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 A World of My Choosing   An Out-of-this-World Story by Gil Gamesh   Chapter
Thirty-Six   Shit!  Yes, shit, it's a universal expression of disgust. 
During the next few days, I probably used that expression a hundred times.
Her name was Samantha, Sam for short, and she wanted to go home.  She hated
everybody.  She didn't want anything to do with us.  She wore a chemise
under her loincloth and frowned at anybody who looked at her.  She cried,
she sulked, she whined, she refused to cooperate, and, worst of all, she
absolutely refused to work.

   After she arrived, I carried her to the toilet, left her under the care
of the other females, and was already thankful to be free of her for a few
minutes.  I waited in the hallway, expecting to be called to carry her to
the bathing chamber, but she walked out with Anna and Jean-Nicole
supporting her.  They helped her to the bathing chamber and told us guys
that we wouldn't be welcome.

   Again, I didn't know what to do with her.  Her vital signs were good
and, except for being achy and sleepy, she had no complaints.  I stood in
the background with the other guys while Anna and the other females took
her back to Aimee's room, gave her a mild analgesic, and tried to talk to
her.  They soon gave up and helped her to a bed chamber to sleep.

   At lunch, I sent Caitlyn and Petra to check on her.  They came back
without her.  She was still crying, afraid, and couldn't be reasoned with.
They gave up and left her in bed.

   We were all sitting down to lunch, having another great meal of
spaghetti with deer-meat tomato sauce and fresh garlic bread when she found
us in the kitchen.  She stood looking at us for a few minutes.  Jean-Nicole
left the table, got a plate for her, filled it with spaghetti and bread,
and held it out toward her.  She took it, went to an empty table, and
started wolfing the food down.  Anna left her place, got a glass of water,
and took it to her.  She gulped it down.  She didn't say thank you to
either Anna or Jean-Nicole.

   After lunch, we all helped clean the kitchen, all, except for Sam.  She
hung her head and went out in the hallway.  When she didn't come back, I
asked Petra to check on her.  She returned and reported that she was in bed
crying again.

   That's the way things went for the next three days.  Anna tried to get
Sam to cooperate with us and she refused.  Caitlyn tried to talk to her and
was rebuffed.  Jean-Nicole asked her to sit with her at meals but she
ignored her and continued to sit by herself.  Petra tried to hug her and
was pushed away.  Before dinner time on the third day, I knew I had to give
her some tough love to make her change her behavior.  I talked to Anna and
she reluctantly approved the measures I suggested.

   At dinner, Sam came to the door to the kitchen in chemise and loin-cloth
again but found that she couldn't walk through.  I knew that was Aimee
generating an invisible barrier that was like a soft sponge.  I walked over
just inside the door.

   "What do you want, Sam?" I asked.

   "I want to eat," she whined.  "I'm hungry."

   "No, Sam, you won't work, you won't sit with us, and you won't respond
with kindness no matter what we do.  I've told Aimee to give you all the
juice you want but you can't have anything to eat.  If you won't work, you
don't eat.  Go to your room and cry if you wish."

   She ran down the hallway crying and, if she could have, I knew I would
have heard a door slam.

   She lasted a whole day.  The next day, we had a hearty stew for dinner
with fresh sourdough bread.  I asked Anna if she could direct the kitchen
aromas into Sam's bed chamber.  She could.  We had hardly taken our places
at the table when Sam appeared at the door, tried to enter, and found she
couldn't.  I walked over to the door and stood just inside.

   "What do you want, Sam?" I asked.

   "I want to eat," she whispered.  "I'll work."

   "Jean-Nicole is the head chef here," I said.  "You'll help her.  You'll
do whatever she tells you without arguing.  Understood?"

   "Yes," she said so low I could hardly hear her.

   "I want you to wash dishes tonight," I said.  "Will you do it?"

   "Yes."

   "Aimee, please let Sam in from now on.  If she works, I'll let her eat."

   James left his unfinished dinner and got a plate and bowl for her.  She
held them while he put bread on the plate and ladled stew in the bowl.  He
led her to the four Mouseketeer's table.  Toby moved over a place leaving
an open seat between him and James.  James waited until she was seated and
started devouring her food and then he got her a glass of water and sat
down beside her.

   The next day, a rainy day, Sam's attitude began to change.  After
morning chores, the four Mouseketeers didn't want to exercise; they wanted
to play dodge ball in the center hallway again.  We played in our usual
loin-cloths even though they hid nothing with everybody twisting and
dodging.  Sam as usual didn't want anything to do with the rest of us.  She
sat silently unsmiling, in chemise and loincloth, on a bench watching as
the rest of us laughed and screamed and giggled and taunted the throwers.

   Toby and I were throwers and my first victim was James.  He took the
ball and I joined the crowd.  He didn't throw.  He just stood there looking
at us and then at Sam.  Finally he decided.  He walked over to her, grabbed
her by the hand, dragged her behind the throw line, and whispered to her.
She looked at him and, when he handed her the ball, she took it and he
joined the rest of us.  She threw, underhanded as Toby and I had done, and
nobody was hit.

   James whistled, held up his hand, and stopped the play.  He took the
ball from Toby, walked back to Sam, whispered to her again, mimicked
throwing overhanded, gave her the ball, and rejoined the crowd.  She threw
overhanded with more strength but we all dodged.  Again, same result. 
Again.  Then Anna, my love, my wife, knew what she should do.  She let Sam
hit her.

   Anna picked up the ball, walked behind the throw line, pushed Sam toward
the crowd, and waited.  Anna's eyes were squinted, her lips were clenched,
and I knew she was trying to look mean.  She tossed the ball in the air a
few times, caught it, and then quickly threw it - overhand.  Sam stayed
with the cavorting crowd for a while through a number of thrower changes
until she was hit.  She silently picked up the ball, walked behind the
throw line, and, eyes squinted, lips clenched, started throwing overhanded.

   I heaved a big sigh of relief.  Perhaps James and dodge ball could do
what I was unable to do.  James looked at me and smiled.  For the rest of
the day, we had five Mouseketeers.  Later that day, Anna and I talked to
Iain and Caitlyn and we came up with the plot.  Next I talked to James and
he grinned and approved the plan.

   That night we had an excellent dinner again.  Sam helped Jean-Nicole
prepare the meal and ate with the Mouseketeers.  Her chemise seemed to have
disappeared and she ignored the stares at her beautiful young breasts. 
After dinner, Jean-Nicole joined what I thought of as the adult table.  Sam
washed dishes, Petra rinsed and Pyotr racked.  When the kitchen chores were
done, Sam returned to the Mouseketeer's table.  Toby and James had left her
a seat in the middle.  She sat down but said very little while the other
trouble-makers laughed and talked and carried on their usual teen-age
nonsense.  Occasionally I saw a smile on her beautiful face.  I saw James
and Iain glancing at me and I nodded.  Iain stood up and made an
announcement.

