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 A World of My Choosing   An Out-of-this-World Story by Gil Gamesh

   Chapter Fifty-Five

   Anna and I stood there in the hallway, my arm around her shoulders, hers
around my waist, until the others walked away.  My mind was still in a
whirl of disbelief and confusion, trying to make sense of what I had just
learned: that Mother was alive and well and that I had fathered a son with
her.  I knew I had to tell Anna the truth about what had happened that
summer when I had just turned fourteen but I wanted her approval before I
told anyone else.  I also needed to know what had happened to Mother after
she left and why she had left me a note with only a single sentence. 
Perhaps she would help me tell Anna the whole story.  Only then could I
even think of telling all the others.

   "Are you going to tell me?" Anna whispered.

   "Yes, I'll tell you everything," I whispered back.  "Would you be
satisfied for now if I answer your first question?  I promise to tell you
everything later.  It's a long story and I want Mother to help me tell
you."

   "Yes, David."

   "OK.  Michael's my son, mine and Mother's.  I'm sure of that but I
didn't know he existed until this morning.  I suppose he's my brother too.
She disappeared when I was fourteen and I didn't know whether she was alive
or dead until she came arrived here."

   "I can be patient, David," she said.  "I love you and that's not going
to change no matter what."

   She smiled at me and then pulled my head down and kissed me on the
cheek. I knew that whatever I said would not hurt her love for me and that
was enough for now.

   "Aimee, would you please monitor Mother and Michael very closely?  I
asked, knowing she would be listening.  "If Michael's fever doesn't respond
to the medication quickly, perhaps I should give him a cool shower."

   "Yes, David, I have just turned out all light in your bedchamber and
used my infrared vision to measure his temperature again.  His body is
almost a degree cooler than when he arrived.  Mother's temperature is
almost normal.  Please do not worry about them.  I will call you if their
temperatures do not soon return to normal."

   "Thank you, Aimee," I said.  "Did you hear what I just told Anna?"

   "Yes, David, but do not worry.  I can never tell anyone else what you
say without your consent."

   "Aimee, I thought Mother was dead and I never knew Michael existed until
now.  This had been quite a shock and I don't know what I should do or
say."

   "Come, David," Anna said, tugging on my hand.  "I want to help
Jean-Nicole plan a good lunch for Mother and Michael.  I wouldn't want them
to think I'm starving you."

   We went to the dining room where I knew breakfast was being prepared.  I
expected some would be gone on morning chores, and, after we reassembled
for the morning meal, I also knew that the others would want me to satisfy
their curiosity.  I knew I had to be truthful with them but I could not
tell them the whole story until Mother approved.  Perhaps after breakfast
would be a good time to begin the story.

   I looked around and saw two female Mouseketeers, Renée and Petra,
helping Jean-Nicole with breakfast.  I didn't see any male Mouseketeers and
I assumed they were running the rabbit trails as usual: James with Brian
and Toby with Pyotr or vice versa.  Caitlyn and the other female
Mouseketeers, Sam and Brianne, were missing too, perhaps doing the morning
garden picking.

   I saw Matt, Iain, and Aiden, standing around talking and I wanted the
usual morning reports.  I left Anna helping with breakfast, called the
three guys, and we went to a corner table and sat down.  I asked them to
wait until after we ate to learn about Mother and Michael.  Iain had his
tablet in hand as usual.

   "OK.  Morning reports first," I said.

   "We have two teams of guys running the rabbit snares," Matt said.  "I
suppose all the rabbits are doing what comes naturally because the kill has
been very good every morning lately.  Caitlyn's taking two others to do the
morning garden run.  We're getting so many garden vegetables that we'll
need a work party this afternoon to prepare some for freezing.  Jean-Nicole
wants some fresh fish so I'm leading a quick fishing trip to the lake after
we eat.  I'll take the male Mouseketeers and any females who want to go. 
We'll be back in time to have fish for lunch."

   I nodded my approval and he knew to continue with plans for the next few
days.

