't even have to pay support, I would get Ann every other week. Now she's thirty-three, and has three kids.

Long day at work, knocked off at six, and with Dan, we headed down the street to a local pub. We do this once a week, and it pisses Sue off. I think that’s the main reason we do it. Jack at the bar always greets us, the owner of it. His dad owned it before him. We all grew up in this neighborhood, but now we live on the outskirts.

We took our usual seats at the bar, and Dan ordered his usual beer, me a seven-up. I stopped drinking years ago, as it never helped ease the pain anyway. Dan took a swig, when he said "Heard you been having some dreams."

Jack raised a brow, as I didn't even flinch. "Yeah, guess I sort of scared the babies."

"Flashback?" He drank some of his beer.

"Uh-huh," I sipped some more, as I noticed in the bar mirror a young girl come in, she stopped and looked around a bit, and came and took the seat to my left. She looked nervous, and why she sat next to me? The damn place was empty! Jack came over and she ordered a coke. "Same one, reliving my worse nightmare." I studied the girl in the mirror, cute blonde, she was fidgeting, looking in the mirror towards the door. A bit scared, though. "You ever get 'em Dan?"

He chuckled, and I noticed him checking her out as well. "Some times, once in a great while." He took a drink, keeping an eye on our visitor. "Mainly about the time at Kaysan." The door opened, and three young men entered. "We got hit hard that month, hit damn hard."

"Yeah," I watched the three newcomers, they scanned the bar, and noticed the girl, and cautiously came her way. She started to move, my hand went to her thigh, grabbed it, and patted it slightly, trying to reassure her. "Life was tough back then, grew up rather fast, those that survived."

I noticed the change in his voice, as he said "Looks like there’s a lot of growing up needed to be done."

The men were five feet from my back, as Jack asked "You boys need help?"

The one in the middle said "Yeah, I'm here to get my woman."

"She must be pretty tough, if it takes three of you." I said, looking at him in the mirror behind me. In the darkness of the bar, I could see the one on the right was black, the other two were white. The middle one was the biggest, a sweet cherub face, maybe six-foot, and two-thirty.

He looked at the back of my head saying "Shut up old man!" I cracked a smile, and turned around on the stool, they still being about five feet away.

"Ah shit, Louis" I heard Dan mumbling my name, and heard him turning too.

"What?!" I cupped my hand to my right ear as I stood, letting them get a good look at my face. Being four inches taller and about thirty pounds heavier must not have impressed him, as he took a swing. It was rather surreal, the flying fist going past my backing chin, as I brought my leg up, right into his groin, sending the air out of him, and crumpling to the ground. The one on the right charged me, as did the one on the left, only to be intercepted by Dan. Dan is the only guy I won't fight, although he's smaller, he is a lot meaner. I heard the guys arm make a sickening cracking sound, as Dan broke it just below the shoulder. My new dance partner was a bit luckier, as I drove him face first into the bar. Maybe the word luckier is being nice, as I was sure I broke out half his teeth. My fist came down to the back of his head, sending him into another world.

Meanwhile, dumbass number one thought it would be smart to try stabbing my calf as he laid on the floor. As his buddy laid there screaming in pain from Dan's work on his shoulder. I reached down, and picked him up by his ears. My foot raised, and it found the top of his kneecap, making it go a inch or so down his leg. My right hand left his ear, and came back, ready to deal a blow, when Dan calmly grabbed my wrist.

"He ain't a gook!" I heard him say, and I relaxed, just as two of South Bends finest came through the door. Looking to my right, the girl was gone. Smart little thing...of course, maybe not, or why would she be hanging around losers.

Three hours later, I was in the county lock-up, along with Dan, after getting thirty stitches in my leg. A big, young black kid was looking our way, and asked "First time in the slammer?"

Dan chuckled, "Not since Saigon!"

I looked at him, "What the fuck you do in Saigon?"

With a straight face, "Cold-cocked three MP's." I looked at him, and smiled.

"Wonder what Sue is saying right now." I chuckled.

He sighed, "I would rather face some more MP's."

The kid was looking at us, trying to figure us out. I asked "What’s the matter, kid, never seen two old white men in the slammer before?"

He looked at me, and asked "What the fuck happened to your face?"

"Charlie dropped a shell, and one of my boys found it." He looked puzzled, and I sighed, these damn kids, he must be in his late twenties, "Vietnam, you ever hear of it?"

"Yeah man, my old man was in it. Crazy shit." He said. Kid must be telling the truth.

Dan asked "Where he at now?"

"Gone," he said, "Oh-d'd back when I was four."

"Shit!" Dan replied, shaking his head. "What you in for?"

"Drunk driving, can't get anyone to bail me out. Me and wife, we ain't got no money." He looked a bit dejected.

A confinement officer showed up. " Graning, Jordan, you've been bailed out," He said, as he opened the door. "Come with me."

We exited, and as we walked down the hall. I asked him, "What’s the kid in for?"

"DUI." he replied, "Been here since Saturday night."

Oh what the fuck, exiting the hall, we came to a small area, and I noticed a window, marked "Pay Bonds Here", it wasn't hard to miss, as my sister Sue was standing under it. Boy she looked pissed. I went to the window, and made arrangements for the kid to get out, and left a note as well. Found his name was Luke Snyder.

Now Sue, she was another story. We were charged with drunk and disorderly, plus assault. The latter was dropped, as Jack stood up for us, saying that we were attacked. As for the former, our breathalyzers will clear us of that. She informed us that the three guys are in the hospital, one with a broken arm, thanks to Dan, another going into reconstructive surgery on his face, I told her he's lucky that they've all the advances from when I had mine done...she didn't like my comment....and the third, the ringleader, he is in process of getting his kneecap put back on, after they repair an internal rupture in his gut. Yes, Sue wasn't in a pleasant mood. And even worse when Dan asked "Hey Louis, who the fuck was that girl, anyway?"

I shrugged my shoulders, as Sue drove, steaming. "Well Dan, if you want to bunk out at my place...."

He chuckled, as Sue's eyes flared, "Nah, I can handle it, besides we were in the right." He turned, adding "Still, would like to know that girls name."

Next day at work was fun. Sue and Donna were like hornets around Dan and I. Well, at least I thought it was fun. The media attention was there, we made the local morning news. And of course there was the numerous local media calls. I had Sue handle them, a 'No Comment!' was the standard answer.

The rest of the week was a bit boring after that. Although that kid I bailed out showed up at my office the next day. I put him to work on the spot, after I found he didn't have a job. Had Jeff keep an eye on him. Jeff is my floor man, makes sure everything runs good. Dan is in charge of sales, so he went on the road the next day.