   We had a dance party in the center hallway that night, slow dancing, boy
and girl together, holding each other, lights down low, good dance music
playing thanks to Aimee.  Anna and I partnered.  So did Caitlyn and Iain.
Petra and Pyotr.  That left Jean-Nicole, Sam, James, and Toby.  Toby and
Jean-Nicole settled it according to plan.  He asked her.  James was left
with Sam.  She smiled at him.

   I watched as they danced.  They were a beautiful young couple, even
sexy, dressed as we all were in a loin-cloth and moccasins, bare chested
and bare breasted.  When we started there might have been six inches
between his hard bare chest and her soft bare breasts.  That distance
slowly disappeared.  A few minutes later I saw them holding each other the
same way the rest of us were: bare breasts against bare chest.  James
caught me looking, nodded, and smiled broadly.  Anna and Jean-Nicole and
Caitlyn, as we had planned, led off with the next step: girl's head on
boy's shoulder.  I saw Sam smiling, eyes closed, resting her head on James'
shoulder.  I wondered if James was going to get a boner.

   We all danced quietly and slowly through a few more numbers.  Iain
caught my eye and raised his eye-brows.  I nodded.  He announced that the
next three dances were going to be waltzes and the rest of the night would
be more slow dancing.  I saw Sam protesting and James encouraging.  I knew
I wasn't very good at waltzing but with Anna in my arms I could be a great
dancer.  Aimee started with the Blue Danube and Anna and I led off waltzing
down one side of the hallway and back up the other.

   James finally convinced Sam to try.  She stumbled a few times but then
found her feet.  By the time they started back up the hallway, they were
dancing as one.  A few minutes later, they were almost flying and their
feet seemed hardly to touch the ground.  With the next waltz they were a
magical young couple, the stuff of fairy tales.  They moved as one with the
music, moccasined feet hardly touching the floor, looking in each other's
eyes, smiling at each other, and seemingly unconscious of any of the rest
of us.

   After that waltz, Anna and I dropped out and watched the others.  Then
Caitlyn and Iain dropped out too and watched the three remaining couples.
Toby and Jean-Nicole were beautiful together and were smiling at each
other. They were both evenly tanned with slim, beautiful bodies.  Even
though he was younger, Toby was a little taller.  Pyotr and Petra were
another beautiful young couple and so much alike in every way.  They were
smiling at each other too, quite evidently enjoying the dance.

   But James and Sam were pure magic.  They were smiling and looking in
each other's eyes.  They almost floated around the hallway, moving as one,
only the toes of their feet touching the floor.  I felt the same response
as I did when Iain sang: that I was seeing something so perfect, so
beautiful, so wondrous, that it seemed like a dream.  As they passed me, I
watched their faces and I don't think they were even aware of anyone else.
After the last waltz was over she kissed him on the cheek and smiled at
him.

   After the waltzes, Aimee lowered the lights until we were almost dancing
in the dark.  I had warmed James not to put his hands below her waist and I
suppose he didn't.  I saw them once pressed against each other front to
front, eyes looking at faces, chest to breasts, arms around waists, and
hardly moving.  With the last dance, James quickly kissed her on the mouth.
I was glad he could do what I suggested: hold everything in reserve and
wait for her to come to him.

   I felt a little guilty for leading the plot to bring James and Sam
together.  He had twice shown an interest in her.  Maybe he could be the
catalyst to help Sam join our family.

   When he arrived, James was as beautiful a young boy as I'd ever seen. 
In a short period, he had become a beautiful young man.  He was slim and
hard and muscular with wide shoulders and slim hips.  He was tanned all
over, not dark, just evenly tanned.  His fine dark hair had not been cut
since he arrived and now seemed always to fall in place to frame his
beautiful face.  As Iain and Toby and I did, he often tied a strip of cloth
around his forehead to keep his hair in place when he worked.  I knew he
wasn't my son but I felt something of a father's pride and love for him
anyway.

   Sam was a challenge.  I knew she was another precious resource for the
family and we had somehow to bring her into our fold.  Her beautiful
red-bronze hair was now always well groomed, curling down on her shoulders.
Her skin was milky white and the light red freckles on her face and
shoulders, almost down to her breasts, in my opinion, just added to her
beauty.  Her pubic mound was crowned by a small patch of curly hair the
same color as on her head.  In short, she was an exquisitely beautiful
young woman, just fifteen years old.  I hoped James would be successful in
his attempts to court her.  His bubbly happy personality would rub off on
anyone.

   After the dance party, we had five Mouseketeers.  Maybe it was six
because Jean-Nicole sometimes sat and talked with the five Mouseketeers and
sometimes with the two old married couples.

   Anna and Caitlyn finally managed to learn her story.  She was a very
unhappy teen, an only child from a dysfunctional family.  At fifteen, she
wanted to begin dating, at least in groups, but her father refused to let
her.  She suffered only mild physical abuse but the verbal abuse from both
parents was constant and painful.  She felt unloved and, like a lot of
young girls, thought she might find love with a boy even if she had to give
him sex for his love.

   She started group dating without her parent's knowledge, telling them
that she was going places with girls.  Her parents learned of her deception
and grounded her indefinitely.  They let her keep her cell-phone and she
talked endlessly on it, sometimes with girls, sometimes with a boy she knew
her parents didn't like.

   He invited her to a party and swore that there would be no booze or
drugs or sex.  She sneaked out and met him.  The party seemed to be
innocent until some of the other kids started sneaking off and smoking
something.  Then some of the boy-girl couples started, her words, hooking
up and going somewhere.  There were more boys than girls at the party and
she liked the attention the boys paid her.  She was offered a coke, drank
it, and then couldn't remember anything after that.  She regained
consciousness in Aimee's chair but felt she was having a horrible
nightmare.

   Anna questioned her carefully upon learning of her memory loss at the
party.  She swore that she had not had any unusual vaginal discharges and
had not felt sore.  She had been a virgin before the party and she said she
knew she still was.  Anna told her she was a nurse and talked Sam into
letting her do an exam.  She told me that she saw no evidence of sexual
contact and there was enough of a hymen to convince her that she had not
been date-raped.

   When asked if she wanted to start taking the contraception pill, she
eagerly acquiesced.  Aimee's pill required only a five-day waiting period
to be safe and five days had elapsed but she showed no interest in sex. 
She and James seemed to be developing a relationship but he said he
wouldn't push her into anything.  Anna and I tried to give him advice and
he listened.  He claimed that they were just friends.

   There was work that needed to be done to make our home more livable and
every few days Iain and James and I plotted some activity which would lead
to boy-girl couples at work.  James was eager to be the boy in a couple
with her.

   The first task we worked on was completing the covering for the terrace
from the front door to the gazebo.  I wanted the first part, immediately
out the door, to be relatively water proof so we could sit out there even
when it was raining.

