Blind Lust: Further Adventures of a Wicked Babysitter, Part 5

by Paperback Writer

To get a good grasp of the events so far, the new reader is encouraged to review parts 1 - 4 of this story. As always, this is a work of complete fantasy, fiction, and imagination. Feedback is always welcomed.

Aggy stops Laurie before she can get her clothes off. "Momma," she says, "Can we go into your bedroom? I want to do this where it's more comfortable." Laurie rises to her feet on still-shaky legs.

"Sure, baby," she says, and takes Aggy's hand. Aggy knows the way full well, but she lets Laurie lead her. Still in my stocking feet, I sneak out of their way until they pass, then follow them. They go into the bedroom and Laurie pulls the door shut, but it doesn't latch. It swings open just far enough to give me a voyeur's view of the bed. Laurie directs her to the side of the bed, and she sits expectantly.

"Momma, can you please undress me?" she asks. It strikes me that the innocent childlike request has just come out of the mouth of a master pussy licker, as Laurie has just experienced. At this point, I'm not sure about who's seducing who, or exactly what it is I'm seeing. It's like Aggy psychologically is trying to regain the mother figure she lost at the same time she's feeding her sexual desires. All I know is, I am so horny I can't believe it.

Hands shaking, the naked older woman unbuttons the blouse like a nervous virgin on her wedding night. She gets the buttons undone, and the girl's school blouse falls away, revealing a baby-blue silk half-cup bra we purchased when I first took her shopping. She's grown a bit since then, and her small breasts now fill it out better than when we first bought it. "God, Aggy, you smell so good," I hear Laurie say as she kisses the girl's bare midriff, then unfastens the button on her jeans and pulls down the zipper. Aggy says nothing, but the look of bliss on her face is unmistakable. She reaches out and strokes Laurie's hair.

As Aggy lifts up her hips, Laurie grasps the top of her jeans and pulls them from the tiny waist to the floor, so that her blonde angel is clad only in the blue silk bra and matching lace panties. She gets up off the floor and sits on the bed next to Aggy, wrapping her arms around her and kissing her hair for a few moments. "I have a confession to make to you, darling," she says in a low voice. I, of course, am straining to hear every word.

"What is it, Momma?" Aggy asks, as innocently as she can, given she's sitting next to a naked pregnant woman whose pussy she had her tongue buried in a few minutes ago.

"Agnetha, I've had some very strong feelings for you for a while now. In fact, it started the very second your father and I got home from Europe and you ran to me first instead of him. My heart just opened up. Then, on top of that, seeing your young woman's body in the evenings in your night gown has had an effect on me – I began to desire you physically. Sometimes, Aggy I'm ashamed to admit that I would peek in on you when the door to your room was ajar and you were undressing. You're not the little girl you were when I married your father 5 years ago. Your body has grown into something amazingly sexy and attractive. There were times when you asked me to brush your hair that I wanted to reach my hands down and touch your shoulders, your breasts, all over. And when you gave me kisses on the cheek, I really wanted them on the mouth! Oh, Aggy, I'm sorry, it's very wrong of me, but I want you."

Having said that, Laurie takes the young girl's face in her hands and kisses those tender lips. I can personally testify that there is nothing sexier than kissing Aggy's lips when they're coated with your own pussy juices! I feel myself getting weak in the knees.

Aggy giggles. "My door wasn't ajar by accident, Momma," she says in a low voice. "And when I asked you to brush my hair, I was wishing you'd touch me more. I love the way your hands feel on me." Next thing I know they're laying on the bed, and Laurie's taking the bra off and sucking on those well-developed nipples. The memory of what they feel like on my tongue has my mouth (and other parts) watering.

Next it's the silk panties that go flying across the room, both the girls on the bed laughing now, Laurie tickling Aggy lightly before moving down between Aggy's now spread legs, her little pink labia wet and shiny with anticipation. Momma does not disappoint. Laurie bobs her head up and down as Aggy's legs flail, her hands firmly grasping her stepmom's hair and holding her lead in place. She cums in what seems like no time, and judging by her erratic breathing, loud moans and high-pitched squeals, they're seeing it at the USGS Earthquake Monitoring Center down in Palo Alto. Whew!

