{ASS} Willing_Victim {Mr_Ed} (MF, rom, Mf, 1st, cons)
Disclaimer: This story is entirely fiction, and has
no basis or purpose other than to entertain. It
should not be read by any minor, for it is not
intended as an instructional manual in sex. If the
idea of underage sex bothers you, do not read any
further.
Willing Victim by: Mr. Ed
Introduction and Background
He was a semi-retired man in his mid fifties, living
in a semi-tropical paradise known as Jamaica. Now the
paradise referred to the climate, but not the
circumstances in which the majority of the population
lived, for the edge of poverty was common to many, and
there were more people on the lower side of the divide
than on the upper side of it. Anyone that looked even
the slightest bit prosperous would receive requests
for money from beggars anytime they happened to be
accessible to the large scale numbers of desperate
individuals, of both sexes.
Most of the population was, of course, black, but he
found his white skin did not hamper his ability to
blend in with the population. It did mean that he had
to be strong and resolute, primarily in his attitude,
for such an attitude became reflected into body
language that seemed to be recognized, even if on a
subconscious level. Those in and around him had come
to know him, and he enjoyed the respect of them, most
of which he had earned. He was not afraid of work,
nor of helping another that needed help, and this
became known in and around the community.
It had been three years since Bruce had come to
Jamaica to live, and he had purchased a piece of land
not too far outside of the resort city of Montego Bay.
He was far enough out of town to enjoy the benefits of
all the infrastructure being provided, and far enough
to enjoy the peace and quiet of the community and the
country lifestyle. Yet he was not so distant that it
was hard to reach the city when he needed to for
whatever reason. A fifteen to twenty minute drive
brought him to a shopping centre that had sufficient
product offering to satisfy most of his needs. His
bank was only another five minutes beyond that, and
right next to the tax office, and amongst these places
almost everything he needed could be dealt with. Even
his insurance company moved their offices from a
location in town to the same mall that his bank was
in, almost as if it had been just for him.
Thanks to his business success, he had a very adequate
income, sufficient to keep him comfortable for the
rest of his life in a developed country, let alone in
a third world country. He did not flash his money
around but he did see and help when he saw genuine
need. There were over six local homes that were now
finished, even though the families did not have enough
to be able to finish them on their own. Just about
every child in the area now attended school regularly,
received a nourishing hot meal each and every school
day, for many their only meal of the day. Somebody
that had agreed to act in secrecy about his school
food program failed to keep their mouth shut, and it
was generally known in and around the community that
he was funding the program. It could be best be
described as an open secret.
The home that he had built on the top of his main hill
was molded into the very hill on which it was built,
and not easily seen by traffic on the parochial road
that serviced his property, his neighbours and other
communities further away. Because of the way it was
dug into the hill, and with the surrounding foliage
and trees, it remained relatively comfortable on the
hottest of the days, without any air conditioning, and
conversely comfortably warm on the coolest of nights.
It was not particularly important to anybody but
himself, for there was only one other man that had
even been inside the home to see what was there, and
he refused to talk about it with anybody. He was a
man that shared the respect of the others in the
community, and nobody was about to try and pressure
him into anything he did not want. When Bruce needed
help, however, he was the one that was willing, and
could be trusted, and they remained close friends.
On the rare occasion it was necessary to have a
visitor at his home, they were met in one of the
outward rooms which he had built for the purpose, and
there was never a need to go in any further. Many had
sought the opportunity to earn an income by caring for
his laundry, but they were declined, saying that he
was able to deal with such matters himself. There was
never any evidence such as clothes hanging on a line,
but he was always clean about himself, leaving the
community to speculate as to how he managed.
The biggest question about him, was to do with he
never seemed to spend any amount of time with the
opposite sex, nor for that matter anybody. Since it
was a matter of privacy, it was often discussed, but
never understood, and he didn't feel the need to
volunteer any information on the matter. If it had
been investigated, they would have found out his wife
had died of breast cancer complications just two years
before he retired from business, and they never had
any children out of the marriage.