   "Jean-Nicole says we're out of oysters and sea critters so we all might
go down to the isthmus soon.  Maybe we'll be lucky and get a little porker
or a turtle as well.  I need some guys to explore for new rabbit trails,
three trails this time.  We have some deer meat but we'll need a deer hunt
sometime soon."

   "OK, I said.  "I'll make plans for the trip to the isthmus.  Matt, you
organize three deer hunting parties.  You and Aiden and I will lead the
hunts with one or two Mouseketeers each.  I'll take Michael and start
training him.  I think small hunting parties for deer are best; don't you."


   He nodded.  "Aimee, are you getting all this so you can remind us what
we need to do?"

   She responded from the adjacent table.  She delighted in making her
voice come from different places.  "Yes, Matt, I will nag all of you to do
your duties."

   "Thank you."

   I looked at Aiden and nodded for him to begin.

   "In the next few days, I'll conscript some of the guys to finish work on
the retaining wall for the potato beds.  I'm ready to move one of the
robots down one terrace to excavate the room for goats and I'll need muscle
for that.  As soon as we move the robot, I'll make the holes for a fence
around the perimeter of the terrace and then let the robot start on the
room.  That will take a day or two."

   "OK," I said.  "Matt, you organize the hunt for new rabbit trails and
the deer hunt.  You and Jean-Nicole make sure we have a morning and evening
garden picking.  Include Mother on that ASAP.  She loved gardening when I
was a kid.  Aiden, you take care of the goat room and fence.  Include me on
your work teams.  We need a garden work team too and I'll take care of
that. Weeding and bug watch have to be constant from now on.  We don't want
tomato worms to get started."

   I looked at the two of them and they both nodded.

   "Iain, what have you got planned for us?" I asked.

   "Well, first, I want to be included on the deer hunt," he said.  "I've
been practicing with the little crossbow and I'm pretty good with it."

   I looked at Matt and nodded my approval.  He nodded back.

   "Aimee and Caitlyn and I will host a dance party for us one evening
soon," Iain continued.  "We'll start off with a couple of marches as usual,
then dance a few waltzes, and end the evening with some slow dances with
lights down low and romantic music playing.  Everybody seems to like that
format."

   "I do," Matt said.  "Jean-Nicole does too."

   "Anna and I do too," I said.

   "After that, we're planning a dinner on the terrace with a bonfire,
followed with some dancing again.  Marches, waltzes, finishing up with Jog
Din Oas.  I've been told that gets the blood flowing and there's usually
some good sex afterwards.  What do you think, Matt?"

   Matt smiled.  "Yeah, some damn good sex."

   Iain looked at me.

   "Yeah, I think Anna can dance for a little while longer.  I don't know
when she's going to want to stop sex.  I wouldn't want to be caught trying
to get my pecker in while the twins are trying to get out."

   "I've corralled Aiden too, David," Iain said.  "He's another baritone
and he'll be part of the chorus for our next evening of music and song. 
I'm just beginning to put together another night of singing with the New
World Chorus.  I've got something planned for you and Matt, a duo from an
opera, and don't either of you say you won't do it.  I'm also working with
the Mouseketeers on something secret.  All I'll say about it is that it
will be hilarious."

   "Like Frère Jacques?" I asked.

   "Better.  I'm also teaching some volunteers how to play musical
instruments.  When you're ready, David, I'll start teaching you the
tallum."

   "Thanks, guys," I said.  "After breakfast, I'll talk to everybody about
Michael and Mother but, just remember, I did not even know she was alive
until a few minutes ago and I never knew I had a brother.  This is quite a
shock to me and I'm not sure how to proceed.  I'm going to the top terrace
this morning and sit like The Thinker for a while."

   "Who's the thinker?" Matt asked.

   "Anna says that what I look like sometimes," I said.  "It's a big bronze
statue by Auguste Rodin.  Aimee looked it up for me and I suppose Anna was
complimenting me."

   "Iain, I have placed an image of the statue by Rodin on your tablet,"
Aimee said.  Aiden and Matt looked down at Iain's tablet and both grunted.

   "Yeah, that's you, alright." Aiden said.

   "Yep, sitting on the commode," Matt said and grinned.