Grinning like the Cheshire cat, Laurie crawls back up and lays down next to the exhausted Aggy. "How was that, beautiful daughter?" she asks seductively.

"It was amazing, Momma. Thank you," she replies. Aggy takes Laurie in her arms and they kiss a bit more, then the little angel sings an excerpt from an old show tune, "Anything you can do, I can do better." Slipping out of Laurie's embrace, she slides down until she's in the same position as Laurie was in, and proceeds to demonstrate some one-upmanship with her mouth on her stepmother's pussy. Aggy's hands are not idle, either – one is reaching up and gently pulling on the sensitive pregnant nipples while the other is squeezing the pregnant woman's ass cheeks. Judging by how she's moving her hand underneath Laurie's ass, I suspect her sensitive anus is getting a nice massage as well. In a few minutes, it's Laurie's heels that are flying about in the air, her vocal passions are probably audible to the tourists down on Pier 39, and the USGS must be wondering why the aftershock they're seeing is stronger than the initial quake a few minutes earlier.

'Damn, Aggy. You have become a force of nature,' I think to myself. But wait – as Aggy slides back up into her stepmom's arms, she innocently – haha – asks, "Momma, is Daddy a good lover?"

Wow. Interesting question from a 12-year-old. Laurie answers, tactfully, "Aggy, Your father is a very loving and attentive husband, and yes, a very good lover."

Again, the innocent voice asks, "Am I better lover than him?" Whoaaaaaaaaa, baby! If Sigmund Freud were alive, this would be a new chapter in his book – the female Oedipus complex!

Laurie tries to tap-dance around this one. "Loving a man is different than loving a woman, sweetie. It's comparing apples to oranges." Aggy, however, isn't buying that answer.

"Whose kisses do you like better?" she demands, as she finds her stepmother's lips and proceeds to lay another passionate tongue twirler on her, her deft cellists fingers playing another concerto on the pregnant woman's erogenous zones.

After a minute of this, Laurie breaks away, gasping for breath. "Ah, yours, Aggy, you're the better kisser."

The she asks, "Who would you rather have eating your pussy?" as she slides down for yet another round of vaginal teasing. I can see the baby moving around in Laurie's bulging belly – Aggy's stimulation appears to have woken up her little sister!

Laurie moans her answer, "Oooohhhh, ahh, you, darling. Only you! Oh, gawd, fuck me Aggy, please don't STOP!" Between Aggy's tongue and Laurie's juices, I don't think anyone will be sleeping in the master bedroom tonight - the wet spot on the sheets has grown significantly. Clutching the sheets, Laurie arches her back and pushes her heels down into the mattress as she lets out a string of passionate cries. Aggy has now moved her nipple-teasing hand down to join her tongue, adding more stimulation to Laurie's engorged and hungry pussy.

"Whose fucking do you like better, Momma? Mine or Daddy's? Who do you want between your legs?" she demands as Laurie heads off passion's cliffs once more.

"Ahhhhh, Aggy! I want youuuuuuuuuuu!" she cries as she shakes with her biggest orgasm yet. Her release is so intense she actually begins to cry. Aggy snuggles up to her, wraps her arms around her, and kisses away the tears. Laurie holds her close, stroking her hair. Her breathing starts to return to normal as she recovers from the intensity of her orgasm.

Snuggled in against Laurie's ample tits, Aggy speaks in a low voice, "The last time I played chess with Daddy I won, like 5 games. He told me that chess was probably the one thing I was better at than him. But it's not the only thing that I'm better at, right Momma?"

Laurie now takes Aggy's face in her hands and kisses her, holding the kiss a long time. "You've sure got that right, babydoll," she says softly, "but it will be our little secret, OK? Promise me."

"OK, I promise. I love you, Momma," she whispers, and they curl up together, somehow avoiding the wet spot. Amazing. They make a beautiful scene – intertwined and drenched in sweat, a pile of sleek arms and legs blended together as if they were one person. Unable to watch any more, legs too shaky now to walk, I crawl on my hands and knees to my room where I plan on masturbating until my hand falls off.