The following Monday, we went to Jack's. Usual time, usual place. Jack smiled as we entered, saying "Hey guys," He pointed to my leg, "How's your leg?"

"Got the stitches yanked out at lunch," we took our seats, "The usual, Jack." Jeff was with us, "And whatever Jeff wants."

He looked over at me, and I shrugged, "Give me a bud, draft." He said with a smile.

Dan snickered, "You know Jeff, you don't need my permission for a beer."

The guy turned red with embarrassment. Dan added, "And you don't need Donna's either." He mumbled something.

"That’s okay Jeff, we know they sent you to keep an eye on us." I said, he looked a bit sheepishly. He is six years younger than my sister Donna, and a bit unsure of himself. We shot the crap for a while, the place was a bit crowded, and Jack was busy.

We had been there for an hour, before Jack came and stood in front of me, saying "Hey Louis, almost forgot, that girl came back by last week."

"What girl, " I said, as I sipped my sprite.

"The one that was being hounded by those losers you two beat the shit out of." He replied, "Anyway, she was asking about you, was wanting to thank you."

"Really?" I said "And what did you say?"

He shrugged, saying "Told her you guys usually here Monday after work, sometimes Wednesdays and Fridays as well."

I nodded my head, and said "Yeah, thanks, Jack." As I sipped my sprite, I saw Dan looking at me, I turned, "What?"

He smiled, "Oh, nothing."

The girl didn't show up that night, not that like I was hunting for her, either. Wednesday we didn't go over, as we had some problems with one of the machines, didn't get things working right until after seven that night. By Friday, I had forgotten all about it, although it seems neither Dan or Jeff had.

As I was pulling on my jacket, getting ready to leave, Dan popped his head in the office, "Hey Lou, you want to hit Jacks? Maybe that girl will be there."

I chuckled, as I flipped him off, just as Sue looked over his shoulder. I smiled, as she pulled on his shoulder, and with a nasty look on her face, asked "What girl?"

He blurted out, just as nasty, "The girl we saved that night last week, she's been at Jack's asking when Louis comes in."

She glared at me, god I hate that. Time to put little sis in her place again. "You see a ring on my finger?" I said, as I wiggled the remaining three fingers of my left hand. She didn't move, as I added, "Then it's none of your business now, is it!" I didn't make the statement to be a question, so when she started to answer, I said "Come on Dan, lets go have a drink." He started to stutter, as I walked on past, "Bring her along too, if you must."

In my fifty-three years, I've always been able to push her buttons. To say she was fuming was an understatement. Don't know what was said between them, but soon Dan was with me as I walked out of the building and down the street towards Jack's. It was five-thirty, place was dead, it being so early. We took our seats, and Jack served us a round. Nothing was said, until Dan said "Man, you sure do know how to piss her off."

I snickered, "Practice, practice, practice."

He laughed, and we talked about shit for awhile, forgetting about the girl, and Sue too, for that matter. I eventually looked up at the clock, my stomach was getting a bit rumbley, and seeing it was almost nine, I decided I had better get going. Jeff had arrived a bit ago, obviously sent by Sue and Donna. Dan was a bit tipsy, so I suggested he drive him home, as I wanted to go grab a bite to eat. I was turning when a small figure appeared in front of me.

At first, I said "Excuse me." and started to walk around her, then she grabbed my right hand, making me stop an look. I immediately recognized her, "Oh, hello there. I heard you were looking for me."

I got a chance to study her face, she was about five-five, long brown hair, and brown eyes, a bit chunky, with a rather full chest. Probably not too much overweight, maybe by twenty pounds or so. Her age, maybe early thirties. She shook my hand, saying "Hi, my name is Monica, Monica Brown, glad you remembered me."

I smiled, saying "I've a scar to remember you by." She got a hurt look on her face, and I chuckled, "No problem, just didn't like the looks of those boys." Dan and Jeff gathered next to me, and I said to them, "I'll see you guys Monday, alright?"

Dan smiled, and Jeff, well he was just as confused as ever. She was fidgeting, just like last time, as they said their good-byes, with Dan saying "Nice to meet you."

"Um, listen Monica, I was just leaving to go grab a bite to eat, would you care to join me?" I asked.

Her face brightened, "Sure, I would like that." I took hold of her left hand in my right and we walked out of the bar. We didn't say anything, as we walked back to the shop, where we got into my blazer. She looked at the nameplate in front of the parking spot, and she looked puzzled, but didn't say anything. She obviously doesn't know much about me.

I knew Applebee’s was still open, and serving, so I headed to the north side of town, as I asked her if that would be okay.

She smiled, and nodded yes, as she buckled up. She still didn't say a word, and never did the whole trip to the restaurant. Kind of making me nervous, as I was quiet, too. Once inside and seated, I asked her about herself. Talk about opening up, finally! She talked and talked, all through dinner, and an hour later, as we drank soft drinks and I listened. She was thirty-one, never married, and no kids. She graduated from South Bend Riley, a local girl. Her father left when she was a toddler, her mother when she was in grade school, and she, and two siblings was raised by an aunt, her mom's sister, on South Bend's west side near my factory. Her aunt was single, as well, worked as an RN at the hospital.

As for work, she had been doing waitress jobs here and there, and some light factory. She mentioned she put an app in for the place I worked at, but didn't know how to type too good. (I still didn't tell her I was president.) She went on and on, her younger siblings were now married, names Tom and Joan, and living in Mishawaka, each with three kids. She still lives with her aunt, who will be sixty next month, and will be retiring then.

Finally, it was almost eleven, and I suggested we leave. As we got into my vehicle, I asked her "Did you drive to Jacks? I can drop you off there, or take you to your home."

Her smile disappeared, "Um, I walked to Jack's, you can drop me off at home." She gave me her address, and the cross street, and we drove in silence. When I turned down her street, I asked "I enjoyed the evening, Monica. If you would like, I would like to have dinner with you again."

I saw her smile, and a soft "Sure!" escaped her lips. I pulled up in front of a small bungalow, and put it into park. Reaching down to a notepad, I said "Go ahead and write your number down, I'll try calling later this weekend, okay?"

She smiled, and took the pad and pen, and wrote something down. Then she surprised me by leaning over and giving me a soft kiss on the cheek. I smiled, reached over and squeezed her knee, and said "Thanks for a good evening."