Chance Meeting
On this one particular day, Bruce was returning from
shopping in MoBay, the local abbreviated name for
Montego Bay. He had forgotten to include a loaf of
bread during his shopping and stopped to pick one up
at the crossroads local store, or shop as it was known
locally. As he was at the counter to pay for his
bread, a young girl happened into the entrance to
speak to the shop owner.
Never had he been so smitten with the absolute charm
that was shown in her face, and for that matter in her
body. She was about twelve years old, he guessed, and
spoke in a very quiet, dignified voice, but that did
not compare to her facial beauty. Bruce realized he
must be guilty of staring, but could not pull his eyes
off this girl, and the expression of some hidden
beauty that seemed to be behind it. Her entire look
to him could best be described as an enigma.
"Excuse me, Miss," he said to her. "Please do not be
alarmed, for I mean you no harm, and perhaps Mr. Les
will confirm he knows me and where I live."
"I am not alarmed, Mr. Burns," she replied in her
sweet little voice. "What may I do for you?"
"Thank you, for you flatter me to know my name. It is
just that I see something in your face that fascinates
me, and I wonder if I may take a couple of pictures of
you?"
"You flatter me, sir!" she replied. "Where would you
like to take these pictures, sir?"
"Just outside the shop where I might be able to get a
nice background that will enhance the charm you have
in your eyes and face. My camera is in the car, and
it would only delay you for a few moments."
"I would be quite pleased, sir! I will wait for when
you are ready." She stepped outside of the shop to
wait for him.
"Pretty, isn't she," asked the shop owner.
"There is something more than pretty about her, and I
can't recall ever seeing a face that fascinates me
more than hers."
"She is a local girl, and comes in here quite often
for her mother. A very good student, too!"
When the bread was paid for, and the shop owner
thanked, he stepped outside, smiled at the girl and
headed for his car parked beside the shop. Retrieving
the camera from the glove box, he returned to where
she stood. "May I know your name, dear?"
"Linda Grey," she replied.
"It is certainly a pleasure to meet you, Miss Linda
Grey!" he said. "Now let's see if we can pick out a
suitable background to compliment your beauty."
There were always a few hanging around the shop
entrance, and all of them were observing the events as
they unfolded. As Bruce looked around, he decided the
trees across the other side of the main road would be
the most complimentary, especially since one was in
full bloom with soft purple flowers. Guiding her to a
place that allowed him to get an angle that took in
the trees, he framed her head with the chosen
backdrop, and took a couple of pictures. Asking her
to turn her head slightly, he took another couple of
snaps, adjusted his focus and then took one of her
showing her entire frame, from head to toe.
"If I may, just one more, with the shop in the
background, just so I can remember where I was lucky
enough to meet you." Her smile was infectious as he
took the final shot.
"Thank you, Miss Grey," he said to her. "Is there
something that you would like as a reward for posing
for me? Mr. Les has several things that you might
like, I believe."
She stepped over close to him, and indicated she
wanted to whisper something to him. When he bent
down, she said, "My Mom didn't have enough money to
get what she wanted to make our supper. Would you buy
us a small tin of Bully Beef?" Bully Beef was the
Jamaican name for corned beef.
"On one condition," he said to her. "Yes I will buy
you that item, but you must tell your mother that you
did not beg the money, you earned it. Agreed?"
"Agreed," she said quietly. "Thank you, sir!"
With the help of Mr. Les, he also selected a bag drink
for her, as she liked them according to the shop
owner. The purchases were made, thanks were
exchanged, and they were off to their homes.
Surprise Visitors
Shortly after Bruce had finished his supper, he was
staring at the image of the girl's face that he had
caught at the crossroads, trying to figure out what it
was about her that he found so fascinating. Perhaps
it was the innocence, or the expression she seemed to
wear, but whatever it was, he was pleased that the
encounter had happened, and wondered if he would ever
see her again. It was the first time he recalled
seeing her during the years he had been in the area.