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It's the dream again. I awake when I hear the door to my room slowly open. I lay still with my eyes closed, pretending I'm asleep. I'm not expecting the real Aggy – I'm sure she's still wrapped up in Laurie's arms. I hear the prowler bump into a chair, and as the person slides under the sheets with me I once again feel tits – swollen full-size adult ones, not Aggy's – press against my back and an adult arm wraps itself around me. And lo and behold, there's the baby bump rubbing against my butt as well! Once again, I turn to face her. "Laurie, what..." I begin to say, but as before, her lips press on mine and we're once more kissing like rutting high school kids. Damn, I LOVE this dream!

But as we're kissing, on the other side of the bed I feel someone else raise up the covers and slide in to spoon naked behind me, familiar little hands beginning their late night caresses. Holy shit! I'm not dreaming! Instead, I'm the meat in tonight's Knutson family sandwich! I hear Aggy whisper "Surprise!" right before her lips start to work their way down my spine. He hands reach around and begin rubbing my moist pussy, still very tender from the masturbation it had received only hours before! I groan beneath Laurie's lips, and surrender myself. Soon thereafter I'm on my back, Laurie straddling my face as I try to capture her pussy juices with my tongue, while between my thighs young Aggy is doing the same for me. We switch places several more times before we collapse from exhaustion, finally resting in the arms of Morpheus.

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The following morning I wake up in a bed of wall-to-wall Nordic beauty. There are some women who always look like hell first thing in the morning until they get cleaned up, but these two will NEVER know that feeling. The room smells like powder and perfume and pussy. I look over in the closet door mirrors and damn near have an orgasm. The faces looking back at me are pictures of contentment. They both look so beautiful sleeping in my bed, I almost wish I could freeze this moment in time. My emotions are overwhelmed and I feel myself getting choked up, I'm so damn happy. 'Shit', I think to myself and not for the first time, 'How did I ever get so soft?'

I'm still the hired help here, though. Duty calls. I gently extricate myself from the seductive blonde spaghetti pile and go down to the kitchen to make coffee and breakfast. It's 11:58 am. Correction: make coffee and brunch.

After brunch is ready but before the sleeping beauties have arisen, I stop for a second and remember Sam. I recall I've not invited her to Aggy's party yet. I dial the number, and that familiar voice answers. It must have been a long night for her as well – when she answers the phone, her sleepy voice is so husky she could pull a dog sled with it. "What?"

"Sam, it's Susan," I tell her. I hear another woman's voice in the background brightly call out, asking where Sam keeps her deodorant. "Sounds like you brought home a real girly-girl last night," I comment.

"Yeah, well, we all make mistakes. The sooner she gets her prissy ass out of my apartment the better," Sam grumbles. "Susan, I swear I've never fucked a woman so concerned about her damned hair before. When she went down on me, she wouldn't even let me touch her head, didn't want me to mess up her fucking hairdo!"

Sam is a beautiful lipstick lesbian, not an ounce of butch to her, but she's not a prima donna and usually has no patience with that kind of woman. She must have been really drunk last night, is all I can figure. "So it's a lousy day already, Susan. Nothing personal, dear heart, but what the fuck are you calling me for?"

I reply, giving as good as I got: "I'm calling you to invite you to a birthday party, you old witch. For some crazy reason, Agnetha's turning twelve, and has it in her crazy little head that she wants you as one of her guests at her party next Saturday. Her best friend's mom owns a riding stable, so they'll be doing some horse-type activities before the pizza and cake and ice cream. It's a small party, she's only inviting a few special people, and she specifically asked that you be on the guest list, you long-legged red-headed foul-mouthed crab-assed witch. Think you can make it?"

Sam replied instantly, "Aggy asked for ME at her birthday party? Susan, my day just got a whole lot better. Tell her I said FUCK yeah!" I take that as a yes.

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Saturday, 10:00am. We're heading down the Pacific Coast Highway towards Half Moon Bay. Ordinarily, I drive Aggy around in the family Bentley, but today I'm driving a minivan, courtesy of Fang-Hua 's parents, which is big enough to hold the 5 of us – Aggy, Laurie, Sam, Fang-Hua , and I. Fang-Hua is a pretty little slip of a girl, small enough she damn near makes little Aggy look tall.

