The next couple of months were busy and interesting. Zena, Bee, and I all did some business traveling. The big deal though was the work on the house. The workers were very good and very gentle with the existing structure. They added onto the house in a way you could hardly tell it was an addition. The new bedrooms and the two new bathrooms would be welcome when lots of people were visiting.

As soon as the addition was complete, mom and dad, along with Dana and Jeff came out. The weekend was complete though, as Zena's girlfriends came. My Mom fell for little Joanie in a big way. She had Joanie in bed with my dad and her on Friday and Saturday nights, to Dana's amazement.

Betsy was having a great time teasing Jeff and my dad with her big bazooms. She rubbed those naked beauties on them every chance she got. I figured that any second, Jeff would just throw her down and do her wherever it might have been. Dana rewarded him for his resistance.

I'm not sure about dad. He can be sneaky if he wants. Betsy wouldn't tell, but mom had her suspicions.

Dana almost caught mom playing with me in the kitchen. She came through the back door just as she had me right on the edge of coming. The dumb thing wouldn't go down and Dana caught a good look at me. She said, "For crying out loud, do you have to show that thing off constantly? Just because you have a big one doesn't mean you have to advertise."

When the big addition was started, I began advertising within the park. I would need two to four people for housekeeping and one or two people to cook.

We interviewed several, and found six people to share the workload for now. My plan was to offer the small cabin folks the opportunity to eat with B&B users. I was possibly going to increase the kitchen offerings to include lunch and supper. If so, we would probably have to increase the staff even more.

Zena, Bee, and I were coming up on being together for six months. We were enjoying a peaceful Saturday morning on the porch. The B&B folks had been fed and the kitchen staff was preparing a small lunch, as we only had five units rented. The first two cabins were complete, but were just beginning to be rented.

As we were sitting in the glider together, I casually said to Zena, "What do you think about going up to Atlanta to see your mom and dad?"

Zena thought for a second and said with a question, "That would be nice, but why?"

Zena was on my right, so I picked up her left hand then slipped an engagement ring onto her finger. She held up her hand and gasped, then grabbed and held me. She said, "Yes, you wonderful man, yes."

She sat there a few minutes, then looked at me, and with one word she asked, "Bee?"

I held up my hand that still held another ring. Giant tears rolled down her face. "Oh Tommy, I love you so much. Who can I tell, I have to tell someone."

She ran into the house and came back with Bee who had been lying down. She had not been feeling well lately, and her doctor couldn't find the problem.

She put Bee in the glider with me and left. Bee put her head on my shoulder and asked, "What's got Zena wound up?"

I was holding her left hand and gently slipped the ring on her finger. She did the same thing as Zena. She held her hand up, looking at the ring, and nearly leaped on me. She was hugging me, kissing me, telling me how she loved both of us. She got up and rushed in the house to share her excitement with Zena.

We had a nice dinner that evening, then shared our love with each other for a long while.

Monday, I was busy in my office and knew Zena was presenting a lease package to a prospective tenant in the conference room when my phone rang. It was someone from accounting. They only said, "Bee collapsed. She's fainted. We've called 911. Come down here quick."

I stopped to tell Bruce quickly and to have him tell Zena as soon as she was out of the conference room.

When I arrived in accounting, Bee was coming to. She said she was dizzy but didn't know what happened. She said she just blacked out.

The paramedics arrived, checking her vitals then suggesting she go to the hospital. We decided on University Community Hospital because of its size and how close it was.

Just as the paramedics were leaving with Bee, Zena came running into the room. She held Bee for a few seconds, then had to watch her being wheeled out.

We arrived at the emergency room almost simultaneously with the ambulance. We followed her progress through a couple of wards, but made sure her records were straight and that they had her company health insurance correct.

Her personal physician had arrived and was with several specialists. They decided to give her an MRI as it had been scheduled as a diagnostic tool for her anyway. When that was complete, they admitted Bee and took her to a room.

Zena was finally able to see her. Zena sat next to her holding her hand, leaning over to kiss her every few minutes. I was there with them. Bee had me come down to her and kiss her. She said softly to both of us, "Don't be sad. I love you both so much and feel your love. Something's wrong inside me that is bad. I don't know how to describe it or even tell you where it's at. If something happens to me, just remember how much I love you."

Two hours later, Bee's personal physician walked into the room with a solemn look. He motioned for the both of us to come with him. He took us into a small bare office with just a desk and a few chairs.