His thoughts were interrupted by the chimes that rang
when somebody pushed the bell at his gate. Turning to
the television, he changed the channel to the gate
monitor, and was surprised to see two females standing
there, one of them was the young girl, and the other
was a young woman that he already knew. Using the
intercom, he said, "Good evening, ladies. How may I
help you?"
"We were wondering if we could come up and speak to
you a moment, sir!" she replied, not quite sure where
to direct her attention.
"Please do come in," he said. "It is not often I am
able to entertain two such lovely ladies." He buzzed
them in through the gate, allowing it to close when
they had passed through. They had a bit of a climb to
get up the hill, and it would take them a few moments
to reach up, so he brought out a pitcher of lemonade,
a small bucket of ice and a few glasses, carrying them
into his entertainment room. He was just outside the
room when they were able to make it up to meet him.
"Before you say anything, ladies, I know how much of a
climb you have just had. Please sit down, and allow
me to pour you some lemonade to help refresh you from
the climb." He indicated a couple of places they
could select to sit down, and he set out the three
glasses, added some ice to each, and then poured them
and himself a glass full of lemonade. They found it
very refreshing!
"Now that you ladies are feeling a little more
refreshed, Good Evening, Ladies! To what do I owe the
pleasure of your visit?"
"Good evening, Mr. Burns," replied the older lady. "I
understand you took some photographs of my daughter a
little earlier today. May I ask why you took them?"
"Ms. Grey, I presume," he started. She indicated he
had the name right with a nod of her head. "Your
daughter has something in her face that I find
fascinating, and I see it even now. What it is, I
have no idea, and that is exactly what it was I was
sitting trying to figure out; what is it that
fascinates me about her face?"
"Would it be possible to see the pictures when they
are developed?" she asked.
"You may see them right now!" he replied. "I have
them on my screen at this moment. Would you mind
stepping into my living room where the television is
located?" he asked.
"Thank you, sir!" she replied. They followed him
through some open doors into his living room, and
there on his screen, occupying two thirds of the wall,
was her daughter's face, framed by the beautiful
purple blossoms on the background tree.
"What a beautiful picture, Mr. Burns!" declared the
mother.
"What a beautiful girl, Ms. Grey!" replied Mr. Burns.
"Let me show you the other pictures I took of her."
He started the program forward, allowing each of the
pictures to remain on the screen for about ten seconds
each, before the next replaced it.
"Are you a photographer, Mr. Burns?" asked the mother.
"I just dabble in it, whenever the mood takes me," he
replied.
"Since these are on the television, I guess there is
no point in asking for a copy of them, is there?" she
asked.
"You are welcome to a copy of each. Please excuse me
a moment while I start printing them for you." Using
his remote, he started the printing, and then returned
to the slide show, allowing it to repeat continuously.
"I don't wish to presume, but may I capture another
couple of shots since we have some really nice
backgrounds that could be used? I do hope you don't
mind my wanting pictures of your daughter, Ms. Grey,
but I can't help but to be fascinated by the enigma
that seems to be in her expression. I don't recall
seeing anything so nice before."
"Of course you may," she replied. "You pay her a
great compliment to even ask."
Bruce excused himself a moment, and left the room.
When he returned, he had the camera and the printed
pictures in his hands, all printed on letter sized
gloss paper, larger than most pictures you would get
from a regular camera. He handed the pictures to Ms.
Grey, and she proceeded to look through them.
"These pictures are all so beautiful, Mr. Burns," she
said. "Look at them, Linda! They couldn't be better
than this if a professional photographer were to take
them."
"Oh, Mr. Burns," she said. "Is there any way I could
keep these? I don't have any pictures of my daughter
since she was born, and these are so excellent! I'm
afraid I can't afford to pay you for them, though."