I decide to wind Sam up a bit. "You know, Sam, Aggy was telling me she's anxious for you to meet Kayleigh. She thinks you'll really hit it off. I mean, the girl's got a closet full of frilly dresses like you like to wear, except that she's even smaller than Feng here so you won't be able to borrow any clothes."

Aggy catches on immediately, and joins in, "Yeah Sam, and she loves wearing bows in her hair and getting her nails done every week. Susan told me you loved stuff like that, right?" I look at Sam, and she gives me a dirty look, but doesn't want to disappoint Aggy.

"Sounds great," she says, not meaning it. When we arrive, Kayleigh mother Ellie comes out to the driveway and greets us. She's 6'3", a warm and handsome woman. Ellie, I will find out later, is 63 years old. She's a widow, her husband Arlen Farwell having died at age 79 when their only child Kayleigh was 11. Her pregnancy at 50 had been a delightful surprise – she and Arlen had long since given up trying to have a baby. Unfortunately, Ellie's family had a hereditary congenital defect that caused blindness, and it surfaced every 3rd generation. Sadly, Kayleigh was a 3rd generation. Nonetheless, she was doted on and loved by her parents, taught never to think for a minute that she was handicapped by having no sight.

"I'm so glad you're here," Ellie says. "Kayleigh's been so excited about you coming, I think she'd have exploded if she'd had to wait ten minutes more." I take the social initiative and introduce everyone, saving Sam for last. "Well, ain't you a tall drink of water," she says. "Are you from Texas?"

"No Ma'am," Sam responds, smiling. Hell, who wouldn't? Ellie's the kind of woman you can't help but like. "I'm from Iowa. I ate a lot of corn as a girl."

Ellie smiles a megawatt smile. "Well, now, I guess that was my mistake with Kayleigh. I made her eat her vegetables religiously – guess I shouldn't have been so strict. KAYLEIGH! Where IS that girl? She just about peed her pants from excitement when you drove up." The front door opens, and Kayleigh walks down the porch steps, all six gorgeous feet of her. She is followed by an equally impressive Irish wolfhound. Picture a wire-haired 150 pound muscular greyhound with the stature of a small pony and you get the idea.

Kayleigh was wearing a sweatshirt, riding helmet and boots, and beige form-fitting riding pants that accented every curve below her waist. The tight pants didn't give her a cameltoe, it was more like a moose knuckle. I could almost smell the lust in the air, but I wasn't sure if the estrogen overload I smelled was mine, Sam's or Laurie's. This 13-year-old could have had all three of us smorgasbord-style at that moment if she had wanted.

She found her mother and dutifully kissed her on the cheek, saying "Sorry, Mom, I was so excited I almost forgot to feed Slick, so I had to quick run do it." The large wolfhound's tail wagged when he heard his name, making a loud thumping sound as it hit the side of the steps.

I did a quick round of introductions, "Kayleigh, you know Fang-Hua and Laurie and our guest of honor, of course, but I'd like to introduce you to Aggy's friend Samantha. Samantha, this is Kayleigh."

"Hi, Samantha, I'm very pleased to meet you", Kayleigh says, extending her had towards the sound of my voice; "Aggy told me you taught her to dance. I think that's awesome. Maybe you can teach me later on." A stunned look on her face, Sam takes the hand gently in her own, and shakes it. I have to look closely and confirm this is, in fact, Sam - the voice coming out of her is not one I recognize – it's soft, sweet and a tiny bit seductive. More than a tiny bit, in fact. It makes me want to take Sam up n the hayloft and...but I digress.

"Hi, Kayleigh, it's nice to meet you too. I may sound a little surprised, because Aggy and Susan described you a lot differently." Aggy and I began to snicker. Kayleigh smiles the same megawatt smile as her mother, getting the gist of the joke immediately. Sam, still in awe of the 6-foot vision of loveliness before her, ignored us. "I'd be happy to teach you a few steps later." I'm not sure if a blind person can hear the sound of lustful drool hitting gravel, but I could have sworn I hear it splat at that moment.