"The MRI revealed what Bee's problem is. I'm saddened to tell you that she has massive cancer throughout her brain and down her neck into her spine. I don't know how she is even alive right now. Normally, this kind of cancer is accompanied by severe pain, but she doesn't seem to be hurting and is doing okay so far."

"If that isn't bad enough, she is just eaten up with cancer in her stomach and intestines. We have no way to remove such massive growth."

"If you want me to, I can be the one to tell her or you can do that. To answer the question in your mind, the oncologists agree that if she lives a week that would be a long time. I'm sorry I couldn't find the problem earlier, but she has only been coming in to see me for about a month."

Zena had tears streaking down her face as the doctor said, "I'll have a representative from Hospice come by to see you. They help survivors as much as they help the patients."

Zena looked down at her left hand, clenched her fist, then squeezed her eyes closed.

We went back into the room to sit with Bee a minute, then Zena said, "Let's get a cup of coffee and go to the bathroom. We'll be back in a few minutes."

In the cafeteria, Zena said, "I'm so glad you gave Bee her ring. She knows we are united forever now. Can you call the girls? I don't know whether her family cares or not, but I have their number in my purse. Let me get it out. You need to call work and let them know, and also call out to the park to let them know so they can pray for her."

"We have to be strong and upbeat for her. I don't think I'm going to tell her right away. I'm just going to keep telling her we love her. Oh Tommy, I love her so much. We are going to miss her so much. She has been a part of us for over six months now. Here, take my phone book and make the calls. I'm going back up. Come up as soon as you can. Help me to be strong Tommy, make me smile."

It took thirty minutes to call everyone. The girls were in a panic. Dana wanted to come immediately, but I convinced her to stop by later for a minute. The office was all upset, from accounting all the way up to Bert. Mr. Franks assured me he would pray for her and tell all of our friends. A person I needed to call, who needed to come to help was Zora. Before I called her, I called my mom. She was as shocked and saddened as anyone. She had come to accept that her son was going to have two women. She said that Zora would want to be here with Zena, so I was to go ahead and call.

When I called Zora, I was getting pretty choked up. I was able to tell her the whole thing and then begged her to come. Please come to help Zena get through this. Zora said she would be on a plane this evening. She would call my mom to give her the itinerary.

Back up in the room, I sat next to Zena as she held Bee's hand. She said, "She hasn't been awake again. I hope she wakes so we can tell her we love her at least once more."

We sat there hugging each other watching the monitor over her bed. The heart rate and beat seemed steady but slow, very slow. When we touched Bee, the heart rate would go up a little. I went around to the other side of the bed and both of us held a hand and leaned down and kissed her. We said together, "We love you, Bee, we love you forever."

The monitor went spastic, but Bee's eyes opened. She smiled at us and said, "I love you both forever. Kiss me."

We both kissed her softly and then sat to hold her hands as her eyes closed again. Bee had a smile on her face as her heart rate became slower and slower, until it stopped. Zena and I were still holding her hands with tears running down our faces as the nurses came running in. They had wheeled in an emergency cart and were holding up paddles. I put my hand up to stop them and asked them, "Give us a few more minutes okay. We'll leave in a little while."

They pulled the curtain around us as Zena and I were still holding her hands. As we sat there, Zena reached over and took Bee's left hand and gently took the ring from her finger. She slid it onto her ring finger with her own. She looked down at the ring and smiled.

Zena stood and leaned over and kissed Bee's lips then said, "I love you Baby, we love you forever."

I leaned down and kissed Bee's forehead then pulled the sheet up over her head. We both let out a big sigh then went out to the nurses' station. They directed us to the administrative offices.

There, we had to prove that I had power of attorney for Bee and that we were what family she had. I had them call the company's attorney so they could confirm the document. We had just recently done that, as cross documents, so we could act for each other. When we were asked about arrangements, I asked her if we could call her with our decision. She nodded and gave us some pamphlets and her card.

We walked out to a little atrium, where I made all those calls again to sadly inform everyone that Bee was gone. Mom asked me where we were going, and I said probably home. She said she would meet us out there. She also said dad would meet the plane and bring Zora. Dana wanted to come out as well. I told each of them that Zena and I probably needed some time alone together, but they insisted that they be nearby.

We had ridden in today in the Jeep. All three of us had been in a light-hearted mood this morning and thought the Jeep would keep us happy.