She opened the door, and walked up the steps, turning and waving, as I saw the light come on the porch, and a women open the door. I honked and pulled away, watching her go on inside in the rear-view mirror.

I made it home, and hit the sack. Morning came early, as it usually does for me. I was up at six, hit my gym for thirty minutes for a light work-out, and then showered. Ann showed up at ten, as I was working in the courtyard, her three children come flying out to see grandpa. After a brief hug, I sent them off, as I worked on my water garden, cleaning it. Ann cleared her throat, as I continued working, and asked "What Ann?"

"Aunt Sue says you were on a date last night." She said.

"Well, I really wouldn't call it a date," I lifted a rake up from out of the pond, pulling up some plants, "She stopped at Jacks to thank me, and I was hungry, and didn't want to eat alone, so I took her with me." I heard some screaming, and turned to see her oldest Jeff, age nine, splashing the four-year-old, Amber, in the spa, "Jeffrey, if you keep on splashing your sister, you'll be the next one to holler." He sat back down, next to his other sister, Rachel, age seven.

"You know, I really think Jeffrey should start wearing a suit when he's over." She said.

"What on earth for, you never did, and I still don't." I replied. As a matter of fact, I'm usually bare-ass naked when I'm out here, but it was a bit chilly this morning. I changed the subject, "So Susan sent you over to snoop, huh? The bitch always has to have her nose in my affairs!"

"Daddy!" She put her finger to her lips, "The kids!" she whispered, with a sad look on her face. She went on for twenty minutes, saying she was worried about me, and all sort of shit. I pretended to listen. The kids were out of the tub, chasing each other around, still all three stark naked. She started to say something about the kids again.

"Aunt Sue says it's disgusting how you make this area clothing optional." She said.

"I've noticed you enjoy it naked, as does Rick, where is Rick, anyway?" I asked. Before she could answer I added "Your aunt Sue thinks it's disgusting to have sex with the lights on, according to Dan, so what does that tell you."

She sighed, "Rick is in Chicago, him and some buddies went to the Cubs game." She then started in about me 'dating', and I just turned her off. Then she made the kids get their clothes on, and she hugged me and left.

Later, I went to the office, did some work, and just relaxed. There was a light crew working, Jeff was there supervising. I seen Luke, the kid I just hired, and went up to him and Jeff, asking "How's the new guy working out, Jeff?" as I pointed to Luke.

"Pretty good, Leroy and Stan have sort of took him under their wings." He turned to Luke, "They been working you too hard?"

"No sir," He responded. "I can handle anything they send me."

I chatted with both for awhile, then after checking out next weeks schedule, I got the hell out of there. Getting into the blazer, I found the notepad, and looked at the number she wrote down the night before. I smiled, as I picked up the cell phone, and dialed he number.

It rang three times, before an older female voice answered it, and I asked for Monica. There was a pause, when I told her who was calling, then she said she would go get her. A breathless Monica soon answered it, saying "Hello?"

"Hi Monica, I, uh, didn't catch you at a bad time, did I?"

"No, not at all, Louis, not at all."

"Good, would you like lunch? I just got out of work, and if you can't on such notice, I'll understand." I heard her put her hand over the mouthpiece, as she talked to who I presumed to be her Aunt.

"Um, sure Louis, I would like to go, except..." a pause, “Well, would it be okay if my aunt came along?"

I chuckled, "Sure, I'm turning down your street now, you want to come on out, or do you want me to come to the door?"

"Wow, that quick, come on up, I need to get some clothes on."

"See ya in a minute."

"Bye."

I clicked off, as I pulled up in front of her aunt's home. Getting out, I walked up the walk to the steps, and getting to the top one, I knocked lightly. The inside door opened, and I was met by her elderly aunt. I shouldn't say elderly, she being only seven years older than myself.

"Hi there, you must be Monica's aunt" She opened the door, staring at my face, as I reached out to shake her hand she offered, "Forgive me, but I don't recall Monica saying your name yesterday."

She blushed, "My name is Carol..." She shook my hand, strongly, "Carol Adams."

"Please to meet you Miss Adams," I stepped inside, as she led me in, "Where would you ladies like to go eat?"

She stopped and took a seat on the couch, and I took a seat in a chair across from her. She glanced at my hand, and said "Oh, really don't care, Mr. Graning, anyplace is nice."

I smiled, "Very well, there's a nice Chinese place open up by the university, how about that?

"Sure, we both like Chinese." She got up, and walked over to the foot of the stairs, "Monica, we're going for Chinese, is that okay?"

"Yeah Aunt Carol." I heard her call back down.

I checked out the aunt, as she stood there. A bit shorter than her niece, maybe ten pounds heavier, but for her age, not bad looking. Monica came down the stairs, and gave me a hug. "You ready?" I asked.

"Uh-huh, you called at a good time, Lou, we were both getting ready to eat." She replied. Reaching out, she grabbed Carol's hand, and we went out and got into my suv. Lunch conversation was interesting. Found out more details about Carol. And about Monica's parents. Both are now deceased, her mother died two years ago in a shelter in California. Her father when she was in high school, on the east coast, of suspicious nature. I told them about me, and how I received my wounds in Nam. Carol was a nurse in the air force, and she served for awhile in Saigon, so we had a lot to talk about. She got out of the service just after Monica was born, and returned here to her hometown.

But the fun part was the looks on their faces, when Carol asked "What do you do at the place you work at?"

I chuckled, and said "I own it!" Their mouths dropped, and I said "No, really, I do, it's a family business, and I'm president. My sisters are vp's. Took over for my dad back in '82."

Carol asked, "You've never married?"

"Oh yeah, I've been married, and divorced," I sat back, "We had one child, a girl, a few years older than Monica, I've three grandchildren. My wife left me not long after Ann was born, while I was still recovering from surgery, think it was the one to repair my hand," I raised my left hand, "Well, sort of repair it." I added, chuckling. Monica smiled, but I think Carol was aghast. I then told them about my life, and that took forever. Guess I had them both spellbound, as we didn't finish until about four, we probably could have stayed for dinner. I ended up giving the waiter a big tip, since we stayed so long.

The drive back was very talkative, as Carol and I discussed some South Bend history, places we use to go cruising to back in our youth, and other interesting things. I dropped them off, and asked Monica if she was available for another dinner some night next week. She said she would have to check her work schedule, but she would get back to me. I gave her my home number, as well as my cell phone number. She gave me a peck on the cheek, and they exited the vehicle, as I watched them go to their door.