At this point, Ellie walks out of the riding stable with two pairs of riding pants and boots for Aggy and Fang-Hua . She directs us, "Why don't you take the girls into the house and get them suited up? Kayleigh and I will tack up the horses." Laurie and I take the clothes and lead the girls inside. If there's one thing I never get tired of, it's dressing Aggy and putting my hands on her luscious young body, but today for obvious reasons that honor goes to Laurie. They find a bedroom and go in. I take Fang-Hua's hand and lead her into the next bedroom to help her change. I can hear giggling through the walls. A pang of jealousy passes through me for a second.

As I'm kneeling on the floor assisting her, Fang-Hua comments, "Aggy and Laurie seem very close." I think to myself that she has no idea how close. "I wish it could be that way with my mother, but she's very strict." I look up – she is quite lovely. I can't help myself. I reach up and touch her cheek.

"It's not easy for some moms to show their feelings," I tell her, "...but how could she not love you just as much as Laurie loves Aggy? You're such a lovely girl, Feng-Hua." She says nothing but smiles, and her face reddens slightly. Aw, crap. Seduction is my second nature, and I haven't been getting a lot of practice lately.

We finish getting them changed into their riding gear, and I'm sue Laurie has taken a little extra time to make sure the riding pants are comfortable on Aggy's ass – damn it! Fang-Hua is a little doll, and as much as I'd like to take advantage of the situation and cop a quick feel of her tiny buns, I play it straight for the time being. Properly dressed for riding, we walk out into the main barn.

Ellie takes us on a tour. We see the party room – it's got a kitchen, small stage and a good-sized dance floor. Then we go see the stables at the back of the huge covered riding arena. In the first stall is an enormous bay-colored horse with a white face that looked like he should be pulling a beer wagon. Turns out, that's exactly what he used to do before he was retired. "This is Rushmore, Kayleigh's horse. He's Kayleigh's alone, and none too happy if anyone else tried to ride him. He's a purebred Clydesdale, stands 17 hands tall, and weighs a little under 2,000 pounds. He's a good boy, smart and tender and gentle-hearted to boot." Kayleigh stands at the stall door speaking softly to him, and the giant equine beast puts his enormous head on her shoulder so she can easily pet his neck and stroke his muzzle. Just like a lot of men I know.

The second stall holds a gray horse, small and compact, but powerful looking. I can almost see his age in his eyes. Ellie continues her introductions, "This here's General Lee. He's 12 hands tall and 800 pounds. He's a gentle old soul, almost 20. Aggy can ride him, he won't take the birthday girl anywhere we don't want him to." Aggy holds out a cube of sugar, her hand flat, and he takes it with surprisingly dexterous lips. 'He'd really be popular if he were a lesbian', I think to myself. He exhales a big snort on Aggy (it's a horse thing to do, I guess). She giggles, and strokes his nose.

In the third stall is a small horse, his color a shade of black that's almost blue. "This pony is General Grant," Ellie says. "His birth name was Midnight, but when he was a colt all he wanted to do was chase General Lee, so we started calling him General Grant. He's full grown at 9 hands high, about 500 pounds. He should be just right for Fang-Hua." Although she can't see him, she can hear him and smell him, and the look on Fang-Hua's face says she's a little anxious about being on a horse, no matter what size. Ellie gives her a sugar cube, shows how to hold her hand flat so he doesn't nip her fingers. The feel of his lips and tongue on her hand makes Fang-Hua giggle.

The riding lesson goes quite well. Kayleigh and Rushmore do all the work and lead the way across the arena, followed by Fang-Hua on Grant and Aggy on Lee. The look of pure joy on the girl's faces is priceless, and I tell Ellie so. She nods in agreement, but does not take her eye of the girls for a second. I realize that even at 63, she is a woman of immense personal strength, a lioness who will not allow any harm to befall these cubs. Looking at her face closely I see that Kayleigh will be a beauty all her life. Working with horses as she does, she's physically in great shape. At 6'3" in boots and long salt-and pepper hair tied in a ponytail, she's also pretty hot for an older gal, but I exercise restraint and do not tell her this. Every now and then I even catch Laurie giving Ellie an admiring glance up and down. Samantha's attentions, however, are completely riveted on Kayleigh. It's like the rest of us are barely there. Given the setting, I theorize that Cupid has put away his standard-issue arrows to the heart and instead shot her in the ass with a Winchester rifle.

