    Title: Bonnie
    Author: Eskimo1958
    Summary: Stephen's neighbor Bonnie, recently divorced and a long-time conservative
    Christian, decides do rebel against her beliefs, and Stephen goes along for the ride.
    Keywords: M/F, Rom, Preg, nudism

Another hot Ohio day, and I was glad it was a Saturday. Last weekend of July, and here I was, weeding the flower bed along the driveway. Typical suburbia, ranch house, sitting on a cul-de-sac, neighborhood children in the yards and street playing happily. And next door, Bonnie Simpson was playing catch with her oldest son Randy. Not that I was interested in Bonnie, and definitely not Randy, but at the time, the thin, tall, thirty-five year-old had been living next door to me for fourteen years. Her and her husband moved in right after Randy was born, and their oldest child, Kelly, was two. Fourteen years, and four more children, and that lady still looks thin as a rail. Simply amazing!

What was also amazing was her husband. Let's make that her ex-husband. He left her six months back, leaving her for their baby-sitter, Amanda Taylor. Amanda turned twenty-one last January, and to celebrate, John Simpson took off with her, after spending the previous five years having hid their affair. I knew, a few of our other neighbors knew, but Bonnie, she never saw it coming. Or so I thought. It's kind of funny, actually. John and Bonnie Simpson, hard-lined right-wing conservative Republicans, always talking strict family values, anti-abortionists, anti-immigrants, pretty much anti-everything, and he goes and dumps his wife, and family, and runs out on them. I do have to admit though, I had to chuckle when John took off. I think it was a few days after he was criticizing me for my beliefs on the environment, and I think I shut him up with some comment about perverts cheating on their spouses with young girls. As I recollect, he shut his mouth and stormed out of my garage, with me smirking, as was my neighbor, Bill Ramsey. Bill and I talked about it after he left, I was surprised to find that I wasn't the only one that knew of his illicit behavior. It seems Bill and his wife Mary are as observant as I.

I finished weeding the bed, and stood up, my forty-five year-old knees creaking. Damn it's a bitch as you approach middle age. Heading up to the garage, I hear Bonnie yell out, "Hey Stephen."

I raised my head, smile, and wave, "Hi Bonnie, how's it going today?"

I hadn't noticed that Randy had taken off, as he was now half-way down the street on his bike. "Oh, I'm fine." She's walking my way, as she said that.

"Come on over, and have some ice tea." I said.

She replied "Sure."

She took a seat on the porch, as I went in to get the pitcher of tea and a pair of glasses. Coming out of the house, she was all smiles, as I handed her a glass, and let her pour us each a glassful. I asked "So, what you been up to?"

After taking a sip, she said "Oh, not much. My job has been keeping me busy."

"Getting use to it?" I asked.

She giggled, "Well, sort of. It's a lot different than just being a homemaker."

"I'm sure it is. Good thing your mother can lend a hand." I said.

"Yes, her moving in has been a big help so she can watch the children." she replied.

"Good, glad to hear it. Kids adjusting okay?"

She sighed, "Well, yes and no. Kelly, she's doing fine, as is Jill. Emily, Carol and Dan are too young to care. Randy, on the other hand."

I sighed, "Yeah, it would be rough for a son, I'm sure." I paused, and then said "Not that it's any of my business, but does John have anything to do with him?"

Her face got that angry look on it, as she said gruffly, "That bastard isn't allowed near my children."

Well, I didn't think this was an amicable separation. We sat there, not saying a word more for a few seconds. I felt kind of awkward, after her little outburst, but hey, I thought it was a good question. "Well Bonnie, if I can be of any help...." I let it trail off, waiting for a response, but none was being given. I then said "What does Randy like to do?"

She looked up, a bit calmer in the face, as she said "Oh, well, boy things. Play ball, fish. He was suppose to go fishing with his dad this summer for a week up in Michigan."

I mulled that over for a few seconds, "Well, I can't do anything about fishing for a week in Michigan, but how about I see if Bill wants to go to a ballgame in Cincinnati, we can take him with us."

Her face brightened, as did her disposition, as she gleefully asked "Would you do that?"

I chuckled, "Sure, let me talk to Bill sometime today, and I'll get back to you."

She smiled, and said "Thanks, Stephen." she then got up, and said "Oh, and thanks for the tea."

"No problem, come over for some more any time you want." I replied, as she went on her way. My eyes followed her along, as I checked out her backside. Nice view, very nice view. I can't believe that she's had six kids, and her butt is still smaller than most twenty-two year-old's. Of course, she runs every day, about five miles from what I have heard. Then, I got to thinking. Something just wasn't quite right here. Yeah, this is the neighborly thing to do, inviting her kid to a ball game and all. But, when she usually talks, at least as long as I've known her, she eventually starts in on some right-wing shit. It could be anything really, from those 'damn liberal democrats', on down to all those on welfare, and lately, even the oil companies.

And, she showed no problem to me checking if Bill wants to go. That there caused a red flag to be waved in front of my eyes, but I had no idea why. Maybe a change in perspective? Oh, about Bill. William and Mary Ramsey live on the other side of me. He's mid-sixties, she might be a year or two younger. They've lived here in this subdivision long before I. And, they're nudists. That right there is enough to normally cause Bonnie's skin to crawl. I remember back not long after they moved in. My late wife Alice and I were sitting in the living room when Bonnie came over, hell bent on leather, wanting our help in finding a way to get rid of those perverts next door. And Alice, one never to mix words, told her to mind her own fucking business, and to leave the Ramsey's alone. Well, the verbal fight was on! Alice and Bonnie didn't talk to each other for three years. Not that Alice wouldn't, but Bonnie, she was a bit pigheaded. And John, he tried the same thing with me, and I was not as nice as Alice.

Of course, eventually, the two of them got use to the idea of Bill and Mary and their lifestyle, although they made damn sure to keep their kids away from them for the most part. Now as far as my nudie neighbor's party's, we were always invited, Alice and I, and we even joined them on a few occasions. But, although I didn't care one way or another, my Alice just didn't get use to the idea of being naked around others. Of course, with me working as a physical therapist, I was always dealing with the human body, so I was never really turned on by naked flesh, nor was I disgusted at the thought, unlike the Simpson's.

Meanwhile, I was still thinking.....

I had went on into the house, and the comfort of central air conditioning, popped open a cold beer, and sat down to think. I wasn't sure why this was bothering me, and after an hour or so, and another beer, I dismissed it all as being nothing. Of course, then I started thinking some more, why was I even letting it bother me? But that's another ballgame. Speaking of which, I had moved on into the garage, and was working on that damn sideboard again. Oh yeah, my other passion, restoring antiques. Well, I'm not that great at it, but when I see a piece that interests me, I usually buy it, bring it home, and work on it if it needs work, or simply place it in our collection. I mean, my collection. It was all of Alice's fault. She loved antiques. She would drag me around the state of Ohio on weekends, and adjoining states as well, in search for something for the house. I don't think there's a damn thing in our house that isn’t newer than, oh let's say, nineteen-twenty, unless it's run by electricity.

Anyway, this project, an Oak French Sideboard, stands four feet high, and is eight feet long. Four cabinet doors, two of which I'm trying to fix. They're curved, which compounds the problem, and plenty of drawers. Oh, and all the drawers need new runners. Plus, I've spent the major part of the previous three months stripping and sanding. I was working on a jig to make a new door, when Bill shows up, beer in hand. Great neighbor, brings his own beer.

We exchange the usual pleasantries, asking how we're doing, how's Mary, mention the heat of the last week, wonder of we're going to get rain, what the fuck was I trying to do with that jig, the usual banter. As he was helping me with the saw, I finally remembered Randy, as I said "Oh yeah, Bonnie would like us to do her a favor."

"Really? Us?" he said, with mock surprise in his voice.

I smirked, "Yeah, she's having trouble handling Randy. Wants to know if we could help by taking him to a ball game some night."

He lifts his face up, stops what he's doing, and I snort at seeing his surprised face, as he asks "You're joking?"

I snickered, saying "No, she's serious."

He went back to work, chuckled and said "Miss Right-wing bible thumper wants my help?"

I protested, "Oh come on, Bill. She's had it rough of late." He stopped working again, and looked at me, a strange look on his face, which I commented with "What?"

He looked at the jig, and said "Oh, nothing." I started to say something, but he said "Sure, when you want to go?"

"When's the next home stand?" I asked.

"Monday, they'll be home through next weekend."

"Any night is good for me."

"Fine, I'll get the tickets."

I smiled, and we went back to work. Great thing about Bill, he will get tickets. I don't know who he knows, but of the times I've gone with him to a game, we're usually sitting first or second row behind one of the dugouts. I'm sure that Randy, or I, will not be disappointed. Bill left after an hour or so, and I then went on and took a shower, and then went out and ate. One thing about living by yourself, you tend to eat out a lot. I returned home about seven, and saw Bonnie sitting on her porch. I parked my car, and strolled her way, telling her that Bill would get us tickets for some night this week. She thanked me, and I went on back to my house.

Damn, the thought of her was in my mind. But why? Next morning, I went about my usual routine for a Sunday. Sleep in and then get into the garage and work on that damn sideboard. Except for a break here and there, I worked all day on it. By late Sunday evening, I was all smiles. I had the new runners in, and the drawers actually fit! What more can I ask for? Oh yeah, got to get that door done. Another day, perhaps. I moseyed on out to the front of my house, checking on things, and Bill saw me, waved, and hollered out "Tomorrow night."

I replied "Great." and I turned and went to my other neighbor's house. I knocked, and after a few moments, Bonnie appeared, all smiles as she saw who it was me. I told her we could take Randy tomorrow evening, and she thanked me and said she would tell Randy.

Well, the next day went well, and so did that evening. Bill came over and we went next door to fetch Bonnie's oldest boy, and we then went to the Great America Ballpark in my SUV. Bill didn't fail me. We sat the third row behind the Reds dugout, right at the home plate end. As we settled down in our seats, I remember saying to him "Someday you're going to have to tell me how you get such good seats." He just laughed, as we sat and watched a good game, with Randy in awe at where we were sitting the whole game. He even got a ball tossed to him by a player at the end of the sixth inning.

We got home late, and Bill and I watched as Randy went on home, his souvenir in hand, and a big smile on his face. Both of us chuckled, as we said good-night, and went our separate ways. Next day, after work, I was in the garage, working some more on that sideboard. I could see out in the street the kids playing, and not thinking anything of it. I had eaten on the way home, so as usual I wasn't going to bother to cook. I was back working on the sideboard, when I heard Randy's voice, say "Hi Mister Kilgore."

I looked up, smiled, and said "Hey Randy, how you doing today?"

He sort of shuffled his feet, saying "Fine."

I turned back to my work, and said "Come on in and have a seat."

I heard him move on into the garage, and the sound of my stool being moved across the concrete floor of the garage. He soon asked "What you doing?"

I stopped working, and soon I was explaining what I was doing, showing him the door, where it was going to fit, and then explaining all I was going to do next, from fine sanding to applying a stain to the finish coat. I was really surprised when once I was done, he still seemed to be interested. Then, a kid down the street called out his name, and he was off. I just chuckled, and went back to work. Thought nothing of it, but meanwhile, I was still thinking.

Week dragged on. It got hot. Randy would stop by from time to time, as would Bill, and by weeks end, Randy was working on a small woodworking project. Bonnie wanted a stool to use in the kitchen. Bill had plans for one, and with our guidance, he started cutting by Friday night. He had a little trouble the first time with my ten-inch table saw, but he learned quickly. Saturday he was at my garage door right after I opened it up early in the morning, ready to get at it. I just figured it to be a passing thing, once he was done, he would move on. And after lunch, when he returned to assemble the parts, he casually said "Oh yeah, mom wants to know if you want to come over for dinner."

Bill was there, we both looked at each other, both surprised at the request. I looked back at what he was doing, and said "Sure, go ahead and get home and tell her, what time?"

He replied "Six, that's what time we always eat." No emotion in his voice, just as if he asked me about the weather.

Randy was soon on his way to tell his mom, as Bill commented, "Well, guess you won't be coming over this evening."

Shit, I forgot about that. Bill and Mary had invited me over to one of their gatherings. I smiled, saying "We'll see. After all, it's just dinner."

Well, I went in to shower at about five, then I walked on to next door at about a quarter till. Her mom was there, name being Beverly, and they had dinner just about ready. The food was nice, tasted good, although I can't recall what it all was. But the conversation....interesting. Beverly kept asking me questions about my life. Quite annoying, actually. I gave simple answers, and never did give a lengthy answer.

Then, somehow, the topic of my other neighbors, the Ramsey's, came up. Not sure what was said, but I replied with "They're having a get-together with their friends tonight. I was suppose to go."

Beverly glared, and I saw Bonnie clear her throat. Beverly asked "You associate with those type of people?"

"Actually," I said, while clearing my throat, "I was invited to give massages. They pay me well."

"So it's more or less a working evening?" asked Bonnie.

"We really shouldn't be discussing this at the dinner table in front of the children." stated Beverly, as she then added "Who knows what immoral things will be happening there tonight."

"Sort of like what has happened here in this house from time to time, mother?" Bonnie asked rather gruffly. Oh shit, I was thinking something similar, but she had the balls to state it. Meanwhile, I'm still thinking...and the next statement from her lips completely caught me off guard, as she looked at me, and asked "Would you mind if I go with you this evening?"

I was stunned, as I stammered out "Pardon?"

She didn't even flinch, as I saw her mother was just as shocked as I, as she said "The Ramsey's party. Are you still going?"