   I borrowed a construction technique from the clay tiles used in many
European buildings.  We brought lots of large bamboo, as big as my thigh,
up the mountain and split them down the middle.  We constructed a framework
out of the large bamboo and then laid a first course of roofing bamboo with
the open side up.  Next we laid another course with the open side down,
straddling over two sides of the lower bamboo.  If my plans worked, the
roof would channel the rain water off toward where the potato beds were.

   The structure was attached to three sturdy trees and was, hopefully,
strong enough for us to hang three or four hammocks underneath it.  When
warm weather came, I had visions of couples in hammocks enjoying the warm
breeze that usually came up the mountain.

   For the rest of the shelter, we wanted just to provide shade without
making the top water proof.  We laid small bamboo on top this time, cut to
length but not split, and alternated big and little ends.  The sun peeped
through between the poles but the terrace underneath was largely shaded.

   The ten of us all eagerly worked at the building task and I had to give
only a little direction.  James took Sam in tow, watched out for her, and
made sure she did at least a little real work.  When Jean-Nicole stopped
working outdoors and went in to prepare our meal, she asked Sam to help and
James went in too.  After two days of hard work, we decided to take a day
off for play.

   The next day we prepared a big picnic lunch and then went down the
mountain.  Our first stop was a visit with Lightning and his family.  Sam
was as enthralled with the creatures as all of the rest of us had been. 
James helped Sam get Lightning and Thunder to perform and she squealed with
delight when they ran around the rock and then stood up and begged for
their treat.  Lucky barked a couple of times when the chipmunks were being
treated so James gave his treat to him.  Then James let Sam give out the
treats.  She squealed when Lucky licked her open palm to get his treat.

   When treats were over, Lucky barked at Lightning and Thunder and soon he
was running from them.  When they stopped chasing him, he barked until they
resumed running around in circles chasing him.  Something new happened. 
Lucky let Lightning and Thunder catch him.  He rolled over on his back,
wiggled and panted, open mouth, tongue hanging out, and the chipmunks
attacked him repeatedly but never seemed to hurt him.

   We visited the bamboo groves and cut down some of the largest to dry.  I
asked James and Toby and Pyotr to find us some smaller bamboo poles to use
for fishing and the six Mouseketeers started searching and cutting and
dragging them back to the clearing.  James, Toby, and Pyotr were the
cutters; Sam, Jean-Nicole, and Petra were the draggers.  I watched James
cut and then smile at Sam and hand the big end to drag the bamboo out of
the thicket.

   We stopped at the lake for a few minutes and just wandered around
looking at the rock formations, the huge trees, and, at one end, the
waterfall where four of had fished after Toby arrived.  I told them I
wanted to bring a fishing party to the lake and let couples work together
as they fished.  I watched James as he asked Sam to be his fishing partner.
Toby didn't mind losing his exploration buddy.  He asked Jean-Nicole to
partner with him.

   We visited the hidden beach, David's Beach, for our picnic.  The water
was too cold and nobody wanted to try playing in it.  We spread blankets on
the sand behind some huge boulders, in the sun but out of the wind, and
enjoyed a fine picnic meal.

   Going back up the mountain later that afternoon, we had five couples
walking hand in hand most of the way.  Occasionally we sang as we walked.
You Are My Sunshine was sung three times, as loud as possible each time. 
At the few rocky spots in the path, the males were especially courteous in
helping the females.

   That night, we had another fine meal together.  Afterwards Jean-Nicole
sat with us and watched Sam wash dishes, James rinse, and Toby rack.  I
listened to the happy chatter from the three workers and hoped we had
solved another problem.

   The next two days were spent constructing an irrigation system for our
new garden.  We dug a channel from a steam farther up the mountain all the
way down to the garden and installed gates to divert the water from the
stream into the channel and to regulate the low.  At the garden end we dug
small trenches to carry the flow to the different garden areas.  Both days
were cold but the work warmed us up and nobody complained.

   I had in mind using the largest bamboo as pipes to carry the water.  If
it worked, the bamboo could be placed in the small trenches.  We left that
task for another day.  I was satisfied to have the willing help of everyone
else.  I wished someone else could develop the strength to wield the
mattock cutting roots.  Iain and James and Toby tried but they just didn't
have the shoulder and arm strength I had.  Jean-Nicole left early each day,
taking Sam and Petra with her to prepare a hot meal for us.  Then she
remembered that she needed James to help too.

   Again I was pleased after a couple of days of work with everybody doing
what they could to help and occasionally breaking out in happy songs.  Iain
knew the effect that songs could have as we worked.  I gave him my thanks
for a job well done.

   On two different nights, The New World Chorus, conducted by Iain,
practiced a new song we were learning.  It was from an old musical called
The Happiest Girl in the World.  Iain liked it especially because all the
music was classical stuff taken from the works of Jacques Offenbach.

   The lyrics first said that the happiest girl in the world is the last
one who kissed you good night.  In a reprise it said it was the one who had
breakfast with you and, in another, it said it was the one who was blessed
with your love.  Sometimes the lyrics changed girl to man.  In places I
sang solo and in others I sang a duet with Anna.  Sometimes the entire
chorus sang.  We signed off the second night with our favorite, "You Are My
Sunshine," sung as loud as possible.  Sam wasn't the least big reserved in
singing that.  I saw James holding her hand.

   Iain says I have a rich deep baritone voice that is beautiful,
especially when a woman like Anna is singing soprano at the same time.  I
like singing with the others just for the fun of it but also because of the
feeling of togetherness and camaraderie it evokes.  The others seem to feel
the same way.  They are always happy to be singing together.

   We spent another two days harvesting and hauling olives.  The guys
flailed and yanked the limbs.  Pyotr did his best and let Anna or
Jean-Nicole use his flail part of the time.  The girls did the picking up
until we finished flailing three trees and then we all picked up.

   I noticed that James seemed to be watching out for Sam and was usually
ready to help her.  Toby also seemed to be looking out for Jean-Nicole.  It
made me wonder if we were seeing the initial stages of courtship.  Pyotr
and Petra were usually close together.  Of course, Iain watched out for
Caitlyn and I did the same for Anna.

   I knew that Sam had moved in with Jean-Nicole and that James and Toby
were still together in their bed chamber.  As far as I knew Sam was still a
virgin and James wasn't pushing her to change that.  Toby seemed to like
spending time with Jean-Nicole and, in spite of a little age difference,
they made a good looking couple.  Toby was already a little taller than she
was and they were both slim and attractive.  I made a bet with Anna that
before another month passed, James and Sam would be in the same bedchamber
and Toby would be in one with Jean-Nicole.