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   I climbed up to the top level terrace, sat down, and looked at the
morning sky, an almost cloudless blue bowl, beautiful and peaceful.  I
thought of the Omar Khayyam quatrain I had learned for Grandfather in
another life and tried to remember the lines.

   And that inverted bowl we call the sky, Whereunder crawling coop't we
live and die,' Lift not thy hands to it for help, for it Rolls impotently
on as thou or I.

   Here I am, I thought, impotently rolling on, under another blue bowl in
another universe.  I know I cannot lift my hands to the sky for help.  I
know with certainty that it is all up to me and others like me.  I like
being the leader for all the others, struggling to know the right and wrong
of helping them, perhaps not mucking it up too bad.

   I thought about love, the common thread of all our stories.  Love and
sex and the interaction of love and sex: why do they always cause such
problems for us?  Why is it always so difficult to know how to help others
with their problems?

   I thought of Iain and how, in despair and depression, I almost ruined
his life.  Now he was a close friend and there was an element of
almost-sexual love between us.  His love for Caitlyn brought her to him and
then helped her out of her religious shell.  They seem as content in their
relationship as Anna and me.

   James was an abused fatherless child when he arrived and I tried to fill
in the void in his life by giving him the love of a father.  Now I was
proud of him and loved him as a son.  He recognized that Sam, beautiful Sam
with red hair and freckles, needed love too and he helped make her one of
us.  Perhaps tough love and a spanking helped her change too.  I'd like to
spank her beautiful little derriere again.

   Toby was another lost child when he came here but now he was a tall
young man with unbelievable gymnastic skills.  Perhaps I'm not as much like
a father to him but I still give him my love to help him.  I can't pretend
to understand the love that's developed between him and Renée but I hope it
keeps them together.  Maybe he ties her down and gives her what she needs
too.  I'd like to get my mouth on her beautiful breasts again.  She's a
walking wet dream.

   Jean-Nicole, tall, beautiful gray eyes, came to us needing love and
desperate to break free of her religious bonds.  She found freedom here and
lost her virginity with four of us.  Now she has Matt, another warrior who
knew only sex without love, and they're both learning how much better sex
is with love.

   Pyotr and Petra, beautiful blond twins rescued at the last second, just
becoming sexual beings, also needed love and found it, first with each
other, and then with our second set of twins, Brian and Brianne, from
another universe.  I don't think their pairings are permanent but who
knows? Two sets of twins sharing one bedchamber: I would like to be a fly
on the wall to watch them.

   I have loved all of them, guys and gals, and still do and I hope I have
earned their respect and love.  Now I have to face another problem and it
might hurt or destroy the respect and love the others have for me.  I want
to continue to lead.  I need it.  I have accepted it as my mission in this
new life and I am trying my best to determine the right and wrong of where
I lead them.

   I know I should be honest with them but I only know part of Mother and
Michael's story.  I have to talk to Mother to learn where she has been and
what has happened in her life since she disappeared.  Together we have to
tell the others the whole story but what of Michael?  Does he know the
truth or does he really believe that I'm his brother?  He's just a child
and I don't want to hurt him.

   What of the sex play parties which have become part of our lives?  We
all enjoy them.  The foreplay is fun, maybe silly fun, but I have enjoyed
all the different ways we have played so far.  The one-on-one sessions
afterwards with different partners certainly help in building bonds of love
and friendship and the sex is damn good.  How will Mother fit in to those?
It seems she was sent here possibly to be a mate for Aiden and only the two
of them can make that happen.  When Aiden learns what Mother and I did
together, what will be his reaction to her or to me?  What of Michael? 
He's ten, almost eleven, and, judging from those few pubic hairs, just
started puberty.  Will Mother want him to begin enjoying his sexuality so
early?  I'm his father.  Should I approve if he wants to begin?  I don't
suppose it hurts a young boy to use that thing between his legs at a young
age.  It's already big enough to use but he can't do much damage with it.
Aimee says eleven-year-old boys masturbate more than any other age.  Damn!
No, Yok!  Always the same question!  What's the right thing to do, the
right thing for one specific person, not for anyone else?  I know that,
whatever happens, I have to be completely honest with all the others but I
will not press Mother for her story for a few days.  Of course, that puts
off the question about Michael.  When should I tell him that I am his
father?  I want him to know.  I want to love him like a son, not like a
brother.