We rode home slowly and were passed through the gate without comment. Mom and Dana were both getting out of their cars as we pulled up. We went inside and Zena said, "I would like one of your killer martinis, please. How about fixing some snacks and we'll just munch?

Zena and I did what we always did. We undressed then she came into the kitchen to be by me as I made the drinks and some snacks with cheeses, chips, dips, and veggies. Mom and Dana joined us in a martini, then the stories began. Dana told many funny stories and the one where Bee tried to explain how she had fallen in love with Zena and me. The way Dana told it, it was funny. We told story after story until dad pulled up outside with both Mark and Zora.

When they came in, Zena ran to her mom and held her, then the two of them went into a bedroom. Dad noted that mom and Dana were nude so he motioned for Mark to follow him and they went into a bedroom and stripped. When they returned, I cracked the second 1.75 bottle of gin for more martinis and made up some more snacks.

Zora soon came out and asked me to come with her. We went to our new big bedroom and she had Zena and I sit together. She asked us what kind of arrangements we wanted for Bee.

Zena looked at me and said, "I don't think I want anyone looking at her in a casket. I want to remember her exactly as she talked to us that last time. If we bury her, can we not have an open casket? You know she had more friends out here and at work than anywhere else. I think we should have a service out here."

I said, "Probably a good idea. If we want to keep her with us, we can, or we can scatter her out here where she was so happy."

Zena hugged me said, "That's so beautiful, Tommy. It shows how much you loved her too."

Zora said, "You should call the hospital, Tommy, then call a funeral home to have the cremation done. You can schedule the service for out here this weekend."

I went out to the Jeep to get my cell phone and the administrator's card. I called her and told her of our decision and that I was calling a funeral home to take care of the procedure. She said it takes about three to six business days for paperwork to be completed. I asked to provide me three notarized copies of the death certificate so the paperwork could go faster and nothing could get lost. She said she would have it for me in the morning.

One of the brochures she had given me was from a funeral home that did cremations, so I called and my call was forwarded to a funeral director. I told him where Bee was and that I would be by the funeral home to take care of the arrangements in the morning after getting the paperwork from the hospital. He discussed prices and such, and I said I would take care of it in the morning.

I called Mr. Franks to ask him if we could have a service for Bee out here like we did for my aunt. He said he would be happy to help us with it. I told him it would be Saturday. He said we should have it early in the day so her day of remembrance could then grow festive. I liked that.

I looked in on Zora and Zena. They were lying down, with Zora holding Zena who appeared to be asleep. She smiled at me and I returned the smile.

Dana and mom had decided we needed food and began making supper from what was in the fridge and freezer. Our friends began coming to the house. Some brought food, some desserts, some drinks, but couple after couple were coming by to see us. Bert and Bruce showed up with Veronica and Andrea. How do you explain them to anyone? The three girls showed up and eventually we were all fairly well toasted. There was no way anyone who had driven out here could leave, so the expanded house and the empty B&B rooms were put into service.

About three o'clock in the morning, Zena and I finally snuggled together, trying to sleep. I did sleep but woke at six-thirty. I had a bunch to do and wanted to make sure I had everything smoothed out so there wouldn't be any hang ups.

I showered and dressed. Just before I left, I woke Zena to let her know that I was leaving and that she should call me when she woke up. I drove the Jeep straight to the hospital, got the paperwork, then drove to the office to get a couple of copies of the power of attorney from legal. They gave me the insurance claim form so I could file for the group life insurance. Next was the funeral home. There I had to be firm, as I wanted exactly what I wanted. I did splurge a little on a container, but it was a beautiful blue that Bee would have chosen. I made sure the funeral director had everything he needed to perform the cremation. He said he did and I had his assurance that it would be completed today and the remains ready in the morning.

I drove to Gerald's office and asked to see him. I asked him if handled stuff like estates and he said he would for us. I outlined what was available, and showed him the insurance forms that listed me as the beneficiary, as well as having the power of attorney. We had all filed wills and I had a copy of that. Gerald said the process should be easy. He would file everything necessary to be filed and check to be sure the funeral home filed the necessary documents.

I thanked Gerald sincerely and asked how his new home was. He smiled real big and told me quietly, our new home is going to have a new addition. June is expecting. That's why we were a little shy at the parties for so long. We wanted to make sure. I hugged him instead of shaking his hand. He wasn't surprised as we were close friends.