"Well, I told Bill that I was coming over here for dinner, so him and I both assumed I wasn't going to make it." I expected a look of relief on her face. There was none. Now as for her mother, a faint smile came to her face. "But, I'm sure we would both be welcome to attend."

She smiled, "What time does it start?"

"I saw people arriving already." stated Kelly, the oldest daughter, who I saw was all ears for the whole conversation, as was her brother Randy.

Well, now what? "How about we go over to my house, I'll call Bill and Mary and explain things, and see if it's okay."

"Give them time to hide their dirty laundry then." Stated Beverly.

You know, I'm starting to develop a total dislike towards this old bag. Bonnie said "Well mother, to prove you wrong, Stephen and I will walk over right now." She stood, and came over and tugged on my arm. Damn, I was wanting dessert. That home made cherry pie looked simply delicious. I was getting to my feet, wondering what the hell I had gotten myself into, as Bonnie ordered her oldest daughter "Kelly, help grandma get the dishes cleaned up. We'll be back eventually some time this evening."

I was in total shock, as I allowed her to pull me up and through the house to the front door. And once we exited the house, I asked, "Are you sure you want to do this?"

She firmly and emphatically replied "YES!"

Ohhhh-kay! Now what? I really didn't think this was such a good idea. For starters, crashing a party is never a good idea. And it being a gathering of nudists, well, I wasn't too sure how much it would affect my friendship with the Ramsey's. But, at least she had an idea, as we walked up the walk to the front door, and I stopped her, saying "This way."

I knew that visitors entered through the gate on the side, as I steered her in that direction. And sure enough, there was the gate, with the sign up, stating 'WARNING, NUDITY AHEAD!' I always chuckle when I see that sign. Of course, the gate is between my property and theirs, and I've entered it numerous times. I opened the gate, and as she held my hand, I noticed she was squeezing it mighty tightly. The fence is tall, eight feet, as we walked on through the gate, along the well-lit path, and into the backyard.

We rounded the corner, and there they were. Maybe twenty people, most sitting about, some standing, and maybe four or five sitting in the Ramsey's spa. And I'm sure that the ones in the spa were just as naked as the ones that we were seeing out of it. It felt like time stood still, as everyone looked our way. Yes, I'm use to the sight, as I've come over and gave massages on numerous occasions.

It seemed like an eternity before Bill, who was sitting on a lounge chair, got up and with a nervous smile, walked my way, saying "Hello Stephen, glad you and Bonnie could make it."

He shook my hand once he was up to me, and then he turned to Bonnie, asking "And it's so good to see you as well." Bill wasted no time to try to make her feel comfortable, as she said "You know, I enjoyed taking your boy to the game the other night. Stephen and I got such a kick watching him, as he seemed to have such a good time. You know, he's such a good boy."

I was watching her face, she was having such a hard time trying to keep her chin up, so to speak. And she was having a hard time talking, as she said "Why, um, thanks, Mr. Ramsey. I, um , I mean."

Bill patted her shoulder, just as Mary came over, as he said "Oh don't worry about it. As a matter of fact, Stephen and I were talking about how we were looking forward to taking him to another game." He looked at me, and said "Right, Stephen."

I chuckled, "Yes, we were. I believe the next home stand, if we can."

"Hello Bonnie, lovely evening, isn't it?" Mary said, as she offered her hand to my neighbor.

Bonnie's nervous reply was "Yes, uh, it is."

"Is there something that we can do for you?" Mary asked, a smile on her face, and not a damn thing else on her body. Yes, I was a bit nervous. No, not because of the nudity, but because I was wondering if Bonnie was going to loose it. After all, this is a hell of a way to be introduced to this type of environment.

Bonnie fidgeted, and said "Well, Stephen said he was giving massages this evening, and I thought I would come over with him."

Mary looked at me, then hooked her arm into Bonnie, saying "Well, why don't you and I go inside first, I'm sure we should have a little chat first." Bonnie looked at me first, a scared look on her face, but Mary, she sure knows what to say, as she added as they walked away from me, "I love your hair, did you just get it done?"

I chuckled inside, as Bonnie turned to Mary, as they walked away, hearing her reply "Why yes, I had it done yesterday. I had it lightened somewhat."

"Well it looks nice, Bonnie." Mary added. Mary, what a woman! She went on talking, keeping Bonnie distracted from what was happening. Which, wasn't much.

I exhaled. Hard. Real hard. Bill was standing next to me, and said "Well, this is a surprise."

We looked at each other, and we both started laughing. I heard a female voice shout out "Hey Stephan, how about a massage?"

I waved, saying "Sure. Let me get comfortable."

Within seconds, I was naked, standing over the picnic table, as a long, large blond was on her belly, as I began her massage. To keep things moving, I only give upper body massages, and usually just the back and shoulders. It's quicker, and more people get serviced. Maybe fifteen minutes a piece. And twenty dollars a shot. I only had seven takers for the evening. And I was working on number three, when I heard the voice of Bonnie. When I had a chance, I turned and saw her, sitting next to Mary in a lawn chair, chatting away. And yes, she had her clothes on. The only one with clothes on, but she had them on. She did seem a lot more at ease, so I went back to work.

A little more than an hour later, and I was done. Now, you're probably wondering what these people looked like. Well, typical cross section of people. Most were older than I, and of course, of all sizes. I can't say any stood out, in good looks anyway. And as for naked breasts, there were plenty. But, I was most definitely pre-occupied, what with Bonnie sitting there, fully clothed, and I was wondering how she was handling all of this. And now, since I was done, I went and grabbed my shirt, and said "All done, you want to stay a bit longer?"

Bill came over and handed me the money for the night, in cash, which I quickly took to my pants, and as I put the money into my pocket, I heard her ask "Well, if you want, we can stay a bit longer."

Mary then said "Why don't you allow Stephen to give you a massage?"

I looked at Bonnie, who had a nervous smile on her face, and I chuckled, as I said "Well, she may not be ready for that just yet." I came over and laid a towel down on the bench next to them, and said "Maybe another time."

Bonnie looked at me, and croaked out "Yes, another time perhaps." Hmmm, that smile.

Well, we talked a bit longer, maybe twenty minutes, before she said she was ready to go. I quickly pulled on my pants and shirt, and after saying our good-byes, we went on towards the gate, and the short walk home. As soon as I had the gate shut behind us, I asked "Was it what you expected?"

She snorted, "I, um, well."

I laughed, reached over and grabbed her hand, saying "That's okay, they were probably as nervous as you were."

"You think so?" she asked. I nodded my head yes, as we walked across my front yard.

"I'll walk you to your door, you never know if some weird nudie might be roaming the street this time of night."

She giggled, and she pulled me to a stop, and she said "Let me go over to my house, I want to tell my mother that I'm alright and that I'm coming back over here to talk with you." A pause, and she added "If it's alright with you?"

I beamed "No problem here, I'll turn the porch light on."

She backed away towards her house, a smile on her face, before she turned and walked over to her own home. Well now, I'm thinking again. I'm sure she only wants to chat. I went on inside my house, flipped on the lights, and left the front door open as I went to the downstairs bathroom. I flushed, and came out of the bathroom and went into the living room, where I sat down on the couch. And then, the knock at the door. I rose, answered it, and allowed Bonnie in, as I asked "Everything okay at home?"

She frowned, as she walked over to the couch, taking a seat, as she said "Well, no. But it could be worse."

I sat down next to her, and I cleared my throat, as I had to ask her, "What made you decide to go?"

She sighed, mad a face, and said "Not sure. Fed up with things, I guess."

"Would be disillusioned be a good word?"

She laughed, "Yes, exactly." She sighed, and leaned forward, putting her face in her hands.

I thought she was going to cry, as I reached over and patted her back, and said "Could be worse?"

She turned her face, and looked at me, "Yes, you're probably correct, Stephen."

"You're looking for answers, I'm sorry. I'm not a good talker." I said.

"No, but you are a good listener." Then, she said "You were right over there, though."

"About what?"

"I wasn't ready yet."

"For a massage?"

She grinned, "That too." I was a bit confused, and she laughed, leaned back and then leaned up against me. "Tonight was interesting, Stephen. I've never experienced anything like it."

"It's something that would take getting use too, Bonnie." I said. I had my arm draped across the back of her shoulder. But I was far from relaxed. And no, I wasn't lowering my hand below her other shoulder.

Some silence, I really wasn't sure what to do. She finally spoke, "I wasn't sure what I was expecting when I went over. I mean, mom had upset me, and well..."

"You wanted to rebel against her." I stated.

She emphatically said "Exactly!" Damn, if I look just right, I can see down the front of her blouse. "Mother has been on my case ever since John left." She turned her face up to me, and added "She blames me for John leaving me."

I snorted, "He had been cheating on you for years."

Oops. Maybe I shouldn't have said that. A long sigh, and then "Yes, but I never thought he would leave me for her."

Well, I thought she didn't know. "You knew then."

She snorted, "Heck yes I knew." She shook her head in disgust, "I knew from the first. That bastard was eying her from the start, and I knew he was seducing her, the same way he started with me." A pause, "He was so damn obvious."

"Why didn't you do something back then?" I asked.

"I was pregnant with Carol, I was hoping that he would get over it once I had the child." she replied.

"But she was only sixteen at the time." I stated.

"Yes, but if I made it public, he would have gone to jail, and I would have been stuck at the time raising five children by myself." She pushed up against me some more, "Now I've six. Of course, now he's getting a higher income, so he's paying me lots to raise his children." She turned her face up once more, "You think I did the right thing?"

"I'm not in your shoes, so I won't pass judgment." I replied.

She looked at me, a bit funny. Another sigh, "I guess that's why everyone likes you, Stephen." I laughed, and squeezed her, and she laughed too. Okay, now what? "You know? It was interesting."

"The neighborhood nudists?"

"I was very happy talking to Mary. She is a very nice person." I wanted to mention something about not passing judgment, but I held back. Still don't know why I didn't. "I was surprised of the men."

"How?"

She shrugged, and I felt her body turn somewhat, more towards me. Damn, her right breast is pushed up against me. Why do us men always try to get a feel? "Well, for starters," She looked up at my face, and she was grinning "I thought for sure if we barged in we would interrupt something sexual."

I laughed, as I asked "Were you disappointed?"

"Good God no." She exclaimed, saying "I don't know what I would do if they were." We laughed, and I pulled her tight, as I leaned back against the back of the couch. Her right hand was resting on my left thigh. "And another thing, none were hard. Including you."

I about lost it, trying my hardest (no pun intended) not to laugh. "Well, nudity has nothing to do with sex." She looked at me, a questioning look on her face. I asked her "Do you want to have sex every time you're naked? Or when you saw John naked?"

"Hah, I've never wanted sex with John." Well, there you go.

"Okay, let me rephrase the question." Before I die from laughing inside, "Did John want to have sex every time you two were naked together?"

She frowned "No, he didn't."

"You don't like sex?" Now why did I ask that?

She shrugged, and answered with "It's okay. Just never could get into it."

Now I'm curious, "Why's that?"

"It was never long enough."

The sex or the penis? Yeah, I'm a pervert at times. But then, I am a man. I wasn't about to ask. I just mumbled out "Hmmm?" Then I asked, "So, what did you and Mary talk about?"

She laughed, "Mainly about why I decided to visit this evening."

"Did you have any problems?"

"No, not really." She giggled, "Although I do have to admit, men do come in different sizes."

"Well, it's only fair."

"How's that?"

"Women have different sizes of breasts." I answered.

We laughed, and then after we calmed down, she asked "But didn't it arouse you to give the women massages while they were naked?"

"Not hardly, I do it all the time." She looked at me funny, as I said "Although I do help my clients in physical therapy to recover from various physical ailments, I also have to give massages from time to time. And it's a lot easier when the person is not wearing anything."

"Well, maybe I really should try it sometime." she stated.

I was about to offer my services, when there was a knock on the storm door. There was Jill, her third child, peering in, and hollering "Mommy, Kelly won't leave me alone."

"Get home, I'll be there in a minute!" she shouted back. She sighed, and leaned forward, patting my knee. As she got up, so did I, as I walked her to the door. I was about to open the storm door, when she took the front door and closed it, blocking the view from the outside.

And I was in total shock as she turned, and reached up and pulled my face down, as she gave me a kiss on my chin. Took my breath away! She then stepped back, and said "Thanks Stephen." She opened the door, and added as she pushed the storm door open, "Maybe next time I'll allow you more than just looking down the front of my blouse!"

I stuttered something, as she laughed and walked on out onto the porch, heading on home, leaving me red-faced and embarrassed. I closed the door, and went to the couch, plopping down on my ass. Then, I just shook my head, and laughed. Yeah, I had been caught. And I discovered something, she isn't as innocent as she lets on. After showering, I crashed.

I was up early the next morning, a Sunday, and started working on that sideboard again. Then, I took a break, as I wanted to do some yard work. I saw the Simpson clan load up the family van and head off to church, with Bonnie smiling and waving at me as I mowed the yard. And they weren't gone ten minutes when Bill made his presence known. I saw him approach, and I cut the engine, with me seeing a big smile on his face, and a questioning look as well. We took a seat on the porch, as I said "Nice party last night, neighbor."

"Thanks, we enjoyed your services, and the company you brought over." Then, to the point, as he asked "So, what brought that on?"

I laughed, asking "Didn't she tell Mary?"

He grumbled something, before saying "Yes, but Mary wouldn't tell me."

"Oh well, maybe I shouldn't either." I said with a hearty laugh. He gave me a mean look, as I settled down, and then explained all that had happened to cause Bonnie to want to visit the local nudie mini-convention.

And once done with that, he asked with a grin, "And what happened after you two left?"