Towards the end of the lesson, Kayleigh pulls Rushmore up in front of us. "Is Samantha right there with you?" she asks. I notice she has taken to calling Sam by her full name. If I did that, I'd end up with a punch in the nose.

"Yes, Kayleigh, I'm here," she dutifully responds, as if the Queen of England has just made a request. Other than her commanding officers in the Army, I can't remember a time when I've heard Samantha Jane Everly act in a deferential way towards anyone – even her bosses at the Pink Orchid, who've fired her 4 or 5 times now (I've kind of lost count).

Kayleigh swings off the giant horse. "Would you like to ride Rushmore? I told him you'd be gentle with him." She holds the reins up in Sam's direction, and Sam takes them.

Ellie begins to warn Sam, "Be careful dear. He's not mean, but he's so big if something happens you may get squished!"

Kayleigh interrupts her, her voice suddenly louder and insistent, "Mommmmm, I SAID it would be OK. OK?" My goodness, Kayleigh is a normal teenager – emotionally, any way.

"It's fine, Ellie," Sam reassures her. "We had horses on our farm in Iowa. I can ride." With that, she mounts the massive animal, and other than twitching his ears and flicking his tail a bit, he stays completely calm. "Come on, boy," she says to him, and loudly clicks her tongue twice. He lifts his head, starts off walking, then begins to trot. Seeing a Clydesdale trotting is like watching Godzilla tap-dance. It's neither subtle nor quiet. In my mind I picture church bell towers in Half Moon Bay collapsing from the vibrations.

Kayleigh hears exactly what's going on, claps her hands and cheers. The family megawatt smile is in full bloom. I'd walk over there and kiss her right now, but it would take too long for me to find a step-stool. (Just kidding! Well, OK, I'm not kidding. Big dogs, big horses, big girls, jeez, in this place I feel like the Incredible Shrinking Woman! Poor Fang-Hua must feel like a child's doll, er, I mean, action figure!)

We finally get everyone dismounted and changed, and it's time for food. We gather in the kitchen of the arena's big party room. Ellie brings out 3 extra-large pizzas, and I'm thinking it's more than enough for all of us. Turns out that Kayleigh and Aggy eat like a pair of teenage T-Rexes, each consuming nearly a pizza apiece. Mercifully, Feng-Hua eats like a bird (sparrow, not pterodactyl) and so we adults each have a slice from hers.

Before we have cake, the girls decide they want to play some party games. Seated in a circle on the dance floor, the first game is "Who Knows Aggy Best", where Laurie reads a bunch of questions about things Aggy likes and dislikes. It's no surprise that her best friend Kayleigh walks away with that one.

Then someone suggests two rounds of "Truth Or Dare", before we adjourn to the cake. (OK, it was me.) From my own teenage years, I recall how this game can get racy very fast.

Aggy is the birthday girl, so she starts with Fang-Hua. Fang-Hua picks 'Truth'.

"Have you ever peed in a swimming pool?" Aggy asks. Fang-Hua turns red, but says, "No." She's sure a blusher, this one.

Fang-Hua chooses Kayleigh, and she picks 'Truth'. Fang-Hua asks, "What is the wackiest thing that you have done and then got caught by your parents?"

Kayleigh answers "One day it was so hot, I rode Rushmore naked except for riding boots and Mom caught me. I didn't know there was a church group riding lesson about to start, and they all saw me! She took me in the house that minute, put me over her knee, and warmed my butt for sure."

I am highly confident that the same thought flashed in the heads of Sam, Laurie and I simultaneously – how infinitely fun would it be to spank Kayleigh Farwell over your knee while she was wearing only riding boots? Awwwwww, man! I shudder with lust just thinking just about it.

Kayleigh went next, asking Aggy – and Aggy, being Aggy, picked 'Dare'. "I dare you to lick an armpit of someone in this room."