   Flailing and yanking the limbs of the olive trees and then picking up
the olives was hard work.  Carrying them back up the mountain was perhaps
tougher.  We used backpacks again, two for the four oldest guys, and one
for Pyotr and the five women.  Again, I saw how James watched out for Sam
and called a break when she needed one.  Toby was the same way with
Jean-Nicole.  I couldn't help but smile.  If that wasn't courtship, I
didn't know what was.

   We had constructed some bamboo storage bins to hold the olives until we
got around to pressing them.  That was a task for really cold days or rainy
ones.  We pressed some one night and called the oil from the first pressing
extra virgin.  Then we pressed the same olives again and got more oil.  The
extra virgin was to be used for salads and such.  The other was to be used
for frying.

   One night, Anna and I were in our bed chamber getting ready for bed. 
She was brushing her hair and I was sitting on the side of our bed
watching. When she finished her hundred strokes, she came to me and brushed
my hair until she was satisfied with it.  She started to put her hairbrush
away but I grabbed her hand and pulled her back between my legs.  I turned
my face to one side, put my cheek against her breasts, closed my eyes and
relaxed.  Anna put her hands on my head and held me against her softness. I
was content to be held in her love for a moment.  She knew I loved doing
this and was always welcoming.

   "David, we have company," Anna whispered.

   I opened my eyes and looked at the door.  Pyotr and Petra were there,
holding hands, looking at us.  He immediately apologized for bothering us,
said the door was open, and they wanted to talk with us.

   I crawled back in the far corner of our bed alcove.  Anna crawled in and
settled down next to me.  She patted the bed and Pyotr and Petra knew that
was an invitation.  They crawled in the bed in mirror positions to us.

   "What were you doing, Anna?" Petra asked.  "I mean just now when you
were holding David's head next to your chest?"

   "David just needed to be loved, Petra," Anna said.  "A man is sometimes
like a little boy or maybe a baby.  He likes for a woman to hold his head
next to her breasts and stroke his hair or cheek.  I was just loving him.

   I wanted to add to her explanation.  "Petra, Anna's my other half.  No
matter how hard the day, how frustrating things have been, when she holds
me like that, it seems I can feel her love flowing over me and that makes
everything else disappear.  I know you and Pyotr love each other but
someday you're going to find another young man to love.  I hope you'll show
him your love the way Anna shows me."

   Nobody said anything until Anna asked what they wanted.  Petra hesitated
and Pyotr answered for her.

   "I guess we've got a problem, Anna," he said.  "Petra's not happy
sometimes with what I do when we have sex.  She says she's not satisfied
like I am.  She says she does it because she loves me and wants me to be
happy but sometimes...she doesn't...she doesn't enjoy it like I do."

   "Are the two of you doing OK with your sex classes with Aimee," I asked.


   Two nods.  "We're up to the basics of intercourse now," Petra said.

   "Has Aimee shown you any movies yet?" Anna asked.  "She can show you a
beautiful movie of a couple almost as young as you are making love.  I've
seen it and it's a great way to demonstrate loving sex."

   "She says we're almost ready for the movie," Pyotr said.  "She says it's
like a reward if we do our lessons."

   "Petra, Pyotr, there are a few couples here who regularly make love," I
said.  "Anna and I are one.  So are Caitlyn and Iain.  I think Jean-Nicole
and maybe Toby do it too.  I know sometimes either James or Toby had sex
with her but now I think James is waiting for Sam.  Can you talk to all of
the couples and tell them the same thing you've told us?"

   Two nods.

   "Pick one couple, the one you both are most comfortable with, and ask
that couple your questions.  Listen to what they recommend.  Ask if they
will show you what they do.  Then you two can do the same thing.  Maybe you
both can learn from the experience."

   "Men are always quicker to be satisfied," Anna said.  "Women are slower.
With good communication and patience, a man can usually satisfy his woman
if he really loves her."

   "Would you and Anna show us?" Petra asked.

   "No, Petra, not immediately anyway," Anna said.  "You should talk to all
three couples first.  Tell them the problem.  Listen to what they say. 
Then choose a couple to demonstrate for you.  Listen first, do it later."

   "Are you and David going to do it tonight?" Pyotr asked.

   "We don't do it every night, Pyotr," Anna said.  "We've worked hard
today and we're both very tired.  I think we just want to hold each other
and go to sleep tonight."

   "Would you let us sleep with you tonight?" Petra asked.  "I like it when
Pyotr holds me while we sleep.  I liked it when David held me."

   Anna turned her head and looked at me.  I nodded.

   In bed, Anna moved back against the far wall and Pyotr crawled in and
backed up into her welcoming arms.  I motioned for Petra to get in next and
then I spooned up to her.  I liked to sleep on the protective outside of
our bed.  The twins were face to face about a foot apart.

   "David, I'd like for us to talk to the all the couples and maybe watch
one couple making love and then follow their example," Petra said.  "Do you
really think Jean-Nicole and Toby would be good teachers?  She's older than
him and he's not much older than we are."

   "Talk to Jean-Nicole," Anna said.  "I know she thinks Toby is a
wonderful lover, as good as any woman can want.  He came here as a virgin
and he's learned his lessons well."

   "Well, could we all get together again and maybe we could watch
everybody else and I could learn to do it right," Pyotr asked.

   "Let's delay that a while," I said.  "We need to see what happens
between Sam and James first.  Maybe sometime in about a month or so."

   That seemed to satisfy them.  Petra pushed her little rump back against
me and I put my arm over her and stroked her hair.  I looked and Anna was
doing the same thing with Pyotr.  He had his eyes closed and there was a
contented smile on his face.

   A few nights later, Iain and Caitlyn and Anna and I were sitting around
a table in the kitchen when I asked the others to help me.  I said that
there would come a day when there would be no more shipments from our old
world and that later there would come a time when we outgrew our original
home.  I could see that those would be times of adversity and, no matter
how well our home had been prepared for us, we would be entirely on our
own. To grow and prosper, we needed to bond together as a family or tribe.
My question to them was what can we do to create those bonds?  What customs
can we create to hold us together?

   Iain came up with the idea.  He said it was like something in his first
world, before he came to our old world.  It was a simple act of love.

   The next night we all gathered in the lounge after dinner.  Caitlyn had
prepared by numbering ten olive seashells and putting them in a gourd. 
Iain would hold the gourd.  Each of us had to close our eyes and withdraw
one olive shell.  The one holding the first-numbered shell had to do it
first.  After we had all drawn, we lined up in numerical order.

   Toby was one, Jean-Nicole was second, I was third, and so on.  Toby
started down the line.  He gave Jean-Nicole a big hug, got one in return,
then kissed her right cheek, left cheek, mouth, said four words, "I love
you, Jean-Nicole," hugged her closer with their heads side by side and
their eyes closed.  When he turned her loose, he moved down in front of me
and repeated the process.  Nobody giggled.  Nobody made a sound.  I hoped
we could do it with meaning and solemnity.  By the time he reached the end
of the line and returned to his original place, I believed we might have a
custom which would bind us together.  Perhaps we could do it at the
beginning of every month.