I frowned, "We talked for a spell, then one of her kids came over because she was having an argument with her sister."

"So you didn't get any, huh?" he asked.

I shook my head, "Well, you are a pervert after all, huh?"

"Nah, I was just placing bets with the guys last night." he replied. I looked at him, and he was grinning broadly. Then he said "Bet you wanted too, didn't you?"

I said softly, "Damn right!", causing him to break out laughing. Then, we started shooting the shit. Eventually, he left, leaving me to my own devices. Which, consisted of finishing the lawn, and using the weed-whacker and edger. By the time I was done, Bonnie and family were back. I put things away in the garage, and went inside to eat, closing the garage door before I entered the house. I ate, took a dump, and couldn't make up my mind whether to work on a wood-working project, or just sit on the porch, and watch the world go by.

I decided on the former, as I went back out into the garage, opened the door, and went to work. Well, work was sort of an overstatement, as I was checking out what I had done so far, and trying to decided if it was time to move on and finish this project. I had already decided that I was going to sell it at a friends antique store in Sharonville, so that was set. Hell, I had no more room in my house for it anyway!

I heard Randy, as someone called out his name, and he responded with a shout that he was coming. Glancing up, there he was on his bike, ball glove hanging on the handlebars, heading down the street, soon joined by two other boys. I smiled, and went back to what I was doing. I decided to get started on some hand sanding, as I grabbed some fine grade, and went to work on the sideboard. No idea how long I was doing this, as I had the music on, listening to old classic rock. I was bellowing out a Jethro Tull song, 'Locomotive Breath', when I saw movement out of the corner of my eye. And there she was, Bonnie Simpson, wearing a light blue sundress, the bright light of the warm July sun silhouetting her form. I reached over to the radio, and turned it off, saying as I wiped my brow, "Hey there. How you doing this fine afternoon."

I reached over to the stool, and wiped the dust off of it, as she came over. She had a smile on her face, as she said "I'm fine. You sounded as if you were really going at it over here."

With an apologetic voice, I asked "Was I too loud?"

She giggled, as she clasped her hands, and put them between her knees, "No, not at all. You're fine, actually."

I smiled, and started to take a seat, but I stopped, asking "You want some ice tea? A coke?"

"Coke is fine." she responded. Well, it looks like she's wanting to talk some more.

I started for the door, and as I did, I asked "Inside or out here in the garage?"

As I stepped inside the house, I heard the stool scoot, and her reply, "Inside. It's a bit warm out here."

I smirked, but not sure why. Yes, I do know why. My mind was thinking that if she's warm in here, why don't she get comfortable by taking her dress off. I went to the fridge, and pulled out two cokes, and came out to finds she had taken a seat on the couch. Right in the middle. I'm thinking again.

She was all smiles as I took a seat next to her, and handed her the drink. She took a sip, and lowered it and her hands to her lap, as she then said "Stephen, I need to apologies."

I looked at her, asking "For what?"

She lowered her face, and said "Well, for saying what I did as I left last night." She then looked at me, and said "I mean, I didn't want to sound too forward, and well, I was sort of being unfair."

"Unfair? You caught me looking down your top." Not that trying to avoid looking down was a bit difficult, but I wasn't going to add that.

She fidgeted, and then said "Well, yeah, but I, um, when we were at the Ramsey's, I was sort of looking at you." She had her face tilted down, and her skin had turned a bright crimson.

"Ohhhh" I said in a shocked voice, "So you were gawking!"

She looked up towards the ceiling, and then she giggled, as she looked at me, and said, "Yeah, I guess I was." She then sighed, and reached over, patting my knee. "Stephen, can I ask you something?"

I shrugged, "Sure, go ahead."

"Are you satisfied with life?"

Interesting question. "Well Bonnie, I'm happy. Can't really say if I'm satisfied or not. I mean, I've a house, I've a hobby I enjoy." I grinned, "Good neighbors." She blushed again.

She blurted out "Do you get lonely? Now that, well..."

I snorted, and this must have taken her by surprise, but I said as I patted her hand, which was still on my knee, "Of course. That's probably why I'm always out in that garage working." I then asked, "Are you lonely?" She frowned, and she blushed, as she looked down at her can of coke. I reached over, and caressed her cheek, and said softly "I tell you what, when you get lonely, come on over and see me, okay?"

She grinned, and said "Thanks Stephen." She exhaled hard, and added, "I was hoping you would say something like that." Damn, my crotch is getting rather tight. Careful big fella, don't blow it!

"Maybe we can go out and do something together once or twice a week." I suggested.

She grinned, "Like a date, sort of?"

I had a hell of a time keeping from laughing, as I confirmed it with "Yeah, like a date, sort of. If you want, we can even take the kids."

She looked at me, kind of funny, asking "You sure? I mean, they aren't yours."

I shrugged, "No, but they are yours."

Oh, that smile. Radiant! As she slowly leaned my way. Her arm slipped around my back, and we moved our faces to each other. And when my lips met hers, I was almost in heaven. It was a nice, long, kiss, as we parted out lips, we sucked a little air from each others hot mouths. Yeah, this is sort of nice. And it all ended rather too soon.

A loud, "Momma, Grandma wants to know if we're going to go shopping!", came from the door leading out into the garage.

We jumped apart from each other, and she smoothed out her sundress, as she hollered out "Tell Grandma I'll be there shortly."

We looked at each other, and then we laughed, with her leaning forward and pressing her forehead into my chest. I said "Come." as I started to stand, saying "No use letting your mother get a bit more mad at you." We walked to the garage, and stepped out into it, as I finally asked "By the way, what did she have to say last night? After you got home?"

She rolled her eyes, "Oh, the usual. I'm an unfit mother, and I'll surely burn in hell." We laughed, as I walked her out to the bright sunlight.

I decided now was a good a time as any, as I asked, "Why don't we all go our for dinner this evening? First date, so to speak."

She squeezed my hand, and looked up to me, and said "Sure, I would love that."

We were now in the garage, as I said "Well, let me know what time you want to go, okay?"

She smiled, and away she went, on to her house. I went back to doing yard work, and I waved about ten minutes later as Bonnie, Beverly and the kids, save Randy, loaded up into the van, and away they went. And, it wasn't five seconds until Bill made his presence known. I saw him coming, and I snickered, as I said loudly, "What? You again?"

He laughed, replying with "Actually, Mary sent me over."

"For what?" I asked.

"She wants to invite you and Bonnie over for our next weekend with the nudies."

I looked up at him, and said "You're serious." He just smiled, as I added "Well, I'll ask her, but not sure if she'll want to go. When is it?"

"This coming weekend." he said.

I heard Randy yell out "Hi Mister Ramsey, Mister Kilgore."

We greeted the boy, and soon we were talking to him. Another kid was with him, and Randy wanted to show him my workshop. I smiled, and said sure, and Bill and I took the two boys into the garage, and showed them what all was there. The other boy, I think his name is Danny, eventually took off, but Randy stayed, and started playing with the scroll saw. I had some waste wood laying about, so I pasted a pattern on a piece of wood, and let him go at it after I had him drill the holes where they were to go.

I went to back to work with the sideboard, getting it ready to stain as Bill went on home. Randy seemed content, as he worked on a design, while I prepped up the cabinet. An hour later, and I heard a female voice shouting over the saw. I raised my head, and saw it was Randy's sister Jill, and one of her girlfriends. I nudged Randy, and he shut the saw off, and pulled off his earmuffs, and asked "What you want, Jill?"

She sighed, "Momma wants you to come on home and get the garbage ready."

He frowned, and he stood and walked out of the garage, saying "Later, Mister Kilgore."

I just chuckled, as I watched him disappear, and something comical caught my eye. The girl with Emily, watching Randy as he walked by. And then Jill and the girl started whispering into each others ears. Yeah, Randy has an admirer. I just shook my head, and went to work once more. I tend to loose all track of time when I'm doing a job like this. When I finally looked at my watch, it read four-thirty. Damn, where does the time go. I stood up and stretched my back out, and was heading for the garage door, to check things out in the neighborhood. Randy was in the street, playing catch with Danny. Jill was watching, but not as intently as her little friend. I wonder if I should inform Bonnie of this. I went to one of my lawn chairs on the porch, and saw Bonnie heading my way.

"Hello Stephen."

I smiled, "Have a nice time shopping?"

She snorted, "No, I was with my mother."

We smiled at each other, as she took a seat in the lawn chair next to me. As she sat, I pointed out to the street, where Jill and the other girl were sitting, and I asked "Who's Jill's friend?"

"Amanda, why?" she asked.

Gesturing, I said. "Watch who she is watching."

We were silent for all of half a minute, when she said softly under her breath "Oh my."

I chuckled, "Luckily, Randy is oblivious."

There was some concern in her voice, as she asked "What do you think I should do?"

I firmly replied with "Keep him busy." She giggled, and I added "Luckily, he hasn't picked up on it."

"Well, this is interesting." she said.

"You're taking this well." I stated.

"I've got an older one that isn't as slow as her brother." I noticed the coldness in her voice.

I suppressed a laugh, and asked "The wolves are on the scent, huh?"

She reached over, putting her hand on top of mine. "Yes. And she isn't doing a very good job of fighting them off."

"Well Bonnie, there's a few options you can do."

"Oh, and what are they?" she asked.

"Sit down with her and tell her about sex, and men in general." I said.

She frowned, "And my other choices?"

I said it stone face "Become a grandmother quicker than you would like."

She shot back, "You know, you do tend to make things a bit cut and dried, Stephen." We looked at each other, and she sighed. A minute later, Kelly came strolling out of her house, wearing a pair of cut-offs and a top that looked like it was spray painted on. "Well bloody hell!", she stated. I suppressed a snicker as she got up and went towards her daughter. I couldn't hear what was being said, but soon both were heading inside the Simpson house. She did turn my way, and cracked a smile as she waved slightly towards me. I laughed, and got up and went inside to shower, in case the dinner date was still on for the evening. It was, as Randy came over at about six, telling me that they were ready. A pleasant evening, as I drove her van and her family to a family-style restaurant. I had a good time during it all. Mainly I talked with Randy, as the kid definitely needed an older male to talk to. As for Bonnie’s mom Beverly, she wasn't warming up to me very quickly.

And it was of great interest as we got out of the van that Bonnie said to her kids, "You all go inside, I'll be over at Mr. Kilgore's for a minute." She came around the van and grabbed me by my hand and we walked to my house. I unlocked the front door and we went on inside. She sat on the couch, as I asked "Thirsty?"

She replied "Yes, a cola would be fine."

I went into the kitchen and pulled out a liter bottle of Pepsi and grabbed a pair of glasses and then some ice. In a minute I was back in the living room and I sat with her. She smiled as she took a drink, and I asked, "So, how did your talk go?"

"Fine." she replied, "I'm taking her to my doctor on Tuesday to get her on birth control pills." I was shocked, and my face obviously showed it, as she giggled, and added "I decided I might as well get on them as well." She leaned to me, and our lips met. I moaned into her mouth as I felt her hand on my thigh, groping my growing male member through the fabric of my shorts. I leaned back, and she swung her leg over and was sitting on my lap, her skirt bunched up as she ground her snatch against my cock as we contused kissing. My hands slid down her side to her skirt, and I pulled her blouse out of the waist band and my hands went up under the garment, quickly grabbing her bra covered boobies. Oh yes, they definitely felt nice, as she brought her hands between us and started undoing the buttons. She was on the last one, when we heard Emily's booming voice from outside the door, followed by her knocking, saying "Mommy, Granny wants you."

We broke our kiss, and she hissed out an evil "Shit!", before hollering back at her daughter "I'll be home shortly." She looked at me, a bit of anger on her face.

I chuckled, and pulled her face to mine, gave her sweet lips a quick kiss and said "You don't need birth control, you've got children." We both started laughing as she stood up off my lap and started buttoning her blouse back up. Then I remembered Bill and Mary, and I said "Almost forgot, Bill came over, inviting us to another party, this coming weekend."

She looked at me, a bit of surprise at first, then she smiled, saying "I'll go visit with Mary tomorrow and tell her that yes, we'll go."

She was tucking her blouse back into her waistband, as I stood and hugged her, saying "We don't have to."

She laughed, "No, actually, I'm looking forward to it." Another kiss, a walk to the door, followed by another kiss, and she went on home. I went on upstairs, and beat my meat for an hour, thinking so close, yet so far. I woke to a very nice Monday. Waved hi to Bill as I pulled out of my drive and went on to work, and the day there was great as well. And when I arrived home, Randy came right over, telling me his mom wanted to know if I wanted to come over for dinner. I told him sure, and I went inside and showered and changed. Of course, we didn't do so much as hold hands the whole evening, as I stayed there until about ten before heading home myself. The kids seemed to be okay with me and Bonnie. Beverly on the other hand, was being a complete bitch. And you should have seen her face light up when Bonnie said that she had talked to Mary when she got home from work, and that she was looking forward to attending the party this weekend. And so was I!

Next night, Bill and I took Randy to a Reds game and we got home at eleven. Bonnie came over for all of five minutes, before Beverly came and knocked, wanting to know something. I snickered, as Bonnie left me hard and wanting, as she said "I'm going to kill her." softly under her breath while tucking her blouse back into her skirt once again. Wednesday started out as a good day. I was rather cheerful and enjoying my work. I arrived home right at four thirty as I usually do. Getting out of my car, I froze. Something just didn't seem right. It was a sunny warm day, and something was missing. No kids. Bonnie's van was in the drive, and her mother’s car as well, but there was not a kid in sight.