The adults may have been horrified, but Aggy has no such qualms. She moves over by Fang-Hua, lifted her arm, pushed back her t-shirt sleeve and licked. "It's kinda salty!" she said, with a big smile on her face. Fang-Hua's face suddenly gets a more dreamy look on it. I think she liked it. I make a note to myself to try that sometime.

Now it was Aggy's turn, and she picks Fang-Hua. Still with a dreamy look on her face, her answer is, 'Dare' this time.

"I dare you to kiss Kayleigh for 45 seconds." Kayleigh decisively reaches over and draws little Asian doll into her embrace, and lays one on her. No tongue, but it's still a long kiss, and Fang-Hua is clearly enjoying it. Kayleigh begins to slowly move her hand and caress Fang-Hua's chest; she in turn reaches up and somewhat hesitantly puts her arms around Kayleigh's neck, pulling her in even more. Ellie had earlier stepped out of the room to get the cake, but she gets an eyeful as she walks back in the room. Her eyebrows go up in surprise, but she remains straight-faced and she says nothing.

"Time!" I call, (it's actually been more like a minute but in all the excitement I kind of lost track of the time) but my throat is dry and it comes out like a croak, "and cake's here!" We all sing Happy Birthday to Aggy and serve the cake and ice cream. Again, Kayleigh and Aggy eat like they've been without food for a couple of days, each having seconds and thirds, but surprisingly Fang-Hua suddenly is invigorated, and has two helpings herself. I guess kissing will do that to you.

We quickly clean up the party room, then Sam gets out the CDs she borrowed from the DJ at the Pink Orchid, and Laurie starts the music as the dancing begins out on the dance floor. Sam calls dibs on the first dance with the birthday girl. As I watch I reminisce about the first time they danced together, how Aggy was so shy and overwhelmed at first, but by the end of the night damn near every patron of the Pink Orchid Supper Club had a turn on the dance floor. (Under Sam's watchful eye, of course.) It was a real self-confidence milestone for the lovely birthday girl dancing with Sam now.

The song ends and Laurie is out there like a shot, taking Aggy into her arms to dance with her. Sam walks over and takes Fang-Hua by the hand, begins showing her how to move her feet. The look of absolute ecstasy and wonderment on her face speaks volumes. It's plain to see that if Sam wants to, she could have this little girl as an appetizer with no effort.

I can see, however, she's saving the best for last. Gracefully (don't laugh - I can be graceful if the occasion calls for it) I walk over and cut in, and Fang-Hua is now floating in my arms. She's so small and light I find myself taking extra care not to hold her too tightly in case I might break her. It's kind of intoxicating, actually.

Sam, meanwhile, finally has her angel Kayleigh in her arms, and it's plain the way they dance that nothing is coming between them for the rest of the night. Sam guides her around the dance floor, whispering in her ear and nuzzling her as if she were Rushmore. Every now and then, if Ellie steps out of the room Sam naughtily sneaks a quick kiss. However, since Ellie's in the room most of the time Sam keeps her hands chastely positioned on Kayleigh's arms and upper back.

I can read her mind, though; I know she longs to rub those strong hands up and down the young girl's back and rest them on that beautiful soft rear as they move around the dance floor. Come to think of it, maybe it's my own mind I'm reading. I've driven her around lots of times, but tonight's the first time I've really looked at her as a woman.

I turn my attention to my new dance partner, who certainly deserves it. At 4'2" she is a few inches shorter than Aggy. Her hair is what you'd expect – long, black, and luxurious. Her scent is like lilacs, and now that it's just the two of us dancing she is full of questions. I try to answer them as best I can without, ah, betraying confidences, if you get my drift here. Since she's the new kid at school, she wants to know all about Aggy, Kayleigh, Laurie, and Sam.

Through her questions I sense her insecurities, and how she's been struggling to fit in. I reassure her that Aggy and Kayleigh are two of the most loyal and caring friends she could have. I almost feel the insecurity seeping away. Then, feeling so mischievous I can't help myself, I drop the bomb, "Have you met Bobby Korno?" I could feel her flinch.

"He is an awful and rude boy," she said. "He teases me every day, and has made me cry several times with the terrible things he says to me."