   I stood up and looked around.  Nothing had changed.  I was still under a
beautiful almost-cloudless blue sky.  The breeze up the mountain was
rustling the trees and the birds were performing their morning opera as
usual.  It was just another day in paradise with different problems.

   I saw Matt and Aiden and the male Mouseketeers coming, each carrying a
string of nice-sized fish, large enough for me to fillet.  I climbed down
from my perch and went inside to help with lunch.  That's one thing I excel
at: filleting fish with Little Boy.

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   "David, Mother and Michael are both awake," Aimee said.  "They are
talking coherently so perhaps the journey has not been too hard on them."

   "Thanks, Aimee," I said.  "I'll take Michael to pee and Anna will take
Mother.  When we're in the toilet, would you please round up the others and
tell them to go to the bathing chamber.  We're going to bathe two this
time."

   Mother smiled and consented when we told her and Michael that we always
welcomed newcomers with a ritual bath to wash away all the worries and
troubles of our old world.  Michael complained that he didn't need a bath
because he had bathed last night.  I called four young Mouseketeer females
to him.  He smiled and yielded.

   We followed our now routine process and all of us used our hands, with
or without washcloths, to shampoo their hair and wash their bodies.  I
stood behind Mother and shampooed her hair while, first Matt and
Jean-Nicole and then the other couples scrubbed her from head to foot.  I
gently kneaded her shoulders while Matt and Iain were rubbing her breasts
with soapy washcloths and she hung her head and moaned contentedly.

   With four beautiful young females bathing him with their hands, Michael
displayed a pristine young penis, stiff as a steel rod, for them to admire.
Perhaps it wasn't really necessary for each to use her soapy hands on it.
Then four young males used washcloths and gave him a really good scrubbing
from head to foot.

   We couldn't all fit in the drying circle at once but we made sure all of
us got our hands on our newest arrivals to strip off the water.  Anna and
the other females, except Mother, made sure Michael's penis was dry and he
grinned and didn't complain.  Hard, it looked like about eleven or twelve
centimeters, somewhere close to five inches already.  Maybe he couldn't do
any damage with it but he might find out what he could do with it except
peeing.

   Anna and I led Mother and Michael back to Aimee's room so she could get
their measurements.  I tried to explain Aimee to them but I doubt that they
understood what she was.  She greeted them wearing nothing at all, like the
rest of us, smiled warmly, and complimented Michael on the size of his
stiffy.  She certainly knew how to charm men ... or boys.

   She explained that she needed to get their measurements so she could
recognize them and give them access to everything here and she quickly had
Michael toeing the line in front of her monitor.  When she changed her
image to the Vitruvian Man, I thought that was strange.  She always used
something different for each arrival's measurements and I had not seen the
image since the first day I arrived.

   She asked him if he knew who drew the picture and he responded.

   "Yeah, Leonardo drew it."

   "Then would you please repeat after me," she smilingly asked.

   "The Vitruvian Man is a world-renowned drawing created by..."

   He repeated her words.

   "...Leonardo da Vinci around the year 1487."

   He repeated the last of the sentence.

   "The drawing depicts a male figure in two superimposed..."

   He repeated the words.

   "...  positions inscribed in a circle and a square."

   Again, he repeated her words.

   Aimee reappeared on her monitor but she was looking at me with a
questioning expression on her face.  I knew she was intelligent but I
couldn't believe she could have so quickly recognized that I was his
father, as well as his brother.  I nodded a few times and she smiled again.

   Then she had him assume the positions, legs together and apart, front
and rear, and finally complimented him again.  "Beau cul, Michael."

   "Thank you, Aimee," he said, big mischievous grin, "Show me yours."

   She did.  He complimented her.  "Tu as un beau cul, aussi, Aimee."

   Aimee grinned, dismissed him, and asked Mother to follow his example. 
One difference: she gave Mother the quote in French and she repeated it.