I looked towards the Ramsey's, and I saw Bill coming out and walking right towards me. He had a sad look on his face, and I knew right there that something was wrong. When he was within earshot, I asked "What happened?"

"Amanda shot and killed John last night. Then she committed suicide." He replied.

Well, there goes the pleasant day. I think I said damn, before turning and looking back at the Simpson home. "She home?"

"Yeah, she is." he replied.

"Think I should go on over?" I asked.

"Wouldn't hurt." was his reply.

I sighed, and instead of heading to my front door, I turned and walked over to Bonnie's home. I knocked lightly, and a few seconds, the door opened, and there stood Bonnie. She had been crying, and I was surprised when she wrapped her arms about me, and started to bawl. I comforted her, patting her back, and helped her into the living room. Her mother was sitting there in a chair, going on and on about some nonsense, something biblical and all. I got Bonnie to sit, and I said "I'm so sorry."

She wiped her eyes with a tissue, and glanced over to her mother, and said "I know, I'm just surprised that I'm taking this so hard."

Kelly was on the other side of her, and she leaned over and wrapped her arms around her mother. I asked "Would you want me to stay? If you need me to do something...."

She looked up at my face, a slight smile, "Yes, Stephen, I can stand to use someone to be with me."

I was there the whole evening. John had no next of kin, save his children, so Bonnie was stuck making arrangements. The week was really a blur, what with the viewing on Friday, and the funeral on Saturday. Amanda's parents requested that their daughter be buried with John, and Bonnie of course agreed. Of course, Mary and Bill canceled the party, and Mary was a big help, coming over to help look after the kids, as her mother was of no help. Beverly was a complete nut case, and both Bonnie and I wondered what to do with her. Sunday, I came over and drove the family to their church, as Bonnie requested for me to do this. She was still out of it, emotionally.

Then, the most amazing thing happened. We were on the way home, when her mother said "Now I suppose you and Stephen will do the worse sin."

Being a smartass, I responded "Hey, no way will we ever root for the Wolverines!"

Bonnie giggled, as did the older three children. But then Bonnie stated "Mother, what you want us to do, get married?"

Silence. Nothing more was said the last five minutes on the way home. We got out, and I handed Bonnie the keys. She wouldn't look me in the face, and I grabbed her wrist, making her stop. She turned to Randy, saying "Honey, go unlock the door and let everyone in."

I watched as her family climbed out of the van, and headed to the door. Beverly looked at me, but it wasn't one of hatred. Nor was it very nice. Bonnie cleared her throat, and I asked "You okay?" as my hand went down to her hand , and I held it tightly.

She sighed, "Yes, I'm okay." She paused, "Stephen..."

I smiled, and said "No, don't worry about it." I let go of her hand, and slipped my arm behind her back, saying "Come on, you've anything for me to do today for you?"

"No, I mean, well." She was confused.

I stopped, and she turned to face me and I took her hands in mine, saying "You know, the idea you mentioned sounds nice, but we had better wait and see."

She smiled, and then a frown, "Mind if I come over and talk this afternoon. I've a lot of things to say."

I replied, "Sure." I wanted to add she should make sure that Beverly won't need anything done for a while. I said "Listen, I'll be in the garage. Come on over when you're ready."

She smiled, leaned into me and gave me a hug. As I turned to go, I saw Beverly looking on, no emotion on her face. Interesting. Once home, I changed into some work clothes, grabbed a sandwich and went into the garage. I wasn’t there five minutes when Randy made an appearance. I looked up, asking "You okay?" He sighed, and shook his head yes. I grabbed two stools, and as I sat on one, I said "Come on, take a seat."

I started asking him questions, and it soon became obvious that he was one confused little boy. Bonnie made an appearance, but she didn't make her presence known to her oldest son, at least, not for a good ten minutes, as she listened. Well, it was a three hour conversation on life, death, and love and lust. By the time the talk was through, Bonnie was sitting in a chair, not saying a word as Randy and I talked. Some of it he found rather embarrassing, glancing at his mother, who just smiled, still not speaking. Finally, our talk was through, and I asked him, "Well, you finished the stool the other day, do you want to make anything today?"

He grinned, "Can I use the scroll saw?"

I laughed as I stood up, and rubbed his head playfully with my left hand, saying "Sure, go ahead."

Bonnie stood, and went over and hugged her son, who hugged her back, and I heard them tell each other that they loved one another. Bonnie then looked at me, as Randy went to the scroll saw, and she smiled shyly. I grinned, and reached out with my hand for her. She took it and we went into the house and into the living room, where we sat on the couch. I put my arm around her, and she lifted her face up to look at me. "You going to be all right?"

She put her hand on my thigh, and said "Yes, I'm fine." It didn't take a second, when she said "Stephen, I'm sorry I said that in front of you."

I asked "Why? Did you mean it?"

Se didn't say anything, just leaned up against me, and didn't move. "My marriage to John wasn't the best." She stated.

"And what makes a marriage one of the best, Bonnie?" I asked.

"Honesty, for one thing." she said, giggling. "And, someone that can make me feel good. In bed and in life in general."

I thought about that statement, before I asked "Mind if I ask a personal question?"

She tilted her head and smiled. I kissed her lips, and she softly said "Go ahead."

"Well, how did you and John get hooked up in the first place? I mean, you make it sound like you never loved him." I stated.

She sighed. "Until he died, I didn't think I did." A slight pause, "But in a way, I guess deep inside there was a feeling for him. Maybe it was because he was the father of my children. It surely wasn't because he provided me with love." I didn't ask anything else. "Stephen, you did a great job talking to my son. As a matter of fact, that was far better than what John could have ever done. He would have just quoted some bible verses and be done with it." She moved tighter against me. I thought about feeling her body up with my hands, but the last two times we tried doing that, we were interrupted. And with Randy on the other side of the wall in the garage, I opted out of that plan. "Momma set me up with him. I was a Senior in High School. She wanted me to marry a nice, older Christian man. She set up the first date, and his sweet talking ass and mom's persistence ended up getting me to marry him. I was rather impressionable back then." She chuckled, "And seventeen years later, I've become a bit, well..."

"Pessimistic?"

She made a face, "Unfortunately, with mom and John in my life, I was taught to be pessimistic and judgmental towards everything. No, pessimistic isn't the word I'm looking for. Maybe disgruntled? Disgruntled towards my beliefs? Or what I've always been told my beliefs should be."

"How about loosing faith?" I asked.

"No, not really. I mean, I belief the principle of a god, and of course our savior. But I've lost the ideology I guess, of a strict Christian view of things." She laughed, "Maybe I'm just changing faiths."

I smiled, "Maybe."

She grinned, "You know, you could be a bad influence on me."

"You complaining?" She smiled, and her hand moved onto my lap, and she gently squeezed my rod through my shorts.

"You're not upset about my comment in the van on the way home then?" She asked.

I snorted, "No, not at all."

"Does it scare you?" She asked. I looked at her, and she then said "I mean, if you thought I was joking or being serious, what would you think if I was serious?"

Ball's in my court. I replied "I would say we should go rather slowly, get to know each other a bit better." She smiled, and closed her eyes. I lowered my face to hers, and we started to let our hands slowly wander over each other’s body. We were soon laying on the couch, with me on my side, my back up against the back of the couch, and her back against my chest, as I kissed her neck, my hand had pulled her dress up, and I was rubbing my fingers onto her pubic mound through her panties. She was smiling, keeping her eyes closed, and soon I felt her hips moving. Her breathing was labored, and seeing her throat and face turn red, I knew she was about to go into her own little pleasure world. A world she never made it to, as we heard Emily shout out from outside the front door, "Momma, Grandma said for you to come home now!"

She cried out "Oh shit! Tell mother to go to hell!" as she bolted up right. She had been almost there, and the anger on her face showed that she had been enjoying what my fingers had been doing to her immensely. She leaned back down, and gave me a kiss, saying "We got to find time to finish this." She walked to the front door, and stopped, a sly smile on her face, and asked "Don't you have a portable massage table?"

"Yeah, it's set up in the spare bedroom." I answered.

"Bring it over in thirty minutes." She said.

I was a bit stunned, as I asked "You sure?"

"Damn sure!" she stated as she left me a bit dumbfounded. I exhaled hard, and went on upstairs and folded up the table, and brought it downstairs. I then went into the garage to see how Randy was doing. He looked up from the saw, smiling. I came over and looked, and he turned the machine off. I said "Nicely done, Randy."

He looked at the table I was carrying, and asked "What's that?"

"My massage table. Come on, your mom wants a massage, and I don't want you in here while I'm not around, okay?"

He frowned, and said "Yes sir."

I followed him out of the garage, and entered the code on the keypad and closed the garage door. One of the boys in the neighborhood called out his name, and he went running on down the street. I knocked at Bonnie's door, and Emily answered it. She smiled, turned and screamed out "Mom! Mr. Kilgore is here."

"Well let him in, Emily." I heard her mother shout back.

Emily turned, and said "She said for me to let you in."

"So I heard." I said with a chuckle. I opened the storm door and walked on in, carrying my massage table and the body lotion. Bonnie came out from the kitchen, and I asked "Where do you want me to set up at?"

She said "Well, about the only place with room would be here in the living room."

I smiled, "Okay, I'll put it up right here then, but we'll need some towels and a light blanket."

I set my lotion bottle down, and started to set up the table, as she said to Emily, "Go get two large bath towels, and I'll get a blanket out of my bedroom." She turned to me, saying "I'll go strip down and be back with the blanket."

I was unfolding the table, saying "Okay, when you get here, lay on your belly, and cover yourself up with the blanket. Send Emily into the kitchen to get me when you're ready for me to begin."

I heard her walk away, and I probably had it up before she was even half way up the stairs. I stood, grabbed my lotion bottle, and went into the kitchen. I fastened the bottle belt around my waist and inserted the bottle, then sat and waited. I took the time to look around. The kitchen was spotless, and it looked as if not a thing was out of place. Emily came around the corner, saying "Mom say's she's ready."

I smiled, and stood and followed the twelve year old out to the living room. Bonnie was underneath the blanket, her face down in the head holder. I went to the couch and grabbed a small throw pillow, and went to her feet, reached under the blanket and lifted her legs up by the ankles and placed the pillow underneath. I heard her say "Oh, that's better."

I then went to work, uncovering her legs below the knees, and proceeded for a thirty minute session on legs and back. Yes, I was very discreet, as I worked her upper legs, keeping the back of where her legs joined covered. I did catch a glimpse of her pubes, but that was all. And when I had her back bare, I saw a nice profile of her breasts pushed down underneath her into the table top, as I worked her back, sides, and then her shoulders. She groaned as I worked the knots out along her clavicle, but most people do. That's when her mother came into the room. She glared at me, and I acted non-plus.

Finished with her back, I asked "You want the front done?"

"Yean, sure." I heard her say.

I came around to the side, and lifted the blanket up, and she started to roll over, just as Randy came into the house. I jerked my head and looked, but there he was, standing there, his mouth hanging open as I quickly dropped the towel. I went to put the pillow up underneath her knees, saying "Hello Randy."

He stuttered out "Oh, hi, um..."

Beverly jumped in, "Are you happy know?"

"Mother, shut the fuck up or leave the room." was the response from Bonnie. It wasn't said loud, just enough for Beverly, I, and Kelly who had shown up not long before Randy, to hear. I didn't even look at the older woman, as I went to work on the feet first.

Beverly remained where she was, and Randy moved nervously on towards the stairs. Once he was safely out of ear shot, I said "Sorry."

She giggled, "No, not a problem. He just came in at the wrong time."

"You okay?" I asked.

She replied with a soft moan, "God yes. It hurt at first on my shoulders, but boy do they feel fine now."

"Yeah." I said, as I worked up her right leg, "With all the stress you've had lately, you're muscles were all knotted up."

"How often does one get a massage?" she asked.

"Oh, depends on the individual. Usually once a month. Those that do a lot of heavy work or a very stressful job can be in twice a month." I replied, as I covered the right leg, and went to the left.

"How much would it cost me? For once a month?" she asked.

I laughed, "Nada. Not a thing."

"That way he can see you naked." Declared Beverly.

Bonnie bolted up, the blanket falling down on her breasts, and she glared at her mother, saying "Stephen can see me naked any damn time he pleases. As a matter of fact, I'm thinking of taking the kids and go with him to the Ramsey's nudist colony the first chance I get!" She looked at the bottom of the stairs, and I turned to see Randy standing there. She asked gruffly, "What is it, Randy?"

He stuttered, trying not to look at his mothers bare breasts, "I, um, was wanting to ask Mr. Kilgore if I could start a project when he's done?"

I smiled, not looking at Bonnie as I put my left hand on her shoulder and pushed her back down, "Sure Randy, have a seat, I won't be much longer." I grabbed the blanket and pulled it up to cover her breasts.

She smiled at me, saying "Next time, we do this at your place."

"Yes, this doesn't help relieve the stress if you keep getting annoyed, does it?" I replied. I heard Kelly snicker from where she sat behind me. I proceeded to do her arms, and finished with her shoulders and head. I placed my right hand on her tummy, and my left on her forehead, a common practice for a masseuse at the end of a service. I felt her body relax, and I said softly, "Get up when you're ready, I'll be in the kitchen."

I went on into the kitchen, and pulled the bottle out and unfastened the belt. Then I washed my hands, dried them and took a seat. Emily came into the kitchen a few seconds later, saying "Mommy went on upstairs."

I came out, and broke down the table. The other children were milling about, and soon I was ready to go. I looked at Randy, saying "Come on."

He smiled, and was up on his feet. As we walked across the yard, I asked "So what's this project you want too do?"