"Let me tell you something to make you feel better," I tell her. "Does he tease other girls every day?" She shook her head no. "When a 13-year-old boy likes a girl, he's typically not emotionally capable to say what he feels, so he teases her. It's a flaw in boys – they can't say what they feel. It sounds to me, though, like he really likes you but the only way he can show it is by being awful."

Feng-Hua is now enrapt, listening to my every word as we move slowly across the dance floor. "Ignore him. If he really likes you, he'll keep coming back. But if he doesn't like you, he'll get bored and go pick on someone else. But let's look at a worse-case scenario - suppose he keeps finding new ways to hurt your feelings. You know what you can do?"

"Tell a teacher?" she guesses. "Or have my parents call his parents?"

"No, better than that, Feng-Hua. You call your new friend Sam over there. I've known her for many years, and I can tell you she's very protective of her friends, of which you're one now. She'll set him right, no matter what it takes. So the next time Bobby hurts your feelings, if you choose, you have the power to have him squished like a bug. You don't have to take his abuse any more. What do you think about that?"

My fragrant flower puts her head down on my chest, which given our height difference means just below my boobs. She tightens her arms around me, which means she's squeezing my ass, a delightful sensation. I can hear her softly crying. I lean over and kiss the top of her head, and ask, "Fang-Hua, honey, what's wrong? Why the tears?"

She whispers her answer, "Susan, I love you – I love all of you. I've been to 3 different schools since my family moved to the US 4 years ago, but you're the first people who've truly accepted me. I now have real friends – I'm so happy." I can't help myself. I pick her up and put her on my hip so I can be face to face with her. I kiss her cheek, and hug her tightly.

"We love you, too, baby," I assure her. 'And with any luck,' I think, 'I'll love her a lot more before too long.'

As we get ready to leave, I spot Ellie having a serious chat with Sam over to the side of the barn. Standing in back of the minivan with the tailgate up, I make a show of moving the other girl's overnight bags while loading up Kayleigh's satchel so I can surreptitiously eavesdrop.

I hear Ellie's voice speaking in that 'This is not a lecture but it's a lecture' tone that all moms use. "Sam, after 34 years of marriage, my girl was a miracle baby, and I can't begin to describe what she means to me. It's very clear that Kayleigh has taken a real shine to you. I see that as a good thing. I like you, and I don't have any objections. And I want her to be around strong women so she can grow up to be one herself when I'm gone. And I don't give a damn if she decides she's a lesbian, that's her decision. What I want you to understand is, her happiness is everything to me. Everything. She may be a big girl on the outside, but inside she's still a little girl. If for any reason you break her heart, Sam, and I don't have any reason to believe you will, but if you do, I'm a crack shot and I will hunt you down. Do we have an understanding?"

Sam looks at Ellie, all business now. This is a dangerous look, the one that usually precedes Sam dragging some loudmouthed drunk bastard out of the bar and giving him the beating he's got coming to him. After a minute or so, she answers softly and slowly. "Ellie – Mrs. Farwell – when I enlisted in the Army, I swore an oath of allegiance to defend the Constitution of the United States against all enemies, foreign and domestic. I always have and always will stay true to that oath. Likewise, I give you my oath that I will support and defend your sweet daughter against all her enemies, and that I'll do my damndest to help her grow into the woman you want her to be; and that I will never, ever break her heart. So help me God."

The two women looked at each other for a moment, and then hug. I heard Sam hoarsely whisper, "I still have my 9mm Beretta from when I was stationed in the Gulf, Ellie. If I ever do hurt that girl, you wouldn't need to hunt me down. I'd take care of it myself." She then kisses Ellie on the cheek, and they break away as the gaggle of excited girls and Laurie come out of the house, Slick the Wolfhound trailing behind and barking. Everyone thanks Ellie for her hospitality, and Kayleigh gives her mother a hug and a quick kiss goodbye.

With that, I hit the gas and steer the van full of nubile, sweaty teen Aphrodites (and the lusty adults chaperoning them) back towards San Francisco to begin the slumber party (Who needs an auto air freshener when you've got 3 young girls in the back?). Oh, yeah, this day just keeps getting better and better.