   After that, Anna and I took Mother and Michael to the clothing storeroom
to show them the sort of clothes we wore outdoors and then to help them get
outfitted for indoors in a loincloth.  Michael, now with a droopy, not a
stiffy, admired himself in the mirror, even turning to look at his beau
cul. Then we went to the kitchen where Jean-Nicole and the others were
starting to prepare lunch.  Anna introduced each couple to them and they
were welcomed warmly but, thankfully, without questions.

   "Michael, there's somebody missing," I said.  "He wants to greet you too
but Aimee is holding him in the room where he sleeps until I tell her to
release him.  His name is Lucky.  Aimee, you may let Lucky out now."

   Immediately I heard claws on the floor as Lucky scrambled down the
hallway to the kitchen.  He ran in the door, ignored everybody else, and
greeted the newcomers with sniffs and a waging tail.  Mother smiled and
scratched his head.  Michael sat down on the floor and tried to hold off a
pooch intent on licking his face.

   "He's my dog, Michael," James said.  "A bear ate his mother and brothers
and sisters and we killed the bear.  Lucky crawled in a crack in the rocks
and escaped.  That's why he's named Lucky."

   "You ain't nothing but a hound dog, Lucky," Michael said, and then
looked up at me.

   "Can I have a dog too, David," he asked?  "Mom's been promising me one
for years."

   I knew I should say no but I couldn't.  "Michael, on this area where we
live, this whole mountain, there are no dogs.  They live over on the
mainland.  If we find a puppy over there, you may have one."

   That seemed to satisfy him.  Lucky was satisfied that he knew the
newcomers and wandered around the kitchen sniffing for something to eat.

   "I always feed him before we eat, Michael," James said.  "He gets table
scraps from yesterday's meals.  He's always hungry.  Come with me and we'll
get his lunch and warm it up."

   Michael followed James out of the kitchen.  Lucky's dinner was always
kept in the kitchen cooler until time to feed him.  They were back in a
minute.  James warmed the leftovers in a frying pan and sat the doggy bowl
down in front of a squirming happy dog.

   "He always gulps it down whether it's cold or warm," James said.  "I
think it probably tastes better if it's warmed."

   We stood and watched for a few seconds while Lucky ate his lunch and
then licked the bowl.  James held his hand down, Lucky nuzzled it and
licked it, and then wandered off in search of something else to eat.

   "Michael, he's trained to do his business outdoors," James said.  "If he
goes to the door and whines, that means he wants to go outside and pee or
poop.  He's got his favorite spots and he usually goes to one of them."

   Anna sat with Mother a few of us prepared lunch.  I was assigned the
fish frying duties so I donned an apron over my loincloth.  Michael stuck
close to me so I helped him into one as well.  I quickly battered the fish
fillets and dropped them into the hot oil.  A couple of minutes later, I
scooped them out and piled them in a colander to drain.  Then I put in
another batch of fillets and scooped then up.  The third time, I asked
Michael to drop the fillets in the hot oil and he gingerly did it.

   Next I wanted hushpuppies so I pulled out my bamboo hushpuppy
slide-stick.  Jean-Nicole had the mix ready and I poured about half into
the slide.  I tilted the slide, the mix drooled down, and I used Big Boy to
slice off little portions into the hot grease.  Again, Michael was right
beside me, watching.  In less than a minute, I scooped out the thumb-sized
brown hushpuppies, smelling deliciously of olive oil and onions.  I
refilled the slide, handed Michael Little Boy, and he managed to slice off
relatively equal portions.  I knew to compliment him, something I heard my
father say to me a lifetime ago: "Good job, Michael, couldn't have done it
better myself."

   Three tables were set for us, seventeen of us now, the food was on the
bar, and a bunch of hungry folks were waiting.  I took Michael to the head
of the line with Mother and Anna and we all loaded up our plates.

   After lunch, Jean-Nicole insisted that Mother, Michael, Anna, and I
should not help with cleanup and that I should show them our new world for
the first time.  "Go see Lightning," she ordered.  I resisted, contending
that everybody had go with us.  I wanted everybody to see the reaction of
our two newest arrivals when they saw the world which now was theirs.  We
left the dirty dishes and went outside to greet our new world.