I think everything that had to be done was done. I drove home wondering why Zena had not called. She was still asleep. A good reason. All the rest of the guests were gone except mom, Mark and Zora. Dad had gone to work, but said to call if I needed him.

I had to tell everyone that Bee was missing. I knew where Zena was, but I missed Bee. She was usually right there with us. They understood.

I kept the light jazz playing to relax me and was either out on the porch or helping the folks clean up the B&B rooms. The kitchen people said they had fed everyone in the house this morning as well. They said they could make up food for people that stopped by if I wanted. I had them make up a bunch of munchies for this evening, but that was all.

About noon, Zena woke up and came to sit in my lap. We held each other a while then she looked at her finger with the two rings and smiled. She got up and showered, then said, "Hungry, anything, feed me."

With Zena up and about, the mood became more jovial and happy. After working hours, folks began coming back again. This time we had plenty of snacks. We were able to have some good times, telling various stories of Bee. Our mood was lightening as we accepted that our Bee was gone.

We were not big picture people, but we did have quite a few. Our friends all brought their pictures with copies on CD's for us. We ended up with several hundred pictures of Bee that encompassed the first days out here through just this past week. The albums would be valuable to us forever.

Zora was going to stay through the weekend, but Mark needed to return to Atlanta. So the house became full of mom's and Zora's friends. Dad pretty much stayed home and Dana didn't come out after Tuesday. Friday night Zena and I lay together quietly and she said, "Bee's been talking to me. I can't tell you how or why, but she has. She's still with us. She wants you to wear her little choker necklace. I'll get it out for you. She also wants you to drive her car for a while before you sell it. She thinks that will help her feel close to you. Like I said, Tommy, please don't think I'm totally nuts."

She rolled to me and kissed me, something we had not been doing much. "She says I have to kiss you more. I have to kiss you for her too. Darn, Tommy, this is so hard. We have to get married soon. She says it's important that we do. Bee told me that she can't be with me much longer, but to know she loves us both and will watch over us forever. Just like we told her, Tommy, we love her forever."

"You know, Bee was the first girl that I ever really fell in love with. It was at the same time I fell in love with you. I thought I was mixing things up and my love for her was making me only think I loved you, but you know what? Bee showed me how I loved you and how much you were in love with us, not just me, but us, Bee and me. That was a turning point in my life, Tommy, a big one. From that time forward, our goal was to marry you. Now only I can do it and we will very soon. Can we do it this month? We can just have Mr. Franks do the ceremony. I would like that. Find out for us will you?"

Saturday was anti-climatic. The service was very nice and many remembered Bee for us and told a short story. There was a lot of love there, which made us feel very good.

Back at the house, I unloaded a large box from the truck and brought it to the porch. I asked Zena that if we were going to have a marker for Bee, where would be put it. Zena smiled and said, "Right by that big oak. She loved to sit under it, reading a book. Why, do have something in mind?"

I took the box down by the oak tree and opened it. I lifted the big metal marker out of the box and stood it in front of the oak tree. There were two stands to hold the marker up so I attached them and we stood back and looked at it.

That brought some tears between us. Zena thanked me profusely for having the marker made. She said it was perfect and in a perfect place.

The marker had a soothing effect on Zena. The days after we set it, Zena had some closure and was able to work through her loss. Our love for each other came back to the surface, with us physically sharing more and more.

After having set the remembrance marker, I asked Zena, "Let's walk down to see Mr. Franks and ask him when is going to be a good day for us to get married. You need to ask your mom and dad too."

We set a date for the last Saturday of the month, two weeks from today. Zora was energized, making up the list of things to be done, along with my mom.

By Monday, we had the invitations mailed out, with a notation that presents were not required or requested. We wanted our friends, not their presents. Zora and mom took Zena to a bridal shop to get her a veil. Zena had chosen her bridesmaids, her three girl friends, and June as her matron of honor. The other ladies were to be usherettes.

My best man selection was a tough one. I would have had Gerald, or Sam, but I chose Bert. He had been a great friend these last six months, and had been very supportive of Zena and me throughout our living together.

The week before the wedding, Zena and I had returned to our happy and playful fucking like bunnies period, making love in the morning, catching quickies at work when we could, and almost non-stop playing once back home. Mom and Zora caught us almost daily as I was gliding back and forth, buried deep in Zena's butt. I'm surprised her bottom stood up to the strain. She claims to have swallowed several gallons of cum during this time. At the office, Andrea spent lots of time under Zena's desk, helping her with her almost continuous horniness.