Sunday I spent in the courtyard, enjoying the sun on my body. It was a warm September day, and I enjoyed it. Ann & Rick came over with the kids about two, and they enjoyed the spa and courtyard as well. Donna & Jeff showed up as well, later in the afternoon, with their two kids, Dave, age five, and Jason, age eight. They've no problems with social nudity either, so they had no problems in joining us.

Ann asked how my date went yesterday, and I just smiled. Would like to know how she knew I went with Monica, but I didn't ask. The work week started as a bitch. Had two breakdowns, and Sue bitching like no one else can. I had to rewire one machine, and had Stan work on the other, with help from Luke. Seems he's pretty good at things mechanical.

While I was working, my secretary Jan took a call from Monica, and told her she was working every night but Saturday. But she was free every day before four. I looked at my schedule, and said "Shit!" out loud, making Jan look up. I had a dinner scheduled for Saturday night. Then I smiled, as I walked down the hall to a open office door. Looking in, I found my daughter. Although she doesn't work for our company per say, she is the company lawyer, and I knew she was in the building. I looked at her, and said "Be in my office in five?"

She looked up, as she was doing some legal work with Donna, and said "Sure dad, be there in a few minutes."

I walked back to my office, and took a seat, waiting for her. Soon she was knocking at my door, and entered, "What’s up dad?"

"What days are you free this week?" I asked.

She stood and thought for a minute, "Well, Friday for sure, maybe Thursday, why?"

"I need you to do me a favor." I handed her Monica's number, and said "This is the phone number to Monica Brown, the lady I've been 'dating'," She took it, rather puzzled look on her face, "Make arrangements with her for Friday to take her out and get something nice to wear for that damn political fund raiser Saturday night." She looked at me, with a frown. "And don't give me that look, I'm asking a favor, I don't do that often, after all, I do baby-sit your kids quite often, don't I"

She sighed "Okay, I'll do it. But, you better call her first, to let her know." She said.

I agreed, and soon I was on the phone, talking to Monica, asking her to go with me Saturday night, which she bubbly agreed too, then telling her that my daughter would be taking her shopping, so she can have a new outfit to wear. She was a bit taken back, shocked I guess, but said okay. She agreed, and I had Ann talk to her, as I went back to work.

About an hour later, as I was working on some crap from the government, Ann came strolling in, and said "We're going Thursday instead." I just nodded, and she went on her way.

The week dragged. I didn't get a chance to see Monica anytime the whole week, except for Thursday morning, when Ann dragged her in before they left. I wished them well, and both gave me a kiss, after I gave Ann my credit card. She smiled, that’s when I got worried. Didn't hear from Ann until the next day, as she was delivering papers to sign, when she came into my office. "Hey babe, how the trip go."

"Very nice, dad, we went to Chicago."

I looked up, "Chicago? I thought you were just going to go somewhere locally?"

She smiled, and came around and hugged me, just as Dan came into my office. "I decided there would be better things on Michigan Avenue."

I sat back, "How much?"

She started for the door, taking the freshly signed papers, "15!"

"Thousand?!" stated Dan.

She giggled, "No silly, 15 hundred." She turned and looked at me, "We got her about seven outfits, plus shoes and hats, it really was a bargain." She paused, "And you do have some other dinners to attend too next week, plus the convention in Phoenix next month."

"But I'm not going to any convention!" I stated.

She stopped in her tracks, and said, "Oh, well, you better tell Monica that, I'm having lunch with her in an hour, would you like me to tell her?" She smiled, the little shit had me.

I shook my head no. She left the room, and Dan let out a long, low whistle. "So, guess you're going to the convention."

I flipped him off, making him laugh, then asked "What convention am I going too?"

"For manufacturers with government contracts, you'll love it. Lots of neat seminars, and plenty of time for golfing...oh yeah, you don't golf..." He headed for the door, as he added over his shoulder, "Good thing you're taking Monica."

I cursed at him, as I heard him in the hall add, "I'll tell Donna to make the arrangements."

Shit, now what. The day dragged, I hate conventions. I went on home after work, turning down Dan's offer for a trip to Jack's. The next day I went to work on my courtyard, a mans garden is a wonderful thing. At four, I took a shower, and pulled out my suit. It hit me, I hadn't talked to Monica to say what time I'll pick her up. I did that, and told her I would be there at six-thirty, the dinner was at seven.

Instead of the Blazer, my favorite next to my one-ton truck, I went and got the '68 Jaguar out. Hadn't drove it in a while anyway. Upon turning onto her street, I found the street jammed with cars, as someone was having a party. The looks I got as I drove down and pulled into her drive, priceless. I got out and went to the door, and Carol answered, ushering me in. It was six-twenty, and Monica was coming down the stairs. Talk about a transformation! Her long brown hair was curled up, and done real nice, and she was wearing a black dress, no straps, and one hell of a push-up bra. A woman with breasts as big as hers, and pushing them up? Wow! I noticed her walking a bit gingerly, and smiled, poor girl was on two inch heels, probably hadn't worn heels in ages.

"You ready?" I asked, as she came and gave me a hug and kiss.

"She's been ready for hours, waiting for you to get here." Carol said with a smile.

Monica made a frown at her aunt, and stuck out her tongue. I laughed, as did Carol, as I said "See ya later, I'll have her back by midnight."

Monica chuckled, "Why, am I going to turn into a pumpkin?" Her hand squeezed my buns, hmmm, could be a fun night.

Well, the political dinner was boring as hell! Gee, what a surprise, damn republicans are a pain in the ass. But Sue roped me into going, so I made the best of it. Of course, there were lots of people there that knew me, and lots of stares at the busty, younger woman attached to me most of the night. Monica must have been coached by Ann, as she said very little, as she only spoke when spoken too by others. And it seemed there were a few there that knew her as well, although she said very little to them.

At ten, the event was over....good republicans are in bed by eleven-thirty on weekends around here....so off we went. I told her I wanted to show her the house before I take her back. Plus, I wanted to change vehicles, too. The jaguar is nice, but I prefer my truck. Heading towards Granger, we passed a place, and she said "Isn't that the nudie place?"

I looked at her, and saw her smile. "Yeah," I answered, "Nice place."

A look of shock on her face, "You've been there?"

I chuckled, "I'm a member." Her mouth was letting in flies. "You okay with that?"

She shrugged her shoulders, "Yeah, I guess, I mean...well....I thought Ann was joking."

A little bit farther, and about three more turns, I pulled into my lane, I noticed she didn't make a face. Damn, I bet Ann brought her by, the little bitch. I hit the garage door opener, and waited for it to go up before pulling in, and turning off the jag. "Come on, I'll show you around." As if she hadn't been here before, I bet.