"You may have a copy of every picture I take of her,
Ms. Grey! I may have to go into MoBay tomorrow to get
some more paper, but other than that, it would be my
pleasure if they please you."
"Please me? You don't know how much they please me,
Sir! They are so beautiful!"
"My name, Mr. Burns, is Candice Grey," she continued.
"You are welcome to call me by my first name if you
wish."
"Well thank you, Candice. My name is Bruce!" he said.
"Thank you, Mr. Burns," she replied. "You flatter us,
but respect for you says we should call you Mr. Burns,
Sir!"
"Whatever you are happy with, Candice," he replied.
"May I ask where I know you from, Candice?"
"You don't even remember, and yet you have done so
much for us?" she said. "You gave us a home to live
it, and hope for our future, Mr. Burns. Linda is
going to school because you are paying her way, and
you even give her a decent meal every school day. We
think you are some kind of saint, you have been so
good to us!"
"So I guess I can quit worrying that you were annoyed
at my taking pictures of your daughter," he said.
"She is such a beautiful girl, and not unlike her
mother!"
"Annoyed?" she said with great surprise in her face.
"We came here to tell you that she would be willing to
pose for as many pictures as you would like. She will
come up here any time you say, and be willing to pose
any way you tell her.
"Is that true, Linda?" he asked.
"Yes, sir!" she replied in her quiet voice.
"In a little under an hour, is one of the most
beautiful times of the day, as the sun is heading
down. There are so many spectacular views, and if you
were in them, they would be so much nicer than the
hundreds I now have of that period. Would you ladies
have the time to stay for that, and I would be quite
happy to take you home afterwards."
"We would be happy to stay, but we don't wish to
trouble you to carry us home, sir. We can walk the
distance very easily," replied Candice.
"You don't think I would allow two beautiful ladies,
like yourselves, to walk in the dark do you? I won't
hear of it, and it would be an honour to carry you
home."
"Then thank you, Mr. Burns," said Candice. "If you
insist!"
"Would it be too much into your private business if I
were to ask what kind of a schedule you have so that
you may come up with Linda?"
"I wish I had a schedule, sir!" she replied. "I have
not found any work, and had it not been for your
generosity this evening, we would have had to do
without supper. Thank you for that, sir, and I'm
sorry I forgot to thank you earlier. But there is one
other thing, sir. Linda can come up here any time you
wish, other than when she must go to school. I want
her to get a good education, and she can't afford to
miss on the lunch you provide her. I don't need to be
here for her to come up!"
"Now, see here! Your daughter is what, about twelve?
She shouldn't be visiting an old man, living by
himself, especially to pose for pictures, without a
chaperone. She is too young and beautiful."
"I wouldn't let her out of my sights except to come
here with you, sir," said Candice. "You have done so
much for us, that it would be a small way of repaying
you."
"Well, that is something we can work on, but right
now, I have a few things I need to do, before the sun
reaches that special position. Would you ladies
excuse me for a few minutes?"
Candice and Linda remained in the living room,
admiring the home in which they were sitting. They
had a nice home, but the furnishings were rather
Spartan compared to what they saw here. The pictures
of Linda continued the cycle on the big screen, and
captured their interest periodically, but the home had
captured their attention and they kept looking around.
Dinner Is Served
Bruce returned about ten minutes later, and was
pushing a small cart before him. On it were a number
of dishes, which he set out on the coffee table in the
centre of the room. Then he handed each of the girls
a plate, and a fork, and removed the covers from each
of the dishes, revealing a selection of Chinese food,
all steaming hot. "I don't know how familiar you are
with Chinese cuisine, but we have here some chicken
balls, sweet and sour chicken, some stewed beef with
vegetables, and two other vegetable dishes. This is
the sweet and sour sauce should you wish any, and we
mustn't forget the deep fried won tongs that are very
definitely in need of dipping in this sauce. Here!
Where is... Here it is," he said. "How can one forget
the rice with Chinese food?"
"This is for us?" asked Linda.