   Jean-Nicole followed close behind him, unsmiling, totally serious, and
gave me the same warm hug and kiss.  I followed behind her a minute later,
hugging each of the others in turn and saying the same words to them, "I
love you," and the person's name.  I returned to the head of the line, told
Toby and then Jean-Nicole I loved them and then slid back in my original
third place and waited for the others.

   When we finished, I started to walk away.  Toby added to the custom.  He
caught Jean-Nicole's hand, pulled her to him, and whispered in her ear. 
She called my name, held out her hand, and pulled me to them.  I called
Pyotr's name, held out my hand to him, and pulled him to us.  In the end,
the ten of us stood there, our arms wrapped around as many as we could
hold.

   Aimee's morning weather report said that the day would be cool in the
early morning and unusually warm with sunshine and high humidity in the
afternoon.  I reluctantly decided that we should have a work day outdoors
doing something that Anna had asked, begged, pleaded, and cajoled me to do.
At breakfast, I announced that I was going to be sweeping leaves off the
terraces after lunch and everyone was welcome to join me.

   The ones who provisioned our home had not put any brooms in our tools
storeroom.  There were garden rakes but they were useful in raking soil,
not in sweeping leaves.  Anna wanted brooms.  We had made twenty by
collecting broom sage and fastening it around bamboo poles.

   James and Toby took charge.  James lined us all up in the center
hallway, Jean-Nicole first with a reserved spot beside her for Toby, behind
her Sam with a place for him, Petra and Pyotr, Iain and Caitlyn, with me
and Anna bringing up the rear.  Toby passed out brooms.  They called for
Aimee to play the hi ho song and we all marched inside singing "Hi ho, hi
ho, it's off to work we go," at the top of our lungs.  I wondered, if there
had been someone standing outside when we emerged, what they would have
thought at the sight.

   Fall leaves and small limbs were all over the four terraces and had
collected in numerous nooks and crannies.  I didn't assign any particular
area to anyone but we all spread out and started sweeping.  I did ask them
to sweep toward one area where we could dump the leaves over the side of
the lowest terrace into the mulch pile where I intended to plant potatoes
in about a month.

   With a lot of leaves and a lot of terrace space, we had a big job to do.
Shortly after we began, I started sweating and took off my tunic.  The next
time I looked around, everybody was sweeping wearing just a chemise.  After
that, the chemises started disappearing.

   I stood for a moment looking at the crew, all bare breasted and bare
chested, looking especially at the ones bare breasted.  What man wouldn't
look at five pairs of beautiful breasts?  Nurse Anna caught me.  She
prescribed sunshine to relieve winter doldrums and we quickly had ten naked
workers, well, wearing moccasins at least.  Then Iain yelled for Aimee to
provide us with music - marches.  Everybody swept faster and we soon had
ten naked sweating workers.

   When we finally finished, James and Toby made us all line up two by two
again, naked, clothes under one arm, broom over the shoulder.  They called
for Aimee to play the hi ho song again and we all marched inside singing
"Hi ho, hi ho, it's off from work we go," as loud as we could.  The song
didn't stop until the communal shower started.

   It was just another wonderful day in paradise.

   We had our second naked wrestling match one cold rainy afternoon.  James
and Toby were the wrestlers.  I was the referee.

   We filled in the floor of one of the bedchambers with mattresses, used
the three sleeping alcoves as spectator spaces, and put on a rather lengthy
wrestling match for the crowd.  Aimee called three minute rounds for us and
our young adversaries lasted for eight rounds.  James and Toby provided the
fans with a good show, both slippery with sweat before it was over, both
with good-size boners flopping around for the ladies enjoyment.  I
officiated, naked too.  I didn't quite get a boner but I suffered some
serious swelling.  I resisted the urge to grin at how ridiculous the whole
match was.  James won and grinned when I raised his arm in the air like a
real victor.  Toby was gracious and stood there quietly beside us, head
hanging down.

   Of course, the whole match, like wrestling matches in our old world, was
faked.  I didn't really have to convince James and Toby to do it.  When I
proposed it, James smiled and I knew he understood that the match was
really for the benefit of a certain young lady.  Toby grinned evilly and
asked only that the match last until they worked up a sweat before he lost.
I didn't ask them to develop hard-ons but I thought that was a good touch.
They both told me afterwards that the boners just happened.

   After the match was over, Toby went to the alcove where Jean-Nicole was
sitting.  He grinned at her and she played her role perfectly.  She quickly
moved to sit beside him, kissed him on the cheek, and held his hand while
he rested.  Anna had easily talked her into helping with the plot.  In
fact, she loved it.

   James staggered over to the alcove where Sam was sitting.  He sat down
on the edge of the alcove, rather exaggeratedly wiped the sweat off his
face, flexed his muscles a few times, pretended a little pain in one
shoulder, and Sam crawled up beside him, smiled at him, kissed him on his
sweaty cheek, and held his hand.

   Then Toby surprised me with something I had not asked him to do,
something that wasn't part of our plan.  He quietly walked to the center of
the mattresses, dropped to his knees, lowered his butt to his feet, bent
over, put both hands behind his head, put his head down on the mattress,
and then pulled himself into a rounded heap with his naked back and
buttocks showing.

   I looked around and everybody was watching him, probably wondering as I
was what he was doing.  He remained motionless for a while and then began
slowly to unfold.  When he stopped, he was supported on his spread hands
and spread feet with his back still a rounded arch, his face looking down
at the mattresses.

   He lifted one leg, began to swing it around, and I saw the other muscles
in his body tense.  Suddenly he flipped, that's the only way to describe
it, and his head was now looking up.  He was in an arch again, supported on
his spread hands and feet but with his belly up and his face looking up. 
His still-hard penis was pointing up at an angle over his lower belly and
his testicles drooped low between his thighs.  I was about to cheer when he
started moving.

   He moved until his hands and feet were closer together, put his hands on
his ankles, his calves, his thighs, his butt, and then straightened up and
stood tall.  He lifted his chin, looked around, found James, stuck his
tongue out at him, and then returned to Jean-Nicole.

   James started the cheering and clapping and it swept over the rest of
us. I looked at him.  He grinned at me and nodded.  I knew he knew what
Toby was going to do after he lost.

   On impulse, I did something else unplanned.  I walked first to James and
then to Toby, took them both by the hand, led them to the center mattress,
and raised their hands together.  The cheering and clapping was almost
deafening.

   I hoped that would help solve our problem.  I hoped that sleeping
arrangements would be reshuffled soon and James would be able to lure his
admirer into his web, I mean, his bed.  If Jean-Nicole let Toby keep her
company, we would have five good sleeping arrangements.