He pulled out a picture torn from a magazine, and showed it to me. I looked at it, while entering the door code, and let out a whistle, "Wow Randy, that's sort of an ambitious project, isn't it?"

He mumbled "Well, it's for mom, and I, well, wanted to make something special."

I smiled. Okay, maybe I am a softy. I sighed, and took a seat at the workbench. I glanced up, asking "You realize this is a long term project?"

He nodded his head yes, saying "I figured at least two months."

At least? Shit, probably closer to six. And the cost of wood? How much board feet would go into something like this, anyway? "You know how much the wood will cost? And what type of wood you going to use?"

He shrugged, "I was hoping to use Oak, or maple."

Well, the kid has learned his wood. A full floor to ceiling cabinet, with glass doors and four drawers. I looked up, and he looked like he was going to cry. Oh well shit. "Tell you what, today's Sunday. Tomorrow evening, I'll take you to a woodworking supply shop to find a plan that will come close to matching this." He smiled. "I'll buy it, and you can sit down and price out how much it will cost in both maple, oak, and pine, okay? And then we'll talk some more about it."

He smiled, and said "Thank you sir."

I laughed, "No problem. Now, why don't you help me sand that sideboard."

He went and grabbed the sanding blocks and went at it. About twenty minutes in, he asked "Um, is mom really going to do that?"

I wasn't thinking, as I asked "Do what?"

"Take us to a nudist colony." he stated.

I snorted, shaking my head, "No, I don't think so. I think she was just mad at your grandmother."

"Oh, well, she's always mad at grandma." was his rather blunt statement. Interesting. "I wonder what it would be like?"

I chuckled, "Probably a bit boring. Most people there would be around the age of Mr. & Mrs. Ramsey."

"Oh." was his response. He went on sanding for about ten minutes. I knew he was wanting to ask more questions, especially after the talk from earlier this afternoon. "Bobby says he's snuck a peak a few times." I leaned over and looked at him, and he added "He says he sneaks into the Turners back yard, and watched through the fence." He scrunched up his nose, adding "Say's it's nothing but a bunch of old fat women."

I had a hell of a time keeping from laughing, "Well Randy, you see, that's what it would be like if you went. Although I'm sure there would be some other people close to your age."

He had a tone of amazement in his voice, asking "Really?" I noticed it wasn't of excitement.

"Yep, the Ramsey's grandchildren, they're younger than you, but I've heard that they go." I said.

He sighed, "Well, I'm not sure if I can do it. I mean, well."

I chuckled, "Don't worry about it. If you go, you would get use to it rather quickly." He smiled and went back to work sanding. An hour later, and I was getting hungry. I said "Go on home and eat, tomorrow, we can go see what we can find after work, okay?"

He stood up, saying "Thank you, Mr. Kilgore."

I closed the garage door after he left and went on inside the house. After washing up, I made a quick dinner, grabbed a beer and sat down for Sunday night baseball. I wasn't down five minutes when there was a knock at the door. Opening it, there stood Bonnie. I let her come on inside, and I said "Everything okay at home?"

She laughed as she took a seat on the couch, saying "Oh, as best that can be expected. I had to deal with mother throwing a fit for allowing myself to be exposed to you and my son."

I sat down next to her, and we hugged and kissed. "Well, how long before we're interrupted this time?"

She giggled, and placed her forehead on my chin, saying "Probably ten minutes."

"Damn, doesn't give us nearly enough time." I exclaimed.

"That's okay, I'm sure we'll find time where we will not be inturrpted." Was her sorry sounding reply. She then asked "I do have a favor to ask you?"

"Will I marry you?" I asked, jokingly.

She laughed, "Not today." And she kissed my lips. "However, the thought is in my mind."

I asked "So you weren't joking then?" I asked.

She sighed, "Oh, I don't know, Stephen. I mean, I am very much interested in you and all. And you're already a better father figure towards my boy than John had ever been." She paused, "Actually, I think that's why I'm attracted to you. Um, does that bother you?"

I quickly responded, "No, not at all. I would be very much interested in pursuing this option later on."

She asked "How much later on?"

I smiled, pulled her tight against me, and said "Later on when both of us get tired of getting interrupted."

She giggled, "That'll be in..." she lifted her arm up and looked at her watch "Seven minutes or so."

We playfully hugged and kissed each other, before I asked "Okay, now what's your question?"

"Oh, believe it or not, I'm executer of John's estate. I've never done this sort of thing before, and I sure the hell don't trust my mother to help." She stopped there.

I laughed, "So you want me to help." She smiled, nodding her head yes. "When's the first meeting with the lawyer?"

"Tuesday at one. Over in Springdale." was her reply.

"No problem, I can take time off, how about I pick you up here at noon and we have lunch together?" I asked.

She grinned, "Sure, I would love that." I kissed her lips, and she moaned, and we started kissing some more.

And in five minutes, we heard "Mommy, Grandma needs you."

We broke apart, and looked at each other, and then we laughed. I helped her to her feet, and hand in hand, we went to the front door, where she opened it and found Jill, the thirteen year-old, waiting for us. I smiled, and so did she. Yes, she knows her mommy and I are fooling around. We both could tell by the smirk on her face. Bonnie stepped outside, grabbed her daughters hand, and pulled her towards her house, saying "Come on, what does grandma want now?"

I laughed, and closed the door, and went back to watching the baseball game. Of course, the idea of marriage was on my mind. Shit, six kids, kind of scary, you know? The oldest a budding sixteen year-old girl, and the youngest a toddler in diapers. And who's to say that I don't add to the brood? I ended up having a heck of a time sleeping that night. Next day, Randy was at my truck as soon as I pulled in the drive. I just chuckled, told him to wait on the porch, and I went in to change and away we went. We were home in ninety minutes, and I was invited to have dinner next door. Pretty much as we had dinner, Bonnie and I were talking about what she could expect tomorrow. After dinner, Randy came over to my garage, and I helped him get started figuring out costs.

I sat there, pretending to work on something, studying his face as he went over the figures. When he was done, he had a big frown on his face, as he looked down at the paper, his head in his hands. I asked "Well?"

He made a face, "Pine would be about three hundred dollars. Maple five, and Oak almost nine."

Not a surprise. I cleared my throat, and said "Let me look at something here."

I took the sheet from him, and started looking. Bill came into the garage, and asked "What you doing, guys?"

I stated, "Randy has a rather ambitious project here." I handed Bill the plans, as I went over the material list, and did some thinking.

Bill goes, "Whoa there, big fella. This is a rather large project for a inexperienced young man!"

I came up with a thought, "So, how much were you thinking of spending, Randy?"

He had a sad face, "I got a hundred and twenty dollars."

I looked at Bill, and asked "Hoe much pine do you have?"

He shrugged, "I can probably come up with maybe enough for a quarter of it."

I added "And I have maybe a third, at best."

With a heavy sigh, he said "I was really hoping to make something nice for mom."

Aw shit. Bill and I looked at each other. Then Bill smiled, "I'll tell you what Randy. We'll get the pine. Now, I know you would like to make it out of oak or maple, but, if you do a good enough job, maybe we'll sell the pine one for enough money to buy enough maple or oak to make one for Bonnie, okay?"

His face brightened, Sure!" he exclaimed loudly.

Bill and I had a good chuckle, and I said "Well, there are my pine boards over there, go start going through them and figure what you can use from them. Tomorrow night I'll help you use the planner."

Another smile, and he got off his stool and went to the wood pile. Thankfully, I have marked on each pile what is what, so he was soon busy working away. I looked at Bill, and he gestured for the door going into the house. Okay, I knew this was more than a social call. I asked "What's up?"

He smiled, "Bonnie was over talking to us today."

I smiled, "And?"

"She asked about visiting our campground." was his response.

I took a seat at the table, and so did he. "Well, she mentioned she was interested."

He then came right out and asked "You thinking of marrying her?"

I laughed, "Well, it's been discussed, why?"

A big grin on his face, as he said "Well, she was talking to Mary while I was in the other room. She wasn't quiet enough for me not to hear what she was telling my wife. Seems she's interested in you as a husband."

I grinned, "Like I said, it's been discussed. Now, what about the camp?"

"Bonnie wanted to bring the whole family to it this weekend." He replied. My stunned face told him that I was surprised. He chuckled, "Relax, Mary talked her out of it." I exhaled, only to be shocked with "Instead, you and her are going as a couple."

"Well, I'm grateful that Mary talked her out of the whole family. And really, I'm looking forward to visiting with just her and I." He smiled, and I asked "This Saturday?"

He nodded his head yes. "Don't let her know that I told you."

Chuckling, I said "No problem, I'm just glad you did."

He stood, as did I, and we started for the door to the garage, when he stopped, and asked "You really thinking of marrying her?"

"Yep, afraid so!" I stated with a smile. I started to open the door for him, but I stopped, and said "Oh, the kids don't know yet."

He smiled, and we went out to check on Randy. I went to work on my sideboard, and Bill started helping Randy with his project. And I was thinking, if this kid keeps up with this much enthusiasm, he just might get it finished within four weeks. Bill finally left at about ten, and I sent Randy on home, as I did have to work the next day. At noon, I headed on home, picked up Bonnie and had lunch. We got a booth at Burbank’s, and as I looked over the menu, she asked "What are you doing this weekend, Stephen?"

"Oh, I have no plans, what would you like to do?" I asked, as I read over the menu.

"I was thinking of us two going to Bill and Mary's campground on Saturday."

I lifted my head, and with no real emotion, asked "If you would like, yes, we can go."

She smiled, looking about somewhat nervously, and said "Thank you."

I reached with both hands across teeth able, and asked "Would you like later to get here a bit quicker?"

She looked at me with a stunned look on her face, and a soft "Oh!" came from her mouth. She smiled, "I, um."

I chuckled, "An answer isn't necessary today."

"No!" she stated, She blushed, "I mean, no, I won't wait another day. My answer is yes. But when?"

I grinned, "How about in four or five weeks? Unless of course you want a big wedding."

She blushed, "No, a small private event would be nice." She frowned, and said "But what about mom?"

I smiled, massaging her hands as they lay in mine, "Tell you what. Saturday, let's discuss this while we're at the camp. When we get home, we'll inform your mother and your children of our future plans. Of course, maybe you might want to discuss it with your oldest three first, or at least Kelly, since she is the oldest."

She smiled, and our food arrived. I saw a tear form in her eye, as we began to eat. Yes, I know, it probably wasn't very romantic, but it worked. And, the day got even better. We had not only the trip to the lawyer, but also to the proper federal and state agency's to establish benefits for the children. She was surprised when she was told how much her late ex-husband was worth. It seemed that although he was an asshole, he had invested his money wisely. Not only that, but he had three life insurance policy's that listed her as beneficiary. Since his death was not natural, the total came out to just over one-point two million dollars. The investments, they totaled almost the same. I suggested she get a financial counselor, and I was sure I knew exactly who could help. A quick call to Bill, and he of course knew who to contact.

As we left the lawyer's office, we were both still a bit stunned. Once in the car, I said "Well, you're obviously financially set, do you still want to marry me?" She turned, smiled, and leaned my way and we kissed. "Okay, I'll take that as a yes." I said with a soft laugh.

We were on our way to the different government agencies. Two hours later, and we found that each kid was going to receive three hundred a month. I think she was in total shock, as I drove us home. As we walked to her home from my driveway, I said "You know, maybe you should see the counselor tomorrow."

She turned, "Can you get off tomorrow?"

"Yeah, sure." I said.

She smiled, and gave me a kiss, and then said "Go change, come over for dinner."

We hugged, and breaking apart, I saw her mother looking out the window, but she wasn't glaring as she once was. I made a call to Bill once again, and had him set up an appointment, and a little while later, he called and said it was set for ten, and where to go. Dinner was nice. Afterwards, I went back to my home, as Randy wanted to work on his project. Next morning, after a short work on the sideboard, I was off with Bonnie. An interesting meeting. I was satisfied with the outcome, as a Mr. Don White went over her new financial portfolio, making a lot of suggestions, which I helped Bonnie in making decisions.

After dinner on Wednesday, we were on her couch in her living room, her sitting up against me as her family watched television. It was pushing almost ten, when I whispered into her ear, "Have you told the oldest three yet?"

She sighed, and turned her face. I smiled, and lowered my lips to hers, and gave them a soft kiss. We heard Beverly clear her throat loudly, but we ignored her, before I finally lifted my face up. She smiled, asking "What you doing tomorrow?"

I chuckled, "Going to work and get caught up from a day and a half with you."

She sat up and stood, pulling me on the arm. We went outside onto the porch, and she sighed as I wrapped my arms around her from behind. I whispered "I love you."

She moaned "Yes, and I do believe that I love you as well, Stephen." She turned around, and we hugged, and she said "See you Saturday morning then."

I patted her nice round ass with my hands, and asked, "Okay, what time?"

"Come over at seven for breakfast." She replied.

We kissed once more, and I went on to my house. The next two days dragged. Yes, I was looking forward to Saturday. Immensely! Since I worked both Thursday and Friday evenings, I didn't get a chance to see Randy, but I did see Bill, who helped the kid work on his project. Of course, I had already told Bill, and he told me with a hearty chuckle that Randy was all smiles both Thursday and Friday. Of course, he didn't say a word to Bill why he was so damn happy. Saturday morning, I was at the Simpson's front door, and Jill let me in. She had a grin on her face, as I went on into the dining room and sat down for breakfast. Kelly and her grandmother came in from the kitchen, carrying sausage and pancakes, and as Bonnie came into the dining room to sit next to me, as Beverly asked her "What's he doing here for breakfast?"