"Okay," she said with a smile, opening the door and climbing out. I got a good view of her shapely ass as she exited, before I got out myself. She followed me in through the door leading into the kitchen, as I said "This is the kitchen, oh, my home is shaped like a large "C", with the front of the house facing north, this wing is on the east end, so the garage is on the southeast section." I headed towards the dining room, and flipped on the light, revealing the large dining room table, which seats ten, and the cabinets of dishes along the wall, plus a few extra chairs. "I built this house in '89, so I sort of made it suited for a man." I continues walking, and into the next room, saying "Why don't you turn on the light?"

Without thinking, she reached to her right, and flipped the switch, and then a shocked look on her face, as I looked at her, and smiled. "How did..." she asked.

"Lucky guess," I chuckled, pulling her hand and body towards me, and giving her a kiss. Well, since you've already had the tour, anything else you want to see?"

"Yes, two things. Ann & I didn't have time to see your library, and your bedroom...oh, and the courtyard." She replied.

I chided her, "That’s three things, but come on." I laughed , pulling her by her hand. We exited the sitting room, and it's numerous coaches, then the large entry hall, then the living room, with large screen television. The hall leading off to the left led to the bedrooms. There were five bedrooms, as I explained, plus my library, and each room had it's own full bath. We walked down the hall to the last door on the left, and I opened it, it being my library. She was impressed, as she walked around it. The shelves of books, plus the fireplace were rather impressive. As were the big windows/doors leading out to the courtyard. I said "Come on," as I walked to a door, and opened it, leading into my master bedroom. There were big windows looking our over the courtyard, just like the library, and a couch, with dressers, and she gasped when she saw the bed.

"Damn Louis, I've never seen such a big bed." She said, as she went and sat on it.

laughed, "Yeah, it measures eight by seven, hard to get sheets to fit." She stood and went towards the fireplace the room shared with the library, and looked at the pictures on the mantle.

"Grandkids?" she asked.

"Yep," I answered, "Taken earlier this year out in the courtyard." She smiled, and turned and walked to the windows, and put her face and hands to the pane, struggling to see from the light coming from the kitchen and dining room. I laughed, "Here, let me put some lights on out there." I reached over by the headboard, and flipped some switches, and she gasped again.

"Oh Louis, it's beautiful," She turned and looked at me, "I want to come see it in daylight sometime."

I smiled, "I'm sure you will," I went to another door, "And here is my bath, it's a bit bigger than the others."

She came over and looked. The tub was sunken into the floor in one corner. In the other corner, was a shower, with glass blocks around it. There was a walk-in closet, which she opened to check out. Then she turned, "Well, if you don't mind..." She smiled, I got the hint.

"Ok," I closed the door, and heard her lower the toilet seat. I went and sat on the edge of the bed, my feet on the floor, as I laid back, resting my head in my hands. After about five minutes, I heard the toilet flush, and the water in the sink run, then the door opened, and she emerged, smiling. I started tog et up, but before I could, she was hugging me, giving me a kiss. "Hey there, we better get going."

She smiled, looked into my eyes, and said "We will shortly, but first," her hand went to my crotch, "I want to know if you have something else as big as this bedroom."

I smiled, as she started to unzip my pants, getting my rapidly rising member out with both hands. My right hand fell to her side, and gently massaged her breast through her dress. "Damn Louis, you've a nice piece here, must be about seven inches." I always thought that I was average, oh well. "Lot bigger that that damn asshole I've been with the last six years." She lowered her mouth, and swallowed my meat, making me groan. Oh god it was wonderful, as I felt her head bobbing on my cock, her tongue swirling around. Her hands jerking my meat as well, I knew I wouldn't last long.

My hand was squeezing her left melon, enjoying the texture, as I felt my cum boil, racing up my shaft, "Oh god...damn...shit..." I stuttered, as I filled her mouth up with my load. She didn't miss a drop, as she continued sucking, her cheeks puffing out as I shot blast after blast of pent up cum. Except for my weekly masturbation, it had been years since I had any sex, and I was in heaven. She released my dick form her mouth, and my spent cock flopped onto my shirt.

She wiped her lips clean with her fingers, and said "Damn, wish the fuck I wasn't on the rag!"

I laughed, grabbing her hand and pulling her onto me, giving her a kiss, as my hands played with her ass cheeks. "How long until you can?" I asked.

She smiled down at me, "Give me about five days, I just started yesterday." She kissed my forehead, "Probably next weekend."

I smiled, then it hit me, "Shit, I'll be out of town next weekend." Her smile disappeared. "But, I guess you can go with me."

Her smile came back, "Where we going?"

I raised, lifting her in my arms, and standing her up, "Phoenix, we'll leave Friday night. Can you get four days off?"

She laughed, "I'll tell them I'll be off. Phoenix, never been there." She kissed and hugged me as I rose, trying to stuff my limp cock back into my slacks. "Of course, I've been only as far as Niles before the other day."

I laughed, as she jumped, "Ohh, a kitty!" She bent down, and picked up a silver tabby, hugging it and petting it.

"That’s Tiny, there are two others around here somewhere." I said, heading to the bathroom.

"Such a cute and friendly thing." She said, as I heard Tiny start to purr loudly. She looked at me, "How come they weren't around the other day?"

"They hide when strangers are around, Tiny here, he's the most adventurous." I said from the bathroom, as I stood before the toilet, and took a well-deserved piss. I added, "Usually they're hiding in the basement. He must have came up when he heard me fill your mouth." I looked at her, and she smiled at me, a wicked grin.

I flushed, and exited, and took her hand, she dumping Tiny on the bed. She was chattering away, as we walked back through the house and into the garage. We climbed into the truck, and I backed out, heading to town. On the way, I asked "Hey, you think Carol would mind watching the cats? She could stay at my house, while we're in Phoenix."

She smiled, "I'll ask her, I'm sure it'll be okay with her, as long as she can use the spa."

"No problem, just tell her no swim suits." I said, she chuckled, then realized I wasn't joking.

"I'll tell her that too." She said, a bit skeptical. I dropped her off, and she gave me a kiss, my salty cum still on her lips, as I watched her trot up the walk and to the door. She waved, and I drove on home.

Next day was Sunday, and I slept in. Finally dragged my as out of bed, my cock felt great, and I was thinking I could use another blow job. I smiled to myself, as I went into the basement to work out, thinking that she could be addictive. After my workout, and shower, I had a quick breakfast, then cleaned up the dishes, before grabbing the phone and heading out into the courtyard. It was a sunny day, and I was planning on trimming some plants today. My roses needed pruning, and the Rhododendrons and Azaleas needed to be fertilized, plus the annuals as well.