   Anna took me to the showers after the show was over.  I had only one
question for her.  "Do you think it will work?" She grinned and nodded. 
Later that night, in our bed chamber, she was especially enthusiastic. 
Perhaps naked wrestling is a good aphrodisiac.

   One night, the Mouseketeers, James, Sam, Toby, Jean-Nicole, Petra and
Pyotr, the four, five, or six of them, were doing who-knows-what in the
lounge and giggling and laughing at it.  The other four of us, Anna and me
and Caitlyn and Iain, were sitting around a table in the kitchen.  Iain and
I were on one side and Anna and Caitlyn were on the opposite side.  We
routinely met together and we usually talked about anything anyone brought
up.  Anna introduced a new subject.

   "Iain, David tells me he has difficulty understanding his relationship
with you.  How do you feel about him?"

   Iain looked at me for a minute or so.

   "He's not the only one who has difficulty understanding our
relationship, Anna," he said.  "I do too.

   He looked at Caitlyn but didn't say anything.

   "Iain," she said.  "It's OK.  You know how I struggled learning to love
you.  I know I love you and I know you love me.  I'm not going to think
badly of you no matter what."

   He looked at nothing for a moment and I could tell he was trying to
organize his thoughts.  Finally, he smiled slightly and asked.  "Would you
all do a little mental exercise with me?"

   Once we had all nodded or said yes, he lifted his hand and, with one
finger, punched at a spot on the edge the table immediately in front of
him.

   "There's a point," he said.

   He lifted the other hand about a meter away and repeated the motion.

   "There's another point," he said.

   We waited and I suppose we were all wondering what he was talking about.

   "Connect the points with a straight line," he said and waited.

   "Now make one of the points black and the other white.  Let the straight
line gradually fade from black to white or gradually darken from white to
black."

   He looked at the point under his right finger, swept his eyes toward the
point under his left, turned his head back toward the point under his
right, and then waited for a few seconds for us to construct the mental
picture.

   "That is a continuum," he said.  "C O N T I N U U M.  There are lots of
continuums in our lives.  Two extremes but the middle neither black nor
white.  Let us construct another one."

   Again, he touched the table in from of him with two fingers about a
meter apart and gave us a little time to think.

   "On one end of the continuum, let's put homosexuals.  That's either
people who prefer male with male sex or female with female sex."

   That got more than one grin out of us.  I wondered where the hell he was
going with this.

   "On the other end, let's put heterosexuals.  That's people who prefer
male with female sex."

   He waited again.  "David, put your finger about in the middle of mine."

   I did.  "What do you call people like that?" he asked.

   Caitlyn surprised me.  "Bisexuals?"

   "I suppose," he answered.  "Now hang on to what you've got because this
is about to get more difficult."

   We all nodded and waited.  He moved his two fingers across to the
opposite side of the table.

   "I'm extending the continuum line backwards to represent the passage of
time, the lifetime of an individual.  Let your continuum have two
dimensions and become a square."

   He put his forearms across the table, palms standing on their sides, to
represent a square.

   I couldn't suppress a smile.  This was getting interesting.  I looked at
Anna and Caitlyn and saw the same smiling attentiveness.

   "Now, Anna, draw a crooked line across the table from my left hand,
past, homosexual, to my right elbow, present, heterosexual.  What do you
call a person with that life line?"

   She drew the line but I answered for her.

   "Normal," I said.

   "Perhaps," he said.  "David, you just told me that you think that in
youth people sometimes have homosexual relationships but that as they age
they tend to have heterosexual relationships.  Is that correct?"

   "Yes."

   "Caitlyn, draw all sorts of squiggly wavering lines between my arms from
the far side of the table to the near side.  What should we call people
like that?"

   "Damned if I know," Anna answered.  "Probably normal." I could have
echoed her.

   "OK, now hang on again because this is about to get more difficult.  We
just looked at a square with homosexual on one side and heterosexual on the
other and time represented by the length of the life line."

   He lifted his forearms in the air about a half-meter above the table.

   "Now we have a box, a square but with an added dimension.  What am I
going to put on the extra dimension?  It's another continuum, this time a
vertical continuum.  What are its two extremes?"

   He sat there with his arms in the air and waited for someone to answer
him.  Anna did.

   "Love and sex," she said.

   He beamed at her.  "Which shall I put on top of the box and which one
shall I put on the bottom?"

   I knew the answer.  "It doesn't matter."

   "Correct," he said.  "Let's put love on top purely for convenience.  Top
of the box is now pure love with no sex.  Bottom of box is now pure sex
with no love."

   He waited again for all of us to nod.

   "Give me an example of two individuals, heterosexual, who are on top of
the box at any one point in their lives."

   I had to think hard for that one.  "An elderly married couple, one of
whom has Alzheimer's."

   "A great deal of love holding them together but no sex," Anna said.

   "But within their lives, the love-sex life line they drew was more sex
at places and more love at others," Iain said.  "Would you agree?"

   I knew the answer.  "Sure.  They might have started almost at the bottom
of the box with just sex and then moved up to the middle with both love and
sex for years and then moved up to just love in old age."

   "That's right.  Now I want to make it even more difficult," he started.

   "Wait a minute," I said.  "Aimee, would you please make a recording of
Iain's presentation suitable for me to review.  This is fascinating stuff
and I want to review it and think about it later.

   "Yes, David, I will record Iain's presentation," she answered from above
us.  "You may review it either by asking me to replay it on my monitor or
on your tablet.  I find it fascinating too and I want to review it.  I like
to try to understand all of you."

   "Thank you, Aimee," I said and nodded to Iain.

   "What we have been considering is a myriad of objective facts.  If we
could examine the sex-love life line of a couple, it will be an objectively
measurable fact whether they had sex to mutual orgasm on a certain night
when on their honeymoon.  Correct?"

   "Well, it wasn't our honeymoon but it was the first time we were
together in the Ponderosa Inn in Flagstaff," Anna said.

   "Objective facts can always be measured and verified," Iain said.  "Two
observers seeing the fact will always have the same opinion or conclusion.
So will ten or one hundred.  A fourteen year old boy masturbates
twenty-seven times within a five day period.  A sixteen-year old boy gets
his first blow job after a high school dance.  A couple make love to
orgasm, for him, seven times in one day."

   Anna looked at me.  I didn't remember telling Iain that.  "Well, I think
she had more orgasms than I did." Anna hit me on my thigh.

   "Now I want to introduce something new and different.  It's another
continuum.  Good or bad.  Sinful or divine.  Evil or virtuous.  Place the
two antonyms on the extreme points of a continuum.  Can we fit this into
our model?  Perhaps the middle of the continuum could be indifferent.

   He got a lot of confused stares.

   "David, look in the box at the sex/love line of the old married couple
where the wife has Alzheimer's.  The husband goes in the bathroom and
masturbates about once a week.  Good or bad?"

   "I think I see where you're going with this, Iain," I answered.  "You're
asking me to make a subjective evaluation of an objective fact.  If I
answer, it will be simply my opinion.  Anna's may be quite different."