Zora and mom were in the mix as well. Zena had found that mom enjoyed pussy as much as dick. I discovered them twice during this non-stop sex week of wedding planning. Once, I had walked into the cabin and heard the sounds of dual muff diving, so I quietly walked back to our bedroom door to find Zena on the bottom with my mom on top. Zena was facing my way and saw me. She motioned for me to join them, pointing at mom's easily available pleasure center.

While Zena was sucking on mom's clit, I slid deep into her, and kept it up as she screamed her pleasure into Zena's pussy as Zena and I drove her to the edge and over it. That session took mom an hour to recover and rejoin life. She said she now knew what total immersion into a sexual orgasm was.

Another time I had caught them, Zora was sitting in the doorway, playing with herself as she watched. When she felt my presence, she had me pull her up and drag her into a bedroom to make love for over an hour. This time, as we were down to the short strokes, mom and Zena were watching.

The night before the wedding, the fun really began. The couples we had been playing with for the past six months, along with a special guest, Bert, who had held two separate classes for the group. He had given a very pleasant and enjoyable evening lecture and demonstration of cocksucking. Two of the guys used for his demonstration had gotten so excited that Bert had been the recipient of an enjoyable mouth full of cum.

The butt fucking class ended up being a fuck fest that poor Bert didn't enjoy as much. He had instructed all the women to be super clean, and to have cleansed their insides with enemas as well. All the guys took right to the oral stimulation, getting their prospective partners ready by following Bert's directions in minute detail. The group progressed through the getting ready process, right through introducing their dicks into opened and slicked up brown eyes. The recipients of the butt fucking enjoyed it so much, the party turned into the guys swapping to fuck as many butts as their dicks could manage. Bert never did get a chance to sink his long skinny one into an opened butt. Zena came to his rescue, sucking him off and having him fuck her experienced bottom.

Anyway, the party began earlier than usual, as we were snacking, drinking, and eating from a buffet by six. The party was in such a festive mood, that people were fucking and sucking before seven. The women were lining up to suck Bert off, while being pummeled in whatever hole was available.

Zena attempted to enjoy every man there, one way or another. At one point, I was gently fucking a very pregnant June, while Zena was getting vigorously butt fucked by Gerald. She kept proclaiming that after her honeymoon, she was going to fuck every guy there with her pussy, so to plan on it. She said she couldn't wait to become a triple threat and be proclaimed as being airtight at least once.

About nine thirty, we had some party crashers that sent Zena and me into orbit. Our parents showed up with Mr. and Mrs. Williams, as well as Sam and April Canon. The new women attacked me while the new men surrounded Zena. I heard later that they all were sucked by her, then in an emotionally packed session, her father had butt fucked her until she was coming so much she nearly passed out.

Meanwhile, I had the chance to fuck Mrs. Williams, the plump April, then Zora showed her wildness by demanding I fuck her like I had been doing Zena for six months. Last was mom, who had cradled my head as Zora rode me to orgasm with her pussy after washing up from the butt fuck. We made love amidst a party of sensualists involved in multiple combinations. As we came together, my mother wished me all her love in my new venture, my marriage. Not many guys can say that they have had that kind of send off from their mom. We had a voyeur the entire time we were together. Bert had sat cross-legged, watching us. As we relaxed in post orgasmic bliss, he kissed each of us saying it was the most beautiful thing he had ever witnessed. This earned him a sensual blowjob from my mother, while I helped by fondling his balls and tweaking his nipples. Mom was trying to encourage me to help her with the blowjob, but I passed.

That night, Zena was taken to one of our cabins to hide out, as we were traditionally supposed to be apart the night before the wedding. While she spent the night with her mom and dad, my mom and dad partied with me for a few hours. Sam and Connie, with Gerald and June, had stopped on the their way to continue to party with us. For being pregnant, June was one horny critter. In no time at all, she had my Dad and Gerald double fucking her on the couch, while Connie talked Sam and I into imitating them. Mom patiently watched as Connie was sent into dreamland.

When everyone finally left and dad was snoring away in bed, mom lay down with me to talk while we relaxed. We didn't relax at all, ending up fucking energetically once more, before falling asleep snuggled together.

Note: This chapter and this entire story is dedicated to a wonderful woman that has left us for I hope a better place. It's amazing how someone so seemingly perfect one day/week/month can be gone the.next. Eva lived a full and happy life with hundreds of friends. Till then Eva.

Chapter 12