I was working away, when Ann and Rick plus the kids showed up. Of course, the first thing Anna asked, was how my date was. I told her it was okay, and yes, she was going with me next weekend. They spent an hour before heading out, just as the phone rang. I answered it, and found Monica on the other end, wanting to know if her and Carol could come on out. I told her sure, that I'll unlock the front door, to come on in when she gets here.

I was weeding in the courtyard, and now wearing a pair of gym shorts, when about thirty minutes later, I heard the courtyard door open, and Monica yell out "Hello?"

I stood, and smiled, as she looked my way, with a surprised look on her face, as I said "Over here, Monica, just doing some weeding."

She smiled, turned and said something, and her and Carol walked out into the courtyard, and towards where I bent back down to continue weeding. I said "Good afternoon, ladies. You going to show your aunt around, Monica?"

Carol blurted out, as she smiled, "She was going to, but she wanted to make sure you had your clothes on first."

Monica smacked her aunt's hip, and sternly said "Aunt Carol!"

I laughed, and said "Well, I knew you were coming, and I didn't want to offend."

She laughed, "Honey, I've been a nurse for forty years, believe me, I've seen it all. And besides, I heard about your lifestyle, and I kind of like the idea."

I chuckled, as I saw a scowl come on Monica's face. Carol added, as she looked at Monica, "Monica just doesn't like the idea that her aunt has similar notions."

Monica rolled her eyes, and said "Well, if you do, lets get into the spa." I sensed a challenge, and so did Carol.

"Where is it?" She said with a smile.

I pointed over to my left, towards my bedroom doors, and said "Over there, I'll go get some towel’s for us, while you two get in."

I stood, and Monica had a smile on her face, making me wonder. Carol grabbed her arm, and pulled her towards the spa, giggling. I just shook my head, and walked behind them, and entered my bedroom, heading to the bathroom to get some towel’s.

After a quick leak, I grabbed three trowels, and headed back out. Exiting my bedroom, I found a pile of clothes on the bench, and two naked women in the spa. I noticed their conversation stopped when I came out, as I turned and said "Is the water hot enough for you, Monica?"

She smiled, and said "Yes, but since I'm still flowing, I better not stay in too long."

I turned away, and dropped my shorts, and placed them on the bench as well, and turned and approached the spa. Monica was looking at my face, smiling, but Carol, her gaze was a bit lower, as her jaw hung down in astonishment. Now what is that about? I thought.

Both were on the far bench in the spa, next to each other, so I just stepped in, and sat down opposite them. I realized this was the first time I seen Monica naked, and I took it in. Okay, I took both in. Both about the same height, five-five, and Carol maybe about ten pounds heavier. Both had nice size breasts, probably d-cups. Couldn't wait to get a good squeeze of Monica's on our trip next weekend.

Monica's question broke my dreaming, and whatever it was, I answered it correctly. We sat and talked about twenty minutes, before I suggested we get out. I turned and climbed out, and grabbed a towel, drying myself off. I heard the other two get out behind me, and soon they were standing to my right, Monica next to me, dripping wet, and grabbing towels.

As we dried, I asked "So, you ready for the tour, Carol?"

She smiled, and wrapped the towel around her hips, her bare breasts hanging there, "Sure am," Monica looked at her funny, and shrugged, doing the same, "Lets go!" I smiled to myself, and led the way into my bedroom. I showed them both around, the whole house. Both asked me questions, as we went, with Monica holding my hand most of the time.

The tour lasted for twenty minutes, with it ending up back by the spa, where all three of us got in again, and I noticed a lot more at ease as well. We talked for some more, as Carol & I talked more about our Nam experiences. Finally, we got out, and dried off, with the two of them getting dressed. As they were getting ready to leave, I said to Monica, "Oh, by the way, we'll be flying to Phoenix Thursday, is that okay?"

She smiled, and said "Sure!"

I smiled back, then asked Carol, "Did Monica ask you to watch my cats?"

Carol smiled, replying "Why yes, and I would love that." She smiled, "Can I pick out the room to sleep in?"

"Sure, any but mine." I opened the front door, and let them out, both kissing me on the cheek, as I said "I'll try calling you tomorrow or Tuesday to let you know the times, and to make arrangements." They waved goodbye, as they got into Carol's car, and drove away.

The next day, I had Jan make the necessary travel arrangements, and told Dan about the upcoming trip. All Dan did was smile and chuckle, as he exited his office. I called Monica on Tuesday, and asked if leaving about noon on Thursday was a problem. She said no, it wasn't, so I said I would pick her up at that time Thursday. I was a nervous wreck the rest of that day, and all of Wednesday. Hardly slept the night before our travels! Thursday morning I got up, and went to work, then after about two hours of meetings, I said the hell with this, as I wasn't getting shit done anyway.

Dan drove me over to Monica's, and I went to the door, and knocked. She answered, and let me in, giving me a big hug first. To say she was a bit excited was an understatement. Carol was there, she was off for the day, and I talked to her briefly, giving her the house key, and the code to the alarm system. Also gave her a short list of phone numbers for her to call, with Ann's name being at the top, if she has any problems. She said she would drive there now, and get settled in, as I said we would be back Monday afternoon.

I grabbed Monica's bag, and carried it to the car, and let her climb into the backseat of Dan's caddy, with me placing her bag in the trunk. She was non-stop chatter all the way to O’Hare, with Dan and I smiling, both of us amused by her enthusiasm.

Well, the enthusiasm was short lived. We did get onto the non-stop 757 to Phoenix with no problems, that’s when the real fun started. Seems she gets airsick easily. She wouldn't have known, she's never flown before. It wasn't ten minutes into the flight before she had her head between her knees, using the paper sack provided. I was trying my best to reassure her it was alright, but she was in a miserable condition. It was one of the longest flights in my life, almost as long as the one to Vietnam, many years ago.

When we landed in Phoenix, I had to damn near carry her off the plane. She was in pretty bad shape, I've never seen anyone get this sick before, and by now, I was thinking there was more to it than just airsickness. A cab took us to the downtown Radisson, and after I got her to our room, she had a rather impressive fever. Well shit, when it rains, it pours. I called the front desk, and had a house doctor make a visit.