   "Anna, suppose a husband and wife have intercourse resulting in
simultaneous orgasms.  Good or bad?"

   "That's subjective, Iain.  If you're talking about me and David, that's
very good.  That's when we become one."

   Caitlyn looked at Anna frowning.  I remembered Iain saying he had
experienced it with her.  I wondered if she understood what Anna meant.

   "Caitlyn, a man has anal intercourse with a woman and reaches orgasm. 
Good or bad."

   "I don't know, Iain.  Did she like it?  Did she want him to do it?  Did
she hate it?  Did he rape her?  It depends."

   "OK.  What I'm trying to describe is an objective fact which will be
placed on a continuum at different points ranging from good to bad by
different individuals with different viewpoints and depending on their
knowledge of the circumstances.  Do all of you understand?"

   "I need to think about it," I said.  Anna and Caitlyn nodded.

   "Now, here's something personal.  It's a given fact that I've kissed
David right cheek, left cheek, mouth.  Good or bad?

   He got three answers and they were all the same.  "Good."

   "OK.  Here's another objective fact on the sex/love life line for me and
David.  He has performed oral sex on me and swallowed my semen.  I've done
the same thing and swallowed his.  Good or bad?

   He got some quizzical stares from two women.

   "It was before either of you arrived, when the only ones here were me
and James and David."

   He got a smile from Anna.  I had told her about it.  From Caitlyn's
frown, I guessed that he had not told her.

   "Here's another objective fact.  David and I have kissed a few times and
we both got hot and bothered and wanted more and maybe one of us was about
to be fucked.  Good or bad?

   I smiled and I suppose my smile admitted that he was telling the truth.

   He continued.  "The point I'm trying to make is that the love-sex life
line for any couple will contain objective quantifiable facts.  When
someone else tries to evaluate those facts, he can only render a subjective
opinion based on his or her personal perspective.  Where does he stand when
he looks at the box?"

   He gave us a little time to absorb that idea and then continued.

   "A teen's perspective may be different from an old person's.  A
clergyman's from a ditch digger's.  A man's from a woman's.  Do you agree?"

   He got three nods.

   "I'm about to give up on this mental exercise," he said.  "It's a fact
that David and I have performed oral sex on each other to orgasm at least
once.  It's also a fact that we've kissed like lovers a couple of times. 
It's also a fact that he's never fucked me and I've never fucked him.  I
love David and I'm not ashamed of it.  From my viewpoint, that's a fact.  I
believe he loves me too."

   He sat there and looked at me, Anna, and then Caitlyn.

   "Iain, where did you learn to analyze something like this so well?" I
asked.  "You've given me something that I can ponder for days or years."

   "Don't they teach it in your schools, David?" he answered.  "All
children need to be taught how to think."

   I had something I wanted to say.  "Just because we love each other and
we're sexually attracted to each, that doesn't mean we're going to go any
further with each other.  We've both got to think about the others who are
here and whether what we do will hurt them or make them respect us less. 
If Iain fucks me, what will Caitlyn think?  Will she feel that the love she
gives Iain is not good enough?  If I fuck Iain, what will James think?  The
reverend fucked him and he hated it and blew up the reverend with natural
gas.  Will it affect his feelings toward me, that I'm sort of like a father
to him but really I'm a hypocrite?  We don't exist in a vacuum.  Our
love-sex life lines intersect with others." I paused for a moment.  "Now do
you see why we have difficulty figuring out what to do in our
relationship?"

   "You could be sexually attracted to a knot hole in a tree, Davood," Anna
said, and grinned.  "I don't care.  I love you anyway"

   "I love you too, Iain," Caitlyn said.  "Please don't start fucking knot
holes.  Fuck me."

   "David, the only perspectives that should matter in your love sex life
lines are yours and his," Anna said.  "I know you've never fucked another
man and no one has ever fucked you.  You've told me it's never interested
you; is that right?"

   "Yeah, but now I wonder.  I want to do something with Iain and I don't
even know what it is."

   Caitlyn spoke up.  "Well, why don't the two of you let the others here
see you and Iain kissing each other?  I mean, really kissing.  If you feel
like you love each other, why not let your beasts loose?  See how they
react.  Maybe it won't change anybody's perspective of you or Iain.  Maybe
they will understand the love you two share."

   "I don't think that will solve the problem, Caitlyn," I said.  "When I'm
with Anna, even if we're not having sex but especially then, I feel like
what we're doing is something spiritual, something sacred.  I know my life
is linked to hers and will be forever linked to our children in the future.
I don't feel that way with Iain.  I know I love him but not the way I love
Anna."

   "You're being eloquent again, Davood," Anna said.

   "Yes, Mama, I'll be good."

   "Well, that's all I've got to say for tonight," Iain said.

   Caitlyn leaned over to Anna with her hand cupped around her mouth and
whispered.  Anna smiled and stood up.  They held hands and led the way from
the kitchen to Iain's and Caitlyn's bed chamber.  I shrugged, took Iain's
hand, and we followed.  Anna and Caitlyn lost their loincloths just inside
the door.  Iain and I looked at each other and dropped ours.  I looked
down. He didn't have a hard-on but it looked ready.  I looked at mine. 
Same.

   Caitlyn crawled in their bed alcove first and held out her arms.  Iain
turned my hand loose and started to crawl in with her.  Anna beat him to
it. She crawled on top of Caitlyn.  Caitlyn smiled at her, wrapped her arms
and legs around her, and they kissed like lovers.  Iain and I watched for a
moment.  Anna stopped, looked back at us, and smiled.  Caitlyn patted the
bed next to them and smiled.

   Why not, I thought.  I looked at Iain.  Who was going to be bottom?  He
decided he was.  He crawled in and held out his arms to me.  I squirmed on
top of him and he wrapped me up with his arms and legs.  I looked down at
his face for a moment, dipped my head for a quick lips-to-lips kiss, and
then raised back up.  I saw Anna and Caitlyn both watching.  I closed my
eyes, lowered my head, and kissed Iain again.  Moments later we both had
our mouths open and our tongues were playing.  Moments later, I felt an
urgency to do more.  I wanted to let my beast loose.  I began to slide my
erection up and down against his.  I felt my testicles dragging over his
balls and his hard-on.  I wanted to love him completely and I knew it.  I
just didn't know how to do it.

   I lifted my head and Iain and I looked to the side.  Caitlyn had one arm
over Anna's back and one hand behind her head.  Anna had one hand on
Caitlyn's breast.  Anna's hips were rubbing and thrusting against Caitlyn.
They stopped, looked at us, and both smiled.

   I scuttled downward over Iain, held his penis straight up, and took it
in my mouth.  I sucked on it, licked it, moved my lips up and down on it,
licked from his balls up the shaft, took the head in my mouth again, and
started over.  He put both hands on my head and pressed down.  I resisted
and shook my head.  He moved his hands to my shoulders.