"For all of us. You don't mind if I have a little do
you, Linda?" he asked.
"Oh, I'm so sorry, Mr. Burns," said Linda. "I didn't
mean..." she was stopped with his finger resting against
her lips.
"I was teasing you, Linda," he said with a smile.
"Come on, now, dig in, ladies, for I soon want to
start taking a few pictures."
Setting an example for the ladies, he dished out some
of each of the items for himself, and they were quick
to pick up on his example. "There are some drinks on
the cart any time you want something to drink,
ladies," he advised them.
Each of them enjoyed a plate of some very excellently
prepared Chinese food, washed down by one of the local
soft drinks. Bruce could see that they were both
hungry, for he knew that even the larger tin of Bully
Beef he had bought earlier could not have provided
them with much of a supper.
Additional Poses
"When they finished, Bruce asked the ladies to follow
him outside. With the spectacular backdrop of a
beautiful sunset, and the long shadows cast by the sun
on one side of the trees, he took a full camera load
of pictures, finishing just about when the sun had
disappeared below the horizon.
"Let's go inside, and take a look at these," he said.
"I have a feeling that some of them could be award
winners, if I was to enter them into a contest!"
"How can you see them so fast?" asked Linda.
"This is a digital camera, Linda. Everything in here
will be in the computer in just a couple of minutes,
and then we can watch them on the television. I'm
afraid I could not print them tonight, though Candice,
as I don't have enough paper for them. It is just too
many!"
"If we could just see them, sir," replied Candice, "we
would be quite happy!"
Bruce stopped in his tracks, turned to Candice, and
asked, "What must I do to have you call me something
other than 'sir' or Mr. Burns? Is there any other
term you would be willing to use, such as Uncle Bruce,
or something?"
"You would allow us to call you Uncle Bruce?" asked
Candice.
"You may call me that or Bruce, my dear. I don't
really want you to feel the need to be so formal
because that suggests you are uncomfortable, and I
certainly hope that is not the case!"
"I feel like I am having an evening with an ideal
father!" she said. "If you would tolerate it, we
would be proud to be allowed to call you 'Uncle
Bruce'."
"Or Daddy!" said Linda, almost to herself.
"Well that would be quite acceptable and flattering to
me, Linda. I do thank you, but I doubt if your mother
would be happy with that!"
"You are more of a father than either of us have ever
known, Uncle Bruce," said Candice. "I'm not surprised
she wants to call you Daddy, for that would be a dream
come true for her!"
That stopped Bruce in his tracks again. It helped him
understand something about these two visitors, and he
was forming a better picture of their lives up until
now. He resolved to make things a little better for
both of them. Then he left the girls in the living
room, and returned to downloading the pictures onto
his computer. Once the camera was in place, and the
process started, he was able to return to the ladies
in the living room. "There's still some food left
there, ladies," he said. How about we heat it up and
finish it off?" Linda smiled at the idea, but Candice
sat down, looking at the floor.
"Is there something wrong, Candice?" he asked as he
knelt down before her. She shook her head in a
negative gesture. "So tell me what the tears are
for," he prompted her.
Suddenly Candice leaned forward, wrapped her arms
around his neck and held on to him. He tried to calm
her down with whispered assurances that everything
would be alright, and gentle words of assurance. When
he looked up at Linda, she also had tears running down
her face.
"Please tell me what is the matter, ladies," he asked.
"Why do I have two crying ladies just because I
suggested heating up some Chinese food?
"We are living in a dream this evening, thanks to you,
Mr. Burns," said Candice. "You really must be the
saint that I thought you were earlier! I've never met
anyone like you, and ..."
"Thank you for your lovely compliments, ladies," he
said. "I am pleased that I make you feel that
comfortable, but right now I need some help loading
the dishes onto the cart to get them warmed up again.
Are there any volunteers?" Both of them helped, not
that he needed the help, but they wanted to be busy
and to do something for him, no matter how small.