After a quick examination, the doctor wanted tests at the hospital down the street, he told me later he thought it might have been meningitis. So I got her dressed, and we had a cab take us the four blocks to the hospital. After four hours there, it was found she had a inner ear infection, her temp was 102, and she was a bit out of it. They gave me plenty of medicine, (After I put everything on the credit card, as her insurance I found a bit of a pain in the ass.), and I took her back to the hotel. The doctor made another visit, this was midnight by that time, telling me to get her plenty of fluids and rest.

Well, I was tired, as I took the other bed, and crashed, waking up every now and then to check on my patient. Friday she was shit, and I didn't make a single meeting of the convention. Saturday morning I woke up, and found her awake and hungry. After a brief conversation with the hotel nurse, the doctor was unavailable, I was told to feed her things light, such as toast and thin soup. She felt terrible about how things were working out on this trip, and at one point started crying. I calmed her down, and told her not to worry, next trip we'll go by train. This made her laugh, and she calmed down, giving me a big kiss.

She felt good enough that she had me go and attend the convention, which I did, attending a few seminars, and sales pitches, and I quickly found why I didn't like going to conventions. Returning to our room about six, I found her sitting up, watching TV. She tried standing, but was a bit weak, as I grabbed her and hugged her body. We kissed, as I laid her back down, and snuggled on her bed. She said she was feeling better, and was wanting a bit more solid to eat. I called the nurse, and she said we could try something, but in moderation. I handed her the menu, and she had me order room service, she did keep it simple, grilled cheese, with some fresh fruit. Not wanting to leave her, I ordered a full dinner.

Once we started eating, she started feeling better. She even ate a bit off my plate, sampling my sirloin and veggies, as well as the pie I ordered. After I put the dinner cart out in the hall, she smiled, and said she needed a shower, and wanted help in taking one. Okay, I'm game.

I undressed first, peeling my clothes off, then helped her up, and helped her out of her nightshirt. We went into the bathroom, and as I adjusted the water, she sat on the toilet. Then I stood, and as I held onto her hand, helped her into the shower, with me following behind her. She giggled, as I grabbed a washcloth, and started washing her body.

My hands were working over her big breasts, as she said "Gee Louis, you really want to make sure they're clean, huh?"

I chuckled, "Yeah, well, clean boobies are happy boobies."

She laughed some more, as she steadied herself with her hands on my shoulders. I worked the washcloth to her groin, and her legs parted, as she added, "Was really wanting more than a washcloth down there this weekend."

I smiled, and bent and kissed her forehead, as I worked the cloth between her pussy lips, washing her slit gently. "When you feel better, I promise." I turned her around, and started washing her back, and ass. She asked me to wash her hair, so I did. By the time I was done getting her cleaned up, I had a massive boner, and her hand grabbed it, as it was my turn to get cleaned up. She smiled up into my face, as I smiled back, and started washing my body, as she gingerly tugged on my meat.

She said "You know, I bet that doctor would want me to have some more protein intake."

I said "Huh?" Then she bent over and inhaled my cock. "Ohhhh." I wasn't that slow, as I felt her work my cock over with her mouth, tongue and hands. My left hand went to the back of her head, as my right caressed her cheek, with me leaning up against the wall. I felt the surge in my cock, as my cum boiled and blasted her tonsils. I was in heaven, as she milked me dry once again, just like last weekend. My knees felt like they were going to buckle, her sucking feeling like she was going to detach my cock from my balls.

She stopped and released my meat, and I saw her swallow, then wrapped her arms around me under the hot shower, as we held tight for a few minutes, before breaking. I turned off the water, and we helped each other out of the tub, and grabbed the towel’s, and dried each other off, giggling as we did this, like two young lovers. We exited the bathroom and climbed into bed, totally naked, as she curled up against my chest, as we soon drifted off to sleep.

We sort of overslept. She was still having some problems, and had a slight fever, as I could feel her heat all night. In the morning, when I woke, I made a decision. Looking at my watch, it was nine in the morning. I reached down to the floor to my pants, and pulled out my cell phone, and dialed Donna's home number. No answer. Where was she on a Sunday morning? I sighed, and resigned to the fact that I would have to call Sue. Her home phone rang and rang, eventually the answering machine, but I decided not to leave a message.

Now I was starting to wonder, unusual both wouldn't be around. I dialed up Ann, as I felt Monica starting to stir. Five rings, and the damn answering machine. Damn, this calls for desperate action. I crawled out from underneath the covers, as Monica stirred, opened her eyes, and smiled at me, as I walked over to my briefcase, and pulled out my address book. I keep everyone's cell phone number in there.

Looked up Donna's, and dialed it. Just then, the room phone rang, so I shut the phone off and went and answered the room phone. This is interesting, and I've a bad feeling. "Hello?"

"Louis? This is Dan."

I sat down on the edge of the bed, and asked "What’s wrong?"

A pause, as I heard a lot of commotion in the background. "There's been an incident at the shop." I heard Sue in the background, screaming at someone. Glad she's controlling herself.

I sat on the edge of the bed, and Monica curled up behind me, wrapping her arms about my chest. "What’s going on?"

"Good news and bad news, Seems Monica's ex lover is a jealous type, he and one of his friends firebombed our office and her house about three this morning." he said.

"I hope that wasn't the good news." I was a bit in shock.

He chuckled, "No, luckily three things happened to make it somewhat better. First, our sprinkler system put it out before the fire did much damage, mainly just burnt up the reception area, and a bit of Sue's office. Second, at Carol & Monica's, there was extensive fire damage to the exterior on the front, a bit of the living room was singed, but mainly smoke damage. It will be uninhabitable for awhile though."

"Okay, tell Carol she can stay at my place until it's repaired." Monica wanted to know what was going on, and I raised my hand to stop her. "What was the third thing? And how do you know it was her ex?"

He chuckled rather sarcastically, "At the house, he only got one firebomb off, the second one went off in his hand. His partner, while trying to help him, accidentally set a third one off, both are dead."

It was difficult to keep from laughing, as I didn't want to seem rude to Monica concerning her former lover. "Well, guess that solved that, I have problems of my own, sort of."

I pulled Monica around and onto my lap, and squeezed her melons, as I talked. "Monica got airsick, has an inner ear infection. Doctor recommended we don't fly home for awhile."

He laughed that same damn laugh, "I'm sure Sue will be thrilled to hear that, can you tell her?"

"No, lets have Donna tell her, is Donna there?" I asked.

"Yep, hold on." I heard him calling Donna, and soon she was on the other end. After a brief discussion, I found that we did have traveler insurance, and that this would be covered. So, I had her make reservations to ride Amtrak home to South Bend. She said she would, and that she would call me back soon.