   The two pairs of twins quickly took Michael in tow and eagerly led him
around all the terraces and even in the woods nearby.  Anna and I more
leisurely showed Mother around the four different levels of terraces.  We
led Mother from the large terrace just outside the door to the next highest
terrace and the rest of our group waited on the main level.  On the small
terrace immediately above the main one, Mother stopped and looked around
carefully.

   "This is where the picture was taken; isn't it, the one showing all of
you?" she asked.  "I studied it for hours, trying to match each one with
the names in the file.  All of you were so beautiful, smiling for the
camera, naked except for loincloths, all the girls showing their young
breasts and seemingly unconcerned about it.  I was surprised that most of
you were so young."

   "Yes, Mother, Iain chose a place where nothing but trees was behind us,"
I said.  "He insisted that a good picture should have a backdrop which made
all of us stand out.  We put one of our tablets on the rock over there and
Aimee took the picture."

   Mother continued, "You stood out, of course, the tallest one in the
picture, standing there in nothing but a loincloth, so slim and beautiful,
long hair down almost on your shoulders.  Anna was easy to recognize too.
Even from the front, I could tell she was pregnant.  I wanted so much to
see you and your beautiful wife in person."

   We led Mother up one more set of stairs to the little terrace at the
top, the one barely large enough for a few people.  She stood looking at
the trees on that part of the mountain which we could see and at the
blue-green water, the sea or ocean, in front of her.

   "We're on the south side of the mountain, Mother," Anna said.  "In front
of you, you're looking south; to your left, that's east, where the sun
rises; to the right, that's west, where the sun sets."

   Mother stood and looked and I knew what she was wondering: where were
all the signs of humanity's existence in this world.  As usual, the sky was
a peaceful blue with a few clouds, the trees were a mixture of different
shades of green, rock outcroppings were visible in a few places, but there
were no contrails, no buildings, no boats, no roads, no signs of the
existence of human beings.  The leaves were dancing in the afternoon
updraft surrounding the mountain.  The birds were singing their hearts out
all around us.

   "Where are we, David," Mother asked?  "I can't believe that a pristine
place like this exists anywhere in the world."

   "In your old world, there probably isn't, Mother," I said.  "You're not
in your old world.  You're in a new world in another universe.  We're the
only human beings in this new world."

   She looked at me in disbelief.

   "He's telling the truth, Mother," Anna said.  "You and Michael have been
transported to a new world.  David explained it to me but I still don't
understand how it was done."

   "Well, is somebody going to explain it to me," she asked?

   "Yes, we've developed a presentation for all newcomers," I said. 
"Aimee's recorded it and will play it back whenever you're ready.  You
should watch it on the large screen in the teaching chamber.  You can also
watch it on a tablet but it's better on a large screen."

   "James is the moderator and we all have small parts," Anna said.  "Iain
and David and I wrote it and James stands there and explains it so well and
introduces us.  He would have been a famous person like a movie star in our
old world.  You wouldn't believe how much he's changed in the last year."

   "He was an abused boy when he came here," I said.  "Now he's my adopted
son and he's blossomed into a very intelligent beautiful young man.

   "Well, who's Aimee?  You said you gave her my name.  Who is she?"

   "James explains that in his presentation, Mother," I said.  "Just wait
until you hear it.  To us she's just another person but she's so much
more."

   "Well, let's round up the rest and go see Lightening," Anna said.  "When
Lightning and Thunder chase Lucky and attack him, you'll laugh hard enough
to lose your loincloth."

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   "You can't sleep in that thing, Anna," I said, and then hurriedly added.
"It's beautiful but it would get all tangled up in bed."

   We were in our bedchamber at the end of a long and difficult day.  I was
naked, sitting on the side of our bed, leaned forward like men do, legs
spread so my penis and testicles could hang free, elbows on my knees, and
hands clasped in front of me.  Anna was modeling something she and
Jean-Nicole had made on her new sewing machine.