He had never had anybody except his friend so deep
into his home before, but he had the ladies follow him
into the kitchen. There he had them place the dishes
into the microwave oven, and set it to working while
he got out a few fresh plates and three new forks.
When the oven was finished its cycle, he took out the
dishes, set them on the counter, and proceeded to help
himself, setting the ladies an example to follow.
When he had his share he carried it over to the
kitchen table and sat down to eat, the ladies
following.
"This is something we only could dream about, Uncle
Bruce," said Candice. "I've never tasted anything so
good, and I know Linda has never experienced anything
like this. Thank you, sir - Uncle Bruce, I mean!"
"It is fabulous, Daddy!" said Linda. "I don't even
know what it was you said I was eating, but it is all
so fabulous!" Suddenly Linda was at his side, hugging
him and knocking his arm causing some of his food to
be pushed off the plate. Putting his fork down, he
put his arms around her little waist, only to find her
turning about to sit down on his lap. Freeing his
arm, he took up his table napkin, and used it to dry
her tears from her cheeks.
"Do you realize what you have done, Linda?" asked her
mother in a scolding voice. Candice got down and
started picking up the items that had dropped on the
floor, saying, "I'm so sorry, Uncle Bruce. That was
very careless of Linda, and I am not pleased!"
"Well, I am, Candice, and you are to leave that and
stop worrying," he said as he held Linda from getting
up.
"I'm sorry, Daddy! I didn't mean to do that!" He
silenced her with his hand on her cheek, a gesture
that caused her to press her sweet face into the palm
of his hand. Linda felt his hand against her cheek
for a few seconds, and then turned her face to place a
kiss in the palm of his hand.
"Now take your sweet little backside over to your own
chair, and help me finish off this food. I'm anxious
to see those pictures of you!" The smile made sure
she did not take it as serious scolding, and she did
as she was told.
Bruce took up the bits still on the table, and tossed
them in the garbage in the cupboard below the sink,
and returned to finish his third evening meal. He
had, at least, got them to eat a decent amount, and he
knew their bellies must feel better than they normally
felt.
When everyone finished eating, the dishes were taken
up and added to some already in the dishwasher, and
then he added some soap and turned it on. Hand in
hand with the two ladies, he took them back to the
living room.
Picture Show
The pictures turned out to be as fabulous as what he
had expected, and he had some more beautiful scenes,
but this time they were complimented by the presence
of a beautiful girl. "I don't know what it is, Linda,
but your face is so special..." he said as his sentence
trailed off.
"I think I know what it is, Uncle Bruce," said
Candice.
"Then please share the knowledge with me, for it is
driving me crazy!" he begged.
"You have a picture over there that I presume is your
wife. When I first looked at it, I thought it was a
grown up Linda." Bruce got up, and went to the only
picture she could be referring to. He picked it up,
and looked at it, and now the tears were coming from
his eyes. At first, he saw his deceased wife, and
then he saw the resemblance in Linda's face.
"May I ask what happened to her?" said Candice from
immediately beside him.
"She died from complications to her breast cancer," he
replied.
"I'm so sorry, Uncle Bruce!" she consoled him. "But
she was a very luck lady to have had even as little
time as she did have with a man like you. I don't
even need to have known her, to know she died happy!"
Bruce was having trouble with controlling himself, and
allowed himself to turn and take Candice up in his
arms, crying over his lost wife. This time it was his
turn to be consoled, and Linda came over as the two of
them tried to help this big man. They really knew he
was human now!
Soon he did regain control over his unexpected
emotions. He had to avoid looking at Linda, for
Candice had identified the underlying feelings he
felt, and did not want them to surface right now.
Linda looked remarkably like his wife, just a whole
lot younger.
"It is getting late, and I should be taking you both
home," he observed. Thinking about it for a moment,
he said, "I would like to get some more pictures early
tomorrow morning. Would you consider coming over at
first light? And I mean both of you!"