I hung up the phone, and laid back down, as Monica gently laid on top of me. She kissed my lips, and asked "So, what’s happening on the home front?"

"Well, look's like you and Carol will be living at my place for awhile." Her face was a cross between happiness and wonderment, as I said "Seems your ex tried firebombing my shop and your house."

She pushed her self up with her hands, "What?! That lousy shit!"

I smiled, "Don't worry, he got himself killed while doing it." I leaned up, and snagged a nipple between my lips, giving it a good suck before releasing it.

She sighed, "I wondered if that dumbass would try anything. Glad he's dead, the asshole." Glad she's taking it well. She lowered her body down, her crotch on mine, and I could feel the heat radiating from her cunt. "How much damage?"

"Not sure, Dan said it was mostly smoke damage in the interior."

We just held each other, but no penetration, as we were feeling the warmth our bodies were giving off. Was damn near asleep when my cell phone rang. I reached over and picked it up, answering it "Donna?"

"Hello Louis," It was her. "I called Amtrak, you're booked for tonight, you'll be in South Bend Tuesday afternoon. Do you want picked up?"

Sarcastically, I said "Well, yeah, that would be nice, as long as it isn't Sue."

She laughed, "Don't get smart, or I'll see that she does. Anything else?"

"No, sounds like you all have things under control. I'll see you when I get home Tuesday." We said our good-byes, and I hung up, Snuggling up with sweet Monica.

The train ride home was a pleasant affair. We had a deluxe room, of course. And meals were brought to our compartment. As a matter of fact, the only time I was dressed was when the meals were brought. The rest of the time, we were holding each other in our arms. Although we were naked, we didn't bother with sex, as she was still feeling a bit poorly.

Arrived in South Bend on Tuesday in the early morning. Donna picked us up, and drove us to my place. We found Carol just getting up and getting ready for her shift at the hospital, so we hugged her hello, and she was on her way. I wasn't planning on going in to work, so we stripped down and headed for the spa. I was in first, as I watched her come out of my bedroom, her big breasts jiggling with each stride, and a big smile on her face. I asked "How you feeling?"

She climbed in, and as she sat down on my lap facing me, she said "Like I need a good fuck!" We locked our lips together, my tongue searching for hers, as my hand mauled her tits. Her hands fell to my shaft, and was stroking it firmly, before she raised her hips, and impaled herself on my manhood. I tossed my head back, and felt the tightness of her cunt, as it worked my shaft with her hips gyrating slowly. She had a glazed look in her eyes, as her mouth emitted a hissing noise, the water was making her feel tighter, as it washed away our natural lubrication. With my hands on her ass, I lifted her up and placed her ass on the edge of the spa, and with her hands at the back of my neck, I grabbed behind her knees, and spread her legs, as I started pumping her juicy cunt. Her neck arched, as we fucked away for ten minutes, before she convulsed in orgasm, causing my tool to paint her pussy walls with strands of cum.

She wrapped her legs around me, and I lifted her up, and stepped out of the spa. I carried her into my bedroom, still stuck on my cock, as I flopped onto the bed, her underneath me. I couldn't believe I was still hard, as I pushed my body up with my hand, and started fucking away. Her legs were still around my body, her heels digging into my ass, spurring me on. Her big tits were swinging on top of her body, the right one going counter clock wise, and the other one opposite, as I bent down and latched onto a stiff nipple, giving it a good suck as we fucked away.

When we came, I latterly saw stars, as she yelled out a long string of obscenities, as I dropped another load into her well-fucked cunt. I collapsed on top of her, and then we rolled onto our side, my deflating cock, still inside her friendly confines.

We rested for awhile, not saying anything, just enjoying the afterglow of a good cum. I was now on my back, her head on my shoulder, and her right arm and right leg across my body. My hand was stroking the curves of her side, as she reached down and gripped my deflated cock. She tugged on it gently, as she lifted her head slightly, and smiled. I kissed her forehead, and pulled her completely on top of me, my cock nestled in her slit, throbbing and filling up to firmness, as I gently massaged those big tits of hers.

Her hands were massaging my own chest, as I could feel the heat of her crotch building at a fast rate. I was surprised that the blood was rapidly refilling my cock, making it firm again so soon after the previous moment. She smiled down at me, kissed my forehead, and raised her hips, letting my manhood pop-up, and automatically aim for her little hole of paradise. We both moaned, as she slid down my pole, savoring every inch. She caressed my shattered face with her hands, as I moaned, her tight, young cunt massaging my cock. Oh god was I in heaven. She balanced herself, as she brought her feet up, and was squatting over my waist, rising and falling on my prick. her neck was arched, as she gritted her teeth and rode me like her life depended on it. When she finally came, she screamed out, slamming her cunt down on my crotch, my cock erupting and flooding her twat with my load.

She fell forward, and I rolled us onto our side, kissing her neck, as my cock started to shrivel up inside her warm pussy. She giggled, as I tickled her neck with the tip of my tongue. We relaxed, with her in my arms, as we drifted off to sleep. I was woken after a brief rest, but it must have been long enough, as my hard cock was getting the sucking of it's life, as Monica worked her hot, talented mouth up and down my rigid pole. I used my good hand to grab some tit, and smiled at her, as she released my cock from her sensuous mouth, and swung a leg over, straddling my body, guiding the large head of my cock to her slick cunt, and started riding me anew.

I was in heaven, as she rode away. I played with her ample breasts, as she had her neck arched, eyes closed, as she was lost in her enjoyment of her multi-orgasm ride. Finally, I grabbed her hips, and pulled her down hard, as I sent a hell of a lot of cum into her tight cunt. She cried out, my orgasm triggering her own orgasm, before laying down on to of me. We continued this the rest of the day and all night, not even stopping once to eat, only to sleep and go potty.

A year passed, I was dreaming again. This time though, I was in a wheelchair. I was at the VA hospital in Chicago, after another surgery. My parents entered my room, with my darling daughter, who was maybe three at the time. She crawled up onto my lap, and snuggled up against me, and said "I love you, Daddy." That woke me up, as I rolled over, and found Monica sitting upright in bed, totally naked, as she breastfed our newborn son. As I watched Monica and our newborn son, I finally realized that I've found happiness and love in my life. My flashbacks never came again after that.

Special thanks to Joku, who helped on this story. And, unfortunatly due to an itchy delete finger, I lost his email address when I was trying to send a return message. So Joku, if you're reading this, please email me. Please take this as a big thank you.

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