Bonnie grabbed some sausage, and put it on my plate, smiling, as she took some fore herself, saying "Stephen and I are going away for the day, mother. We've some important items to discuss. We'll be home some time after dinner." She then asked Kelly "Did you get our lunch packed, dear?"

Kelly was taking her seat at the table, trying to get the two-year old settled down, saying "Yes momma, it's on the counter."

Bonnie smiled, saying nicely, "Good girl." It was a quiet breakfast. And an even quieter ride towards the camp. About an hour away, and I could tell she was nervous. I asked "You going to be okay?"

She nodded her head yes, saying "I had better be."

"It's not too late."

"No, it's not."

I pulled into a small drive and came to a gate. Bill had described it to a 't', as I pressed a call button. A voice asked who we were, and I responded with our names, and then the gate opened automatically. We drove down the lane and around a slight rise, and there she saw her first nudists. Well, other than the group at Bill & Mary's a short two weeks ago. I saw the sign for the office, and I parked in a small lot next to it marked for visitors. I was actually quite amazed. There must have been well over a hundred people there, all naked and most very brown. We got out of the car and went into the office. A tall, thin and very old man was standing there, and he smiled, saying "Stephen and Bonnie, right?"

I said "Yes."

He said "Welcome to Sunny Acres. Mary is here and waiting for you. All I need from you two is to fill out this form and both of your drivers licenses so I can copy them." We dug them out, and he took them to the copier and made a copy, while Bonnie filled out the paperwork. I smiled when she listed me as living at her address. He handed us our licenses back, as Bonnie finished the register card, saying "Hope you two have a pleasant stay here."

Bonnie enthusiastically replied "I'm sure we will." We left the office, and she took my hand, leading me to my truck. Once there, she opened the passenger side door, and started taking her clothes off. I went and did the same. Soon we were clothed with the sun, as we heard a familiar voice shout out "Hey you two."

I turned, and saw Mary approaching, all smiles, and not a thing else. She hugged me, and then Bonnie, with Bonnie saying "Well, we're here." She reached into the truck, and pulled out the small cooler that Kelly had packed, "And we've brought lunch as well."

Mary put her arm in hers, and they started to walk, as I locked the door, grabbed my keys, and closed it. Yes, I didn't need a catastrophe there. I followed them as Mary guided Bonnie to the pool. There was a small eating area, with tables and umbrella's, and thee chairs had towels on them. Mary smiled, pointing to them, saying "I put some towels down, that's proper etiquette." We sat, and they started chattering away. And, I admired Bonnie. Slim frame, and a pair of breasts that looked as good as they felt. And of course, I had to look at something else, as I recollected how damn fine they did feel the couple of times I had my hands up under her blouse. I was a bit unsettled at first, looking around at all the other nudies. Yes, I had been to a lot of get-togethers in the Ramsey's backyard. But nothing like this! Plus, here was Bonnie, naked as I, and I was wanting to take her somewhere a bit private.

I finally stood, grumbling that I needed to get cooled off in the pool. That seemed to do the trick, as I settled down in the cool water and sighed with contentment. Not long after I got in, both Bonnie and Mary joined me in the water where I sat up to my shoulders. Mary asked "You okay?"

I chuckled, "Yeah, got a bit overheated."

Bonnie was grinning, "Is that what you call it?"

I blushed, and Mary started laughing. She reached over and patted my shoulder, saying "You're just not use to Bonnie being naked, and well..."

I laughed "And well is right."

We all laughed it off, and I did feel more relaxed. Bonnie grabbed my hand as we sat in the water, and she started asking Mary a bunch of questions. Another hour went by, and Mary asked if we were hungry. Well, I was. She led us out of the pool, and we dried off in the hot sun, before heading on down to her and Bill's trailer. Both decided it might be best if he arrived later, that way Bonnie could adapt better to the surroundings. She was dong a fine job, and she took in the sight of the kids, probably a dozen or so, playing on the playground equipment, just as naked as her. There were also a few teens, and she checked them out as well. I just smiled, seeing that she indeed is serious about bringing the kids. We had lunch, then we returned to the pool. We spent the day soaking in the water, with Bonnie and I holding hands. At about three, Mary excused herself, and it was obvious that this was prearranged. Well, we talked, together, planning out our future. For starters, we decide we would get hitched at her house a month from today. We also decided that she would quit her part-time job, and she would stay at home, returning to watch her own kids.

Since she now has plenty of money, it was decided that we would remodel her home, adding three bedrooms to it, as well as a full bath. My house, we would sell, but I would have a workshop built in back of hers for my hobby. Then we talked about her mother. An interesting conversation. It was decided that tonight I would sit down with her and Beverly, and have a short talk to her. Bonnie for the most part wanted her to move. I said it might be best to have her stay. We also discussed having a child. I was all for it, if she wanted to. She seemed happy at the prospect of having another baby. At five, Mary came back to the pool, saying she had dinner ready, so we got out, dried off and slipped our shoes on and followed her to her trailer. We met three other couples for dinner, two of which had children, and it was an interesting time. Bonnie asked about how their kids adjusted, and was surprised at the answers. Well, it looks like she might go through with it. I kind of was worried though, and I kept wondering what I was getting myself into.

Bill arrived right after dinner, and we stayed for a while longer, not leaving until almost sunset. Finally, with the day about gone, we went to my truck, dressed and headed on home. We weren't even off the property, and I asked "Was it what you expected?"

She laughed, "Honestly, I wasn't sure what to expect." She then said "You had some difficulty’s at first we saw."

Laughing, I said "Well, there I was, with the lady I now love, and we hadn't even had sex yet, and we were both sitting around naked. I was fine once I was use to the thought."

"Yes, you were at that." She responded. We spent the ride home talking once more about our future. When we were almost home, she asked "So what does your sister think?" My blank face showed what I had neglected to do so far, she asked "You mean you hadn’t told her yet?"

"I'll call her in the morning." I said, laughing hard. She was smiling as she shook her head, amazed at that I hadn't told what remained of my family. I said "You've siblings, have you told them?"

"Heck no. Mom's been telling them of my constant sinning. She's been talking to my three older sisters each damn night."

I laughed, asking "Are they as religious as your mom?"

She shook her head no, saying "Uh-uh, although mom thinks so."

We pulled into the drive and I parked it. We got out and went to her house. She was holding my hand tightly as we went inside, finding all six kids there, as well as her mother. They all looked at us, and Bonnie and I took a seat on a chair, with her on my lap. She cleared her throat, and looked at me, smiling. I gave her a quick kiss, then I looked at her mom.

Bonnie whispered into my ear "I'll be back, babe." and she got to her feet, went to her mother, and offered her hand. Beverly looked at her, somewhat suspiciously, before taking her hand in her own. Bonnie pulled on it, and the two of them left the room, heading for a bedroom down the hall. Well, I wasn't sure what to do, until Kelly asked "Mr. Kilgore, can you play a board game with us?"

Well, that's a start. I said "Sure, what you guys want to play?"

"Monopoly!" shouted out Jill, as she rushed to the closet and pulled a game out. They had the game on the table, and soon the three oldest kids and I were playing monopoly, while the younger three played with their toys. Bonnie didn't come back out for almost two hours. When she did, she came out into the living room and saw us in the dining room. When our eyes met, she smiled, and came and sat in the chair next to me, and scooted it over close to me. The game was going on pretty well, everyone was having a good time. I decided it was best to ask Bonnie later what all was said between her and her mother. I was rolling the dice, when Kelly asked "So mom, how was the nudie place."

I smirked, when I saw Randy's face jerk up, his jaw slack as he was rather surprised by what his older sister had asked. Jill was grinning, so it seemed the two girls knew. "Just fine, Kelly. Stephen and I had a great time in the pool."

Randy asks "You guys went to a nudie place? And you were naked?"

I smiled, "Well Randy, what else would you be at a nudie place."

"It's called a nudist resort, Randy." corrected his mother, as she elbowed me. I smirked, as she added "Would you kids like to visit it?" The three of them fidgeted, and she said "There were a bunch of kids there, some around your ages."

Kelly said "Gee mom, I'm not sure. I mean, we have to go without clothes?"

Didn't I just say something about what a nudist resort is? I started to open my mouth, but Bonnie elbowed me again as she said "Yes dear. If you go, you have to go without clothes. But don't worry, you'll do fine."

"When we going?" asked Randy.

"Next Friday." she responded.

I noticed no one was paying any attention to the game, as Randy asked "Um, are there girls my age there?"

Kelly was grinning as she said "Yeah, and they get to see your little thingy."

"Kelly! That wasn't nice." hissed out Bonnie. "For that comment, you get to wash the dishes every night this coming week."

Her oldest grumbled, as I said to Randy, "Don't worry about it Randy, you'll be okay."

"Well, I'm all for it!" stated a grinning Jill. Now that's interesting.

"And why's that, honey?", asked her mother.

Kelly snorted, "Because she's always walking around the bedroom without a stitch on. Now she can do it out in front of everyone."

"What about you, Kelly? You okay with this?" Bonnie asked.

Kelly shrugged, "Doesn't make much difference to me mom. I mean, if it will make you happy for us to go, then sure, why not?"

Bonnie smiled, and said "Well then, that settles it. Next Friday night, we head to the camp." She reached over and squeezed my hand tightly. Yeah, I was looking forward to it. And most importantly of all, I was looking forward to taking her to bed. Bonnie talked things over with her children for another thirty minutes, before saying "Well, you kids get ready for bed. I'll be in my bedroom with Stephan."

I was a bit surprised at that, and I saw both older girls smirk, as I stood along with Bonnie, and we went towards her bedroom. I stepped inside the room before her, and turned around to watch her close the door. A smile on her face, as she stepped to me, as I extended my arms. She fell into me, wrapping her arms about my waist, as I patted her backside, and kissed the top of her head. I whispered softly, "You okay?"

I felt her body sigh, and she said "Yeah, I think so."

I stepped back towards her bed, and brought her down with me onto the edge where we sat. She was glancing down at our holding hands, as I said "We don't have to do anything yet, Bonnie."

She smiled, and frowned, before she replied "Thanks, Stephan. You're a big help to me."

She leaned back onto the bed, taking me with her, and her lips fell onto my lips. It seemed like we kissed for a whole minute, and I felt her push herself tightly against my body, her warm crotch against my belly, bucking softly. We broke the kiss, and I leaned away some, allowing my hand to come up and cup her breast through her shirt, kneading it as I stated, "I take it your mother's not pleased."

She blushed, giggled, and buried her face into my shoulder, before saying "No, not hardly." Another deep sigh, and a long pause, before she went on to say "I told her of our plans. And, I told her she had two options. To stay and accept this, or pack her bags and leave."

I exhaled, and let out a soft whistle, and asked "You think that's wise?"

"To let her stay?" she asked back.

I chuckled, "No, to tell her to leave." She giggled, and snuggled up against me as I rolled onto my back, her head resting on my shoulder.

I felt her hand rubbing my thigh, and quickly find my cock through my slacks. "I did say some other things, such as she will watch what she says around my children about you and I. And," she raised herself up, and stated "I told her I was through with her conservative religious beliefs." as she broke out in a big grin.

I quipped, "Sure hope we don't burn in hell, Bonnie."

"My life's been hell for the past seventeen years, Stephen. It's now high time I experience some of heaven with you." She lowered her face to mine, and we began to kiss again. It wasn't twenty seconds, before we heard the shrill voice of six year-old Emily cry out from the other side of the door, "Mommy! Jill won't let me into the bathroom!"

Bonnie raised her head, and hissed out over her shoulder, "I'll be right out!"

I chuckled, and raised up, saying "In a month, we'll have more time."

She blushed as she stood, and reached down with her hand for mine. I grabbed it and pulled myself up, saying, "You want me over for breakfast?"

Gruffly she said "I would rather you spend the night."

She was almost to the door, and I gently took hold of her from behind with my arms around her waist, kissed her ear, and whispered, "In a month."

She sighed, turned her face, and kissed my chin, saying "Thank you, Stephen."

I let her go, and I followed her out the door, where she found Emily standing there. I went on into the living room, as I listened to her start giving Emily and Jill some verbal reprimand. She came into the room to join me, and we hugged, with me saying "In the morning then." I kissed her lips, and then said "I love you."

Her eyes sparkled, as she whispered "You sure you can't spend the night?"

"Better not, we’d keep the kids up." I snorted. She grinned, and let go of me, as I walked out of the house and went on home.

The next day, I was over for breakfast at eight in the morning. Right away, I saw something, but I couldn't put a finger on it. She was quiet, and a bit sullen, and at first, I wondered if it was because of her mother. The looks on the faces of the oldest two, Kelly and Randy, when they asked about going to church, and she responded that they weren't going today. I ended up taking Randy to my house, where I helped him work on that cabinet. Bill and I decided it would be best that for each piece, he make it of a piece of scarp wood. Sort of practice for him before he makes it of pine. Good thing too, as he miss-measured the second board, making a nice piece of firewood. He was a bit discouraged at first, but soon he had another board out, running it through the planner. And then there was Bonnie. The morning's happening still fresh in my mind, as about noon she came over, motioning me to stop what we were doing. After the roar of the machines died down, she smiled, saying to Randy, "Go get cleaned up, we're going to Aunt Helen's." Randy grumbled as he left the garage, and she turned to me, saying "You too."

I chuckled, and went for the door, with her following me, as I stated, "This your older sister?"

She stated "Uh-huh." while she followed me to my bedroom. "She called thirty minutes ago, inviting us all over for a cook-out."

I peeled my shirt off, as I chuckled and said "Sounds like she wants to meet your future husband, huh?"