   From the light brown or ivory color, I could tell it was made from the
same material as chemises.  It was sleeveless and it extended from
shoulders to ankles, a simple covering that hung free around the waist. 
Truthfully it was beautiful.  It made me think of an ancient Greek or Roman
lady.

   "It's not for sleeping, David," she explained.  "It's for everyday wear.
I'm calling it a mama Mumu.  My breasts are getting heavier and I'm
thinking of wearing a maternity bra already.  My belly feels tight now and
I don't like to have anything rubbing me around it.  I'll just be more
comfortable in it for the next few months."

   "Will you still go naked with me when we're in here?  I like to look at
you, pregnant or not.  There's a glow or something about you and you're
still beautiful."

   She pulled her mama Mumu over her head and put it on the bamboo shelves
I had made for her.  I looked at her and loved what I saw.  She certainly
had a well-rounded belly now and her breasts were already heavier and
fuller.  The areolas were a little darker too.  There was a neat little
patch of pubic hair on her mound but everything around her pussy was bare
and I knew she was using the depilatory on it.  Maybe that was because I
was using my tongue to bring her to orgasm more often.  She saw me looking
at her and smiled.

   "David, do you want to make love to me?" she whispered.

   "Uh huh, but..."

   "But what?"

   "Do you think I could get on top of you, you know, so you can wrap me
all up with your arms and legs?"

   "You can't put your weight on me.  You can't let the beast loose."

   "I won't.  I promise.  I'll just get my dick in you and then be still.
That's all.  Sort of like you did with Aiden.  And Iain."

   "They didn't have an orgasm, David.  You're not going to be satisfied
until you come."

   "Well, maybe after a while you'd let me spoon up behind you and do it
that way.  I like that.  Do you?"

   "Yes, David, I like feeling you in me.  I love it when I feel you
throbbing inside me and squirting out another load."

   "I can't help it, Anna.  It's just the way I am, the way all men are."

   "I know, David, and I wouldn't want you to be any other way."

   She crawled in the bed, lay down on her back, raised her knees, spread
her legs, and held out her arms in invitation.

   I quickly moved over her, holding myself up on straight arms so I didn't
put any weight on her, with the shaft of my dick lightly pressed against
her pussy.  I knew she'd show it where to go.  When she put her hand on it,
I pulled back a little so she could seat the head in her vagina.  When she
did, I pushed gently, slowly, and my penis slid into her just a little.  I
let it rest for a second, pulled back so only the head was inside her, and
pressed forward again, deeper this time.  I did it again and looked down
from her smiling face to where my penis was entering her.  Perhaps a third
remained outside.

   "OK?"

   "Yes, David, I'm OK.  Just be slow and easy.  Maybe we won't wake up the
twins like last time.  I like to feel you in me but when they're turning
somersaults that's all I feel."

   "It doesn't hurt?"

   "What?  Your dick or them flipping?"

   "I don't know.  Either, I guess.  Both."

   "It's a little uncomfortable, the twins, I mean."

   "Is it OK if I try to get it all in?"

   "Of course.  Just be slow and gentle.  They're still sleeping."

   I pulled back, slid in, and repeated, gaining a little each time.  She
closed her eyes and smiled up at me.  When I felt my balls against the
smooth cheeks of her derriere, I stopped, held still for a moment, and then
lowered my body onto her.  She wrapped her long legs around me, knees at my
sides, ankles locked near the crack of my ass, and put her arms around me,
one hand on my back, the other behind my head.

   I was very careful to hold myself suspended over her so that our bodies
were together but my weight was not on her, especially not on her tummy. 
Maybe my back looked like a hump-back beast but I wanted to feel her
breasts against me too.  When I did, I stopped for a moment again, looking
down at her breasts, barely flattened against my chest.  Then I lowered my
head so my cheek was against hers and my mouth at her ear.

   "Uummm, that's so damn good," I whispered.  "James needs me to hold him
sometimes but I need you to hold me too, Anna.  I love you so damned much.
I really do."

   "Hush, David," she said.  "I love you too and I need you to hold me
too."

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