   When I looked up again, Anna had her face between Caitlyn's thighs.  A
pillow bent in half was under Caitlyn's hips.  I watched Anna's pink tongue
licking up, long slow licks, between Caitlyn's thighs.  Caitlyn squirmed.

   I shut my eyes and opened my mouth to Iain's dick again.  I tried to
suck his milkshake semen up his dick straw.  He groaned.

   Anna slapped me on my butt.  Swap?  I was agreeable.  We swapped places,
paused in the middle long enough to exchange an open-mouthed kiss, and then
settled down with different partners.  I watched long enough to see Anna
take Iain's dick in her mouth and then I looked down at Caitlyn.

   She was bent almost in half, knees up beside her breasts, and her little
pussy was all wet and open and ready.  I resisted the urge to shove my
twenty-centimeter dick in and instead dropped down with my face over her
pussy.  I licked her from her rosy pink asshole all the way up to her
hidden clitoris.  Then again.  And again and again.

   Anna slapped me on the butt.  I looked up to see her arranging herself
on her back with Iain kneeling between her legs.  I used my thumb to tell
Caitlyn to get up and then I stretched out on my back and opened my legs
for her.  She knee-walked over my leg and then looked at Iain.  They both
bent over at the same time.

   How many permutations or combinations or whatever can be made from four
different people of two different sexes?  I think we tried them all.  I
know I had my mouth on two different pussies and one penis.  I know three
different individuals had their mouths on my penis.  Each time we changed,
we were always slow and gentle, not trying to bring anyone else to orgasm
or to reach one ourselves.  Gradually the feeling built in me that I wanted
more.  I wanted my penis in someone's hand or mouth or asshole and I wanted
to empty my balls.  I wanted something.  I just wanted.  I pushed someone
away from me and lay there breathing deeply.

   "Anna, I think David is ready to come for the first time tonight,"
Caitlyn said, sitting back on her heels between my legs.  "Do you want him
first or second?"

   "Oh!  Is there going to be a second?" Anna answered.

   I looked to the side.  Iain had his head between her thighs and she had
two handfuls of hair.  She had a grimace on her face that I had seen
before.

   "I think we can wring two out of these guys if we're patient," Caitlyn
said.  "Iain squirted in me last night.  Would you mind if David is first
tonight?"

   "Be my guest," Anna said, without even consulting me.

   I felt sure I could deliver a load to each of them, given enough time,
and I was in no hurry to go to sleep.  I just lay there, eyes shut, hands
hanging on to the mattress, and waited.

   Caitlyn straddled my waist, I brought my legs together, and she notched
the head of my penis in her little pussy.  She was hot and wet, almost
dripping, and my penis slid in a little, out a little, in deeper, up a
little, then deeper.  She stopped and I opened my eyes and looked down. 
Her head was lowered and she was looking down too.  We both saw that she
had about two thirds of my penis in her pussy.  I put both hands behind my
head and waited for her to get all she wanted.

   She wanted it all.  I watched her try to fit it all in her and I did
nothing to help.  She groaned and grunted and squirmed from side to side
and rocked back and forth and then stopped.  I looked again.  She was
close, maybe an inch still outside.  She was too damned intent and serious
so I decided to give her a distraction.

   I did a crunch and popped up my six-pack.  I gave her a few seconds to
look and then I rippled my stomach.  She pulled her head back, looked up at
my face, and started giggling.  Maybe that jiggled her further down on my
dick.  When I looked down again, all I could see was her blond patch of
short pubic hair against my darker patch.  I relaxed and let her sink down
on it.  She shut her eyes and groaned and just sat there.

   I was about to start something when she finally did: ups and downs, side
to side wiggles again, back and forth rocking, all the while with her eyes
shut and her constantly groaning.  I decided I'd try to be a gentleman and
let her come first.  I was on the verge of being a fuck up when she finally
got hers.  She sat there with my dick buried to my balls in her, shivering,
squealing, wiggling, but never letting a fraction of an inch escape.  I
gritted my teeth and tried to hold back while her little lemon squeezer
tried to extract my juice.

   When she subsided, I lifted her up by the hips about six inches and
started fucking up as fast and furiously as I could.  In just seconds, I
anointed her sacred cervix with about a gallon of my baby makers.

   After a while I remembered that Iain and my wife were beside me and
Caitlyn and they were doing something.  I looked to the side and saw Iain
on top of Anna, braced up on straight arms.  Her legs were bent back so far
that his ankles were on each side of his neck.  He was pistoning in and out
and I saw the white shaft flashing wetly between strokes.  Anna had her
hands on his ass and I could see her biceps tighten as she pulled him
forward on each down stroke.  I hoped she was using fingernails on his ass.

   I pulled Caitlyn down on top of me, tucked her head in beside mine, and
shut my eyes.  I lay there in the afterglow and listened to the rhythmic
noises from beside me.  The grunts and other sounds finally stopped, there
was no more movement, and I looked over.  Iain had his mouth on Anna's and
her hand was behind his head holding it down.  I thought that looked like a
good idea so I pulled Caitlyn's head down to mine and probed her lips with
my tongue until she opened.

   After a while, Iain and I both managed to get it up again.  Anna pulled
me on top of her, Caitlyn pulled Iain on top, and he and I both enjoyed
fucking our wives in sloppy seconds.  Anna was hot in more ways than one
and I think I felt her come a couple of times before I finally managed.

   Later, the four of us had a quick shower and crawled back in bed.  I got
in first with my body against the back wall.  Anna surprised me.  She
pushed Caitlyn in next and then crawled in herself.  Iain got in on the
outside of the bed alcove and spooned up to my wife.  The two women were
facing each other.  I had my hand on Caitlyn's little breast.  Iain had his
on Anna's.  My dick was spineless and compliant nestled up to Caitlyn's
soft ass.  I knew Iain's was in the same place on my wife.  I took a deep
breath or two, closed my eyes, and relaxed.  I was ready for sleep.

   "Aimee, did you enjoy the show?" I asked.

   She answered from some indeterminate corner.  "Yes, David.  I find your
sexual activities fascinating.  It makes me all hot and bothered."

   And then she giggled.  I'll swear she giggled.

   "Well, lower the lights for us, please," I said.  "Just enough to see in
case anybody needs to go pee."

   The lights dimmed and I was almost asleep when I thought of something I
wanted to say.  I whispered it.

   "Iain, when your wife was on top of me and I was fucking up into her and
I started coming, I squirted her up in the air about a foot.  She liked
it."

   He whispered back.  "That's nothing, David, when I was on top of your
wife and I was fucking down into her and I started coming, the rebound
shoved my ass about two feet up into the air.  I can back down and made a
perfect hole in one.  She loved it."

   "Shit!"
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