I turned, and found her standing there, right in front of me, as she quickly grabbed the top of my shorts, undid them and pulled them down along with my underwear. She stated "Yeah, something like that.", before she grabbed my cock and bent over at the waist and beginning to suck away. My mouth opened as I closed my eyes, exhaling what felt like all the air in my lungs as she jerked and sucked my very responsive prick. Her blowjob got me off in about five minutes, as I tensed up and shot my load into her receptive mouth.

After she waited for my cock to stop throbbing, as I felt her tongue tickling my pee hole, she released my tool from her hot little mouth, and said "Now go shower up." I laughed, heading to the bathroom, my semi-hard pecker leading the way, saying loudly, "You want to join me?"

There was a pause as I kicked my shorts and underwear off the rest of the way, and turning she was in the doorway, wearing a smile, "I would like that, but my period started with a bang this morning. I didn't bring any kotex over, so best if you go alone, big guy."

I laughed, now realizing what the mood swing this morning was from, as I stated "I'll be over as soon as I can."

I stepped into the tub and closed the curtain, hearing her say "I'll wait here." Grinning, and thinking 'what's up with that?', I showered quickly, and after turning off the water, I stepped out to see her still standing in the doorway. I dried off, and as I dried my pecker and legs, I said "Oh, and thanks."

She was still smiling, as she said "No problem. First time I gave a man a blowjob that I actually enjoyed it."

I jerked my head up, asking "Really? Why's that?"

She blushed, and replied, "Probably because I actually want to please you."

I laughed, as I tossed the towel on the rack, and she turned and stepped back into my bedroom, with me leaving the bathroom. I went to my dresser and pulled out a pair of socks and underwear, tossing them on the bed. As I grabbed a shirt out of another drawer, I said "And I can't wait to get my head between your thighs to give you pleasure in return, Bonnie."

I had my back turned towards her, and she moaned softly, saying "Well, that sounds good. John never was into that much. Usually just enough to get me wet for penetration."

I was pulling a clean shirt over my head, a bit surprised at that revelation, and as I picked up my underwear to step into them, I asked "Really?" She nodded her head yes, and all I did was shake my head in astonishment, and said a blunt and surprised "Huh!"

She didn't say any more as I sat and pulled on a pair of socks. I then went to the closet and grabbed a pair of khaki's, got them on, and we smiled at each other. She came over and we hugged and kissed, before we broke apart, and hand in hand we walked out of the bedroom, heading to her house. We weren't even out the front door, when she said "Stephen, we're getting married in a month."

Okay, where's she going? Second thoughts? "Yeah, is that too soon?"

She first said "What?" then a surprised and empathic "No." A soft giggle, as I felt ere squeezer my hand tightly, while I closed the door behind us. "It's just that, well, I've decided not to get on the pill after all."

I stooped our forward progress, turned to her, and took her free hand in my free hand, and said "Would it bother you to have another child?" She aggressively shook her head no. I lowered my face to hers and kissed her lips. Then I said "Well, I guess I'll take my chances in a month then."

We started walking towards her house, and she exhaled hard, and after a brief moment, said "Thank you, Stephen."

The rest of the day was very pleasant. Helen and her husband Ron live over in Madeira, and they've four kids, all older than Bonnie's oldest save for one. I had met them years before, naturally, so it wasn't like they never knew me, as they've visited Bonnie on numerous occasions. Her other sister Janet was there with her husband Dan and their youngest son, who's a year older than Kelly. So it was a nice afternoon, and I mainly chatted with the husbands of my future sister-in-laws. Oh, and Bev sat there for the most part, not saying a thing. Surprisingly, the topic of nudism was never brought up, although it was hinted at. We actually had two meals there before we got home just before dark late that Sunday night.

I pulled the van into the drive, and helped get the youngest two out, as was Bonnie and Kelly, when I closed the van doors. Bonnie was holding Dan, and I gave her a kiss on the cheek, and said "I'll see you tomorrow then?"

She grinned, grabbed my hand, and said "You should, as long as you're spending the night."

Well that'll work! Although the glare from Beverly was quite comical. No, we didn't have sex. Not with the mess down there underneath her dress. I did go to my house, for the reason to get some clothes for the next morning. And it was a very pleasant night, once we retired to her bedroom after she got the kids to bed. I received a very hot and wet blowjob, which I was very grateful for. Damn! Twice in one day. She sure knows how to please a guy when she wants too!

The week dragged. Not just for me, but for Bonnie as well. Even the kids seemed a bit as if they were in a high level of anticipation. Bonnie and I did sleep together, the whole week. And we did get some things accomplished, such as go get our marriage license, and set a date for an appearance before a judge for the third Friday afternoon in September. I also had to go buy a tent. A very big tent. It's a 10 foot by eighteen foot dome tent, and I was pretty confident it would hold Bonnie and I as well as the six kids. Of course, air mattresses were needed, and she decided on three queens and a single. Bonnie and I on one queen, the two oldest girls on another, we could fit Emily, Carol and Dan on the third, and Randy get's his own single. Of course, both Kelly and Jill threw a fit once they were told this, so I ended up going back and getting two more singles, one each for them. Yes, I did see it coming.

Friday afternoon came, and it was an interesting time leaving the Simpson driveway, what with Beverly holding a bible as she preached in front of the garage as I backed the van out of the drive. No she was not going. As a matter of fact, I was pretty sure that Bonnie informed her that she was not invited. And hell yes she knew where we were going camping to! I did feel a bit nervous over this, not to mention a bit of pity towards my soon-to-be mother-in-law. But I was sure I was going to get over that. And I thought the ride to the camp was silent when I took Bonnie, it was eerily quiet taking the kids. The only ones that made a sound were the three younger kids, and that was about it.

It took the full ninety minutes to get there, and as we pulled up to the gate, I turned to Bonnie and looked at her. She just smiled, and waved her hand forward. In less than a minute, we were at the parking lot, and I heard one of the older two girls gasp, and Randy stutter out "Oh my."

I choked back a laugh, and I opened the door, saying "Okay kids, we're here."

Bonnie was getting out, and said "Kelly, get the younger ones out, and wait there on the bench, we'll be back shortly."

I glanced around, seeing all that were within eye-sight turn and stopped what they were doing, and just give us all a quick look before going on their merry naked way. Mary was in the office waiting for us, and Bonnie hugged her, with Mary asking "Are you sure?"

Bonnie giggled, "Well, it's a bit late to turn back."

I went to the guy behind the desk, and he said "You all were here last weekend, so no problem with ID, all you need to do is pay me."

I pulled out my wallet, and handed him some plastic, and I heard Mary say "Stephen, we'll be by the van, deciding where to pitch the tent."

I said "Sure.", as I waited for my receipt so I could sign for the weekend. After doing that, and pocketing my copy, I left the office and headed back to the van. It seemed that a site had already been chosen by Mary and Bill, as it was in a grove of pines, about a hundred feet from their camper. And Bill was having Randy, who was now very naked, and somewhat sheepish looking, help him carry the tent to the area where we were to set up. Bonnie, Mary and the others, all now naked, save Dan in his diaper, were standing around, talking. Well, Mary and Bonnie were talking. Kelly and Jill were standing there, looking nervously around their new surroundings. I smiled as they looked at me, and I spoke to Bonnie, saying "Why don't you and Mary take the girls to the playground. Maybe Kelly and Jill would want to swim? And Bill, Randy and I will set up camp."

Bonnie said "Okay guys, let's go."

It was an interesting sight, Bonnie and Mary in the lead, with Emily and Carol waddling along behind them, and Kelly with Jill as Kelly carried Dan. And it was obvious Kelly was carrying him so she could hide her body from anyone that might want to look. I just chuckled, as I reached into the back of the van, and grabbed some more gear. In ten minutes we had what we wanted at the site for the time being. Then the fun part, setting up the tent. It didn't take long, as Randy and I had set it up twice the last few days. So twenty minutes later it was up, and ready for the air mattresses and the rest of our gear. Once that was all inside, we started using the small battery-powered pumps to inflate the air mattresses. This of course created a din, so we couldn't talk. And then we got the beds ready, and the battery powered lanterns (I bought three) set up, and then we got out of the hot tent and sat down on the picnic table, after setting down towels of course. One reason is for proper nude etiquette, the other reason because none of us wanted a splinter in the ass.

I exhaled hard, relieved that it has gone so smoothly so far, and I asked Randy, "So, what you think?"

He blushed, "Well, it's different."

Both Bill and I got a chuckle out of that, as we patted him on the shoulder. Bill said "If you have problems, and you feel like you're getting aroused? Just think of something else."

"Like what?" he asked.

Bill snorted, and said "Like your gym coach."

"Hopefully that'll put a damper on things." I said, laughing.

"If not, you've got a problem." added Bill.

I started laughing harder, and when Randy figured out what he defensively said "Hey!"

"Just kidding Randy.", stated Bill, still laughing, as he rose to his feet, saying "Come on, let's go get into the pool to cool off. Mary said she'll have dinner ready at eight."

Randy and I followed him to the pool and we soon were in it. Poor Randy, trying to look down at the water, as his eyes kept wondering around, in wide mouth amazement. It wasn't long when two boys his age showed up, and soon they had a game of volleyball going on, as Bill and I went into deeper water. Both Kelly and Jill joined in the game, as did a few other teenage kids. And, it looked like Bonnie's oldest three were blending in nicely. Bill and I were soon talking about anything and everything, and other people he knew would join us, introductions were made, and then we would talk some more. Mary and Bonnie eventually showed up, saying it was time for dinner.

After a good meal, and socializing in the Ramsey's camper, we rounded up the oldest three, as they were back in the pool with the other teens, and we headed off to the tent. I was exhausted, and looking around at the others, seeing that so were they, as they climbed onto their assigned mattresses, and I turned off the light, snuggling under the light blanket with my soon-to-be wife. I remember her kissing my lips, her arm draped across my midsection, and then I was out.

Dan woke us once during the night, crying, obviously not use to the new environment, and she pulled him into bed with us, right between us. Other than that, it was a quiet night. In the morning, we woke with the birds, as they were making a racket. I never realized how noisy birds could be so damn early in the morning. Bonnie grumbled something, but she went back to sleep. I got up anyway, and went to the bathhouse and did my morning routine, before taking a quick shower, and returned to our campsite.

Maybe twenty minutes later, Jill came out, and headed to the bathhouse for her turn, wearing her nightshirt, her bare white ass shaking in the cool morning air, as I watched while sitting in one of the camper chairs we brought along. Kelly came out next, maybe five minutes after her sister, with her sister Emily in tow. I was surprised that Kelly wasn't wearing anything, while Emily had pajamas on. Then my Bonnie came out, wearing nothing but her beautiful smile, as she leaned over and gave me a kiss, before heading off after her daughters.

The girls all returned together with their mother, and her daughters went back inside, as Bonnie stated "Well, it's going to be a good day."

I smiled, replying with "Yes it is. What we doing for breakfast?"

Smirking, she said "I'm going over to Mary's and get it started. She went and bought a bunch of food for us all for the weekend." She then said softly in a worried voice, "My oldest son doesn't want to get up this morning."

I laughed, whispering back, "Probably morning wood, go inside and tell him to think about his gym teacher or something."

She looked at me funny, before she grinned. Yeah, a bit slow like her son at times. She playfully swatted me on the arm, and she went inside the tent. I heard her talking to the girls, and soon they were out with me, along with Carol, who was telling her sister Kelly that she had to go potty. Kelly rolled her eyes, and said to Jill, "You take her." Jill grumbled, as she took the four year olds hand and walked her back towards the bathhouse. Bonnie came out of the tent, and Kelly said "Well, did my brother loose his woody?"

Bonnie didn't miss a beat, as she went to the table, saying "Congratulations Kelly. You're now doing dishes for another week, plus the laundry."

"Mother!" Kelly protested.

Bonnie shot her a look saying "Don't mother me, young lady. We've already had a talk once this week about your mouth." Hmmm, I must have missed something somewhere, but I'm sure that Bonnie will keep it to herself. "Now get in there and get Dan's diaper changed. And leave your brother alone."

I felt sorry for Kelly, and after Kelly went on inside, I said "Now Bonnie, she's just being a teen."

She replied at a low and very angry whisper "I caught that teen the other night talking on the phone about how her mother was getting her brains fucked out."

I smirked, saying "I hoped you corrected her that it ain't happening yet."

Bonnie smiled, leaned over to kiss my forehead, giving me a great view of her hanging boobs. Yeah, mouthwatering. She raised herself back up, and said "Well, I'll go over to Mary and Bill's camper and help get breakfast going." She turned towards the tent, saying "Kelly, bring Dan to the Ramsey's camper when you've got him changed."

I heard a "Yes momma." from behind me as my lover walked away down the lane with Emily along her side.

Soon I heard talking behind me, not making it out too much, before I heard someone exit the tent. It was Randy, and he seemed to be a bit nervous, as he smiled, and walked towards the bathhouse. Yeah, he was partially aroused, but I was pretty sure that the early morning cool air would do the trick for any firmness he had. A few seconds later, out came Kelly and Dan. She had a frown on her face, and I said "Hey." She turned and looked at me, and I smiled, saying "I'll talk to your mother, see if I can get you out of doing more chores." She smiled, a smile which didn't last long, as I added as I raised a finger up, saying "But, you had better be more careful in what you say, okay?"

She sighed, and said "Yes sir.", before turning and walking towards where Bonnie had gone to.

As soon as Jill and Carol returned, I sent them over to the camper, and when Randy got back, I walked over there with him as well. Breakfast was great, and the day was wonderful. Beautiful sunny day, not a cloud in the sky, temps in the mid-eighties. What more could a new nudist want? Okay, what's between Bonnie's thighs. For the most part, I sat in the pool, with the water up to my neck, and relaxed. Of course, Bill was with me, and every now and then, someone would come by, and we would talk for a spell with them. Usual stuff, like how was I liking it here, as well as the kids.

The kids it seemed, had made friends with the other kids their ages, and all were playing around the park. In the pool, on the tennis courts, the basketball courts, swings, large gym set, the older five were all over the place. And Dan was tending to roam around within eyesight of Bonnie as well. They would show up to for meals, and then at about seven the younger two daughters came back to get cleaned up for bed, and the older three at nine. All seemed to be as happy as a lark, and Bonnie was all smiles. Her and I, for the most part, hung out with Bill and Mary. Most of the time was spent in the pool area, if we weren't actually in the pool. Of course, we both watched what the kids were doing. And I for one, studied their reaction to a new and very foreign environment.

Beginning with the youngest, Dan, he took to it like duck to a water. He enjoyed running around without his diaper, although we did put his swim diaper on whenever he was in the pool. Carol and Emily were just fine, shedding their clothes, was no problem, as they still had that youthful innocence, not knowing or caring about anything called body shame. Jill wasn't hesitant at all walking around in the buff, proudly showing off her pale, white young frame. Her small butt and bust were just starting to fill out, as her little delicate breasts had just begun to grow. And there was just the hint of pubic hair beginning to grow between her thin, teen thighs, with her little pubic mound bulging. Not much of a waist on her, as she pranced around with her new nude friends.

Randy was a bit perplexed. A lot more self-conscious than his sister, he kept looking around, his eyes darting from one person to another, no matter male or female. I was happy to see that he was able to keep his eye-line above neck level for the most part, at least when looking at adults. Luckily, there are a few other boys his age, not to mention girls, and they quickly got together, playing games of basketball and shuffleboard, whenever they weren’t splashing around in the pool. His body was more mature that I was at that age, as his arms and legs had become somewhat muscled, not looking like baby fat. As for the oldest girl, Kelly. She was rather reserved. Taking it all in, but not showing signs of emotion. Slender like her mother, with firm breasts that were just a tad smaller than Bonnie's wonderful set. Her hips were well-proportioned with her breasts, and she had a nice, full bush. She for the most part had made friends quickly with another girl her age, and they usually sat off to the side, talking, occasionally swimming. A few boys their age would walk by, chests pushed up, trying to look like nothing was out of the ordinary. And as soon as they were by, the two of them would lean to each other and whisper something, and each time both looked to be having a hard time keeping from laughing.

The first full day went well. No sunburns for starters. Which is pretty amazing for all of that white skin that was bared. Of course, Bonnie was more worried about the younger three than the older three in that respect. Dinner was good, as we grilled burgers and hot dogs at Bill and Mary's. The evening we spent in the pool, before sitting in the shade at the Ramsey's camper. We rounded up the kids at just before ten, which is quiet time, and got them all cleaned up for bed. The only interesting point was when Bonnie said to Emily, "Get cleaned up and your pajama's on."

And Emily replied with a rather bemused "Why do we need to get clothes on to sleep in?"

Bonnie had a real blank look on her face, as Kelly quipped "Good point."

Bonnie replied "Okay, go without, then."

A peaceful night, as all were worn out from playing (and watching). And the next day was a shortened version of the day before. We left at about five in the evening, heading back to Cincinnati and getting home before nightfall. Beverly was there, waiting for us, as the kids climbed out of the van, and started to help unpack. We had them all fed and put to bed by eleven, but not before they all were telling us and their grandmother how wonderful it was this weekend. Amazingly, and interestingly enough, none even mentioned the nude part. Exhausted, Bonnie and I went to bed at about midnight. I had to get up early to head to work, as did she. I was on my back, she at my side, her fingers tugging on mister happy, as she finally said "This weekend went well, don't you think?"

I chuckled, "Yes, it did." I was thinking that maybe I would get more sleep in my own bed, but I suspired myself, as she let go of my cock, sighed, and next thing I knew, it was morning as the alarm clock announced a new day. The day went well, and after work, I was in the garage helping Randy on his ambitious project. He had finished about half of the outer boards, with help from Bill, who had spent a good deal of time with the boy. We had dinner at six, then Bonnie and I sat on the porch for a spell, before I went and watched over Randy, who was eager to do more work. His enthusiasm was starting to scare me, as I was worried it would become an obsession. I sent him packing at eight, and finally I had a chance to shower. I wasn't surprised when I heard the knock on the front door when I was done, and answered it to find Bonnie. She came into my arms, all smiles. She took me back to her house, where I again spent it with her in my arms.

The rest of the week was a blur, with me eventually just showering in her house before bedtime. And I finally got to call my sister. A very surprised sister. The conversation was interesting to say the least, as eventually I handed the phone to Bonnie to talk to her. They knew of each other, as Bonnie and Jamie were introduced years ago. Jamie lives north of Dayton, and so arrangements were made for dinner with her family of four, and my soon-to-be family of eight. That was Friday evening, and it went well. Although I was sort of embarrassed afterwards when Carol asked her mother "Mommy, are we going to be nude tomorrow?"

Bonnie didn't miss a beat, responding with "Yes, we're going over in the morning so you can swim."

Carol's face brightened, as she said "Goody!" with a happy squeal.

It took an hour of explaining to Jamie and her husband Gary about our sudden new lifestyle. To say they were shocked is an understatement. By the end of the conversation, they seemed to be acceptive of it. Although I was pretty sure that they weren't about to go with us anytime soon. But, who could blame them? It's not like it's a natural American thing. Not like say, Germany or France.

The next three weeks were hectic. I worked, and helped make arrangements for the wedding. It was to be a small event, and even being small, it seemed to take a lot of time to get arranged. Our only free time was spent at the camp, with the kids in the same tent if we were spending the night, so not much romance. I think I got two blowjobs in that span, not that I was complaining, as it was two more that I had received since the passing of my wife. I even ventured down between her thighs, tasting her sweet cum as I licked her to one powerful and writhing orgasm. Penetrating was out of the question of course, mainly because just after she came, Dan stated crying.

The wedding. A simple affair. At her new church. Methodist. Same congregation as Bill and Mary. Randy gave his mother away, in front of maybe a hundred people that early Friday evening. Her daughters were attendants, and I had Bill as my best man. Hell, he's to part to blame for all of this anyway. And, we discovered Randy's obsession. He got the piece finished, with Bill's help of course, as he proudly presented it to his mother the morning of her wedding day. He did a fine job, even staining it a nice, rich oak stain.

Bonnie of course cried from that point on, through the ceremony and then through the reception. I sure was hoping it was tears of joy. The reception lasted for only an hour, and we were home by ten. With her still in her white wedding dress, she turned to her eldest two, and said "This is my wedding night. You two showed great maturity today. Please remember, sometime in the future, you two also will marry the one you love. And like me, you will not want to be interrupted on your wedding night."

Kelly smirked, as Randy blurted out a confused "Huh?"

Kelly elbowed her brother hard, making him howl in pain, saying "She means make sure she doesn't get disturbed while her and Stephen consummate the marriage."

We turned to walk to my house, with Randy turning to her grandmother and asking "What's consummate."

My bride snorted as we walked across the yard towards my house. I asked softly, "You think we'll be bothered."

She squeezed my hand tightly, "God I hope not!" With a giggle, she added "I'm surprised Kelly knew that word."

We were both laughing as we entered the house, closed the door and walked to my bedroom. She dropped to her knees, still in her dress, as she fished my cock out of my tux. She swallowed it, tugging on it's rapidly expanding flesh. I sighed, saying "Well hello there, Mrs. Kilgore."

She looked up, her mouth still stuffed with my meat, a smile on her face. I took my coat off and undid the tie, tossing both on the chair by the bed. As I unbuttoned my shirt, she pulled my pants down to my knees, while still sucking away on my cock. God, what a woman! I ran my fingers through her hair, enjoying her oral ministrations, when I felt the rush of cum on the short journey from my balls to her hot mouth. I groaned as her mouth got filled with my spunk, as she jerked and sucked every last drop out of me. She stood, and I stepped out of my slacks, as she unhooked the skirt of her wedding dress, and took it off. I smiled, seeing her white nylons ending just above the knees, garters holding them up. And no panties.

"A little risqué, isn't it little girl? Going without panties?" I asked.

She blushed, as she turned around, and I pulled the zipper down of her dress, with her saying "They would have just gotten in the way for this."

She turned back around, and I put my hands on her shoulders and pulled the dress off of them. And no bra either. I chuckled, and I bent and placed a kiss on her luscious lips. We wrapped our arms about each other, and we fell onto the bed, where we kissed and fondled each other for a good twenty minutes, before I rolled her onto her back and moved slowly down her sweet body. I enjoyed tasting her stiff, long nipples, making her moan lustfully as my fingers plied her sex, in search for her magic button. Her twat was wet, as I circled her clit with my finger at a slow, light pace. When I got my mouth to her pussy, I could smell her sex, just waiting to be tasted once more. I moved my body so we were in a sixty-nine, as I felt her grab my cock with one hand, her other on my hip, pulling me down to her mouth. Her tongue felt divine, as it swirled around the head of my male member, with me burrowing my tongue between her swollen pussy lips, getting a good taste of her love juice, which was leaking as a small stream from her hole.

Her hips started to move, and I eased a pair of fingers into her wet, slick hole. And I couldn't believe it as my cock regained rigidity so soon after such a wonderful blow job. But soon, the eroticism of the evening so far took it's toll on her, as she came hared, her screams of passion muffled by my cock in her mouth. I nursed on her snatch, getting her off twice more in one long continues multiple orgasm for her. Then as she whimpered underneath me, I crawled off, and laid down alongside of her on her left. I reached down and raised her leg up, and got on my side, poised to sink my cock into her flesh for the first time. I kissed her cheek, asking "Ready?"

She nodded her head yes, and I slowly sank my cock into her, with her letting out a soft and very satisfied sigh. My pecker felt like it was going to burst already, as I let go of her leg, started suckling her teat, and used my fingers on her clit. It ended up being a long and very satisfying session of making love, before she finally came, her silky cunt strangling a heavy load from my very proud pecker. We rested, before we pried ourselves apart, and her going down and sucking my cock clean. We talked for a spell, touching each other playfully, telling each other more secrets about the other, before my tool was ready to go, and she climbed on board, still wearing her white nylons and garters, as well as that infectious smile. It was a delight to see her there, astride my cock, the look on her sweet face each time she got herself off, her wonderful breasts shaking in the lamplight as she rode me.

I had cum twice, and the third time took what seemed to be forever, for I did her slowly the next hour, as she rode on top of me, then I rolled her onto her back, me on my knees, as I plowed her fine twat. And finally, with one final plunge, I emptied into her fertile womb, and collapsed on top of her, breathing heavily, wondering if I would live through such a wonderful evening. That did me in, as her as well, as we fell asleep, not waking until morning. Actually, we were awakened by a voice saying "Hello."

I heard Bonnie declare with a hiss, "Shit!" as she covered my bare ass with the sheet and blanket, as well as herself, with the bedroom door opening up, and in walking Kelly and Jill, each carrying a tray of food. Bonnie had the covers up to her chin, causing the girls to smirk as they saw her do this, as I rolled onto my back, and rubbed the sleep from my eyes. My senses were bombarded with the smell of freshly cooked scrambled eggs, sausage and coffee, as Jill came to my side, and Kelly to her mothers, with Bonnie exclaiming "Oh how nice, breakfast in bed."

I snorted, "Sure hope they don't expect us to do this on the morning after their wedding night."

Even Bonnie giggled, as did the girls, and Kelly quipped "Well, at you guy's age, we thought you could use the energy from a good morning meal."

Bonnie tersely said "Watch it, Kelly."

Her oldest giggled, seeing the smile on her mothers face. She leaned over, and kissed Bonnie on the forehead, saying "Love you mom.", before she stepped back, and Jill came around and did the same. Both girls left, and we looked at each other, and I saw a tear in her eye.

I said "You going to eat or cry."

She smiled, and playfully swatted my arm, before she picked up a fork and we began to eat. They brought us lunch and dinner over as well, and the two of us never left the bedroom that day, or the next for that matter. We also got caught at dinner, as I was taking Bonnie doggie style, her legs spread wide, her forearms on the bed, with me going at it from behind, not hearing the girls until it was way too late. Bonnie just said "Put it on the dresser!", as she grabbed a sheet and threw it over us both, not bothering to even disengage from me. That had to be one of the best sexual experiences in our married life that weekend. Having sex whenever one of us were in the mood. And three years later, we still try to accommodate each other, pleasing each other with lots of love and kind words.

Since we got married, Kelly has become a Sophomore at Xavier, studying nursing. And dating a nice young man that's studying to become a lawyer. Randy is a senior in high school, and has earned a position as an apprentice to become a master woodworker. He's started and finished numerous projects since his first major piece. And that little girl down the street named Amanda? She‘s the love of his life. Jill is a high school Junior, and a boy magnet. She also knows what she wants, and she has refused to date until she gets through college. Sex on the other hand, she's tried that with a few, from what Bonnie has told me freely. Beverly still lives with us, and she doesn't say a word when we pack the kids up and head to the camp. The oldest three, surprisingly, also still go. And yes, we did have a child together. Twins. The conception took place the first month of our marriage, and she looked even more beautiful as her breasts and belly swelled through her pregnancy. We did decide not to tempt fate after that, as she had her tubes tied after the birth of our little boy and girl, which we named after ourselves.

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