"We would be happy to, Uncle Bruce," said Candice.
"You bet!" was heard from Linda, giving Bruce a cause
to laugh.
"Damn, it girl!" he declared, looking stern. "You are
so damn cute, it must be illegal!" He permitted
himself to hug this little one that had touched him so
deeply. Then they headed for the car, and the very
short drive to take them home. He refused to leave
until they were safely locked inside their home.
New Day - New Relationships
"Hurry up, Linda," called Candice from inside as he
approached the house. "We don't want to keep Uncle
Bruce waiting!"
"I'm hurrying, Mommy!" came the much softer reply.
"Don't you even have some of those water crackers
left? I'm so hungry!"
"That big meal you had last night should be able to
hold you until I can beg him for some change to buy a
little food, girl. Stop your complaining now!"
He was standing with his fist a few inches from the
door as he overheard the last comment from each of the
girls. Then he brought it down to knock on the door.
"What on earth? Who could be calling so early?" he
heard Candice say. Then the door opened, and her
mouth dropped open in surprise.
"Good morning, Candice!" he said as she recovered her
composure. "I'm here to see if I can find two
beautiful ladies that might be hungry enough to share
some breakfast with me," he said with a smile.
"Uncle Bruce!" exclaimed Linda as she caught sight of
him at the door. She ran over to him and straight
into his arms, circumventing her mother. "Good
morning, Uncle Bruce!"
"Well, good morning, Linda," he said as he held her
wrapped around him. "What happened to 'Daddy' that
you called me last night?"
"Mommy didn't think you would appreciate me calling
you that, and wants me to call you Uncle Bruce
instead."
"Well I can't overrule your mother, and Uncle Bruce is
just fine, but so was Daddy. To tell you the truth,
it felt real nice to be called that! However, there
is not enough time to talk for I am hungry, and want
my breakfast. Are you two nearly ready?" Bruce
gently set the little girl down on the floor, but
allowed her to remain inside a one arm embrace.
"We are ready, sir," said Candice. "If Linda is going
to call you 'Daddy' does that mean I could get away
with calling you Dad?"
"You flatter me even more? I would be very pleased if
you were comfortable with that!"
"May I please give my Dad a hug and kiss then?" she
asked. He held out his arms in the universal gesture
of welcome, and she came into his arms, planting a
kiss on his cheek as she pressed herself against him.
Bruce took a deep breath, looked down into the face of
the young lady and gave her a little smile as he
looked into her eyes.
"It has been several years since I last felt a
beautiful lady hug me like this. Thank you, but you
had better be careful, for I wouldn't want to forget
that I'm an old man."
"You may be older than I am, Dad, but you are Not an
old man, just older! Why on earth are you here? It's
not that I'm sorry to see you, but I just can't
imagine why you would trouble yourself so!"
"Because it is a long walk up that hill, so I thought
I would carry you up in my car. If you are ready,
then let's go and get some breakfast."
"Sounds great, Dad," said Candice. "Do you have the
things I told you to bring, Linda?"
"Yes, Mommy," she answered. "I've got them here in
this lada bag." A lada bag was the local name of the
black plastic bag so common in the country.
They stepped outside, closed and locked the front door
after turning off the single light bulb hanging from
the ceiling of the house, and Bruce escorted them to
and into his car. Then he turned it around and drove
up the road towards where he lived.
Linda in particular noticed the gate swing open as he
drove up to it, and close immediately after he drove
inside the opening. "Did you see that, Mommy? It
opened like magic!"
"It's not magic, Linda," said Bruce, "just remote
controlled hydraulics with the switch here on the
dashboard of the car."
"Well I think it was magic, just the same as the rest
of the fairyland castle we are going to visit."
"Don't forget the saint that lives there, Linda!"
stated Bruce. "A saint must live in someplace very
special."
The car drove into the open garage door, and the door
closed behind them as he turned off the car, got out,
rushed around and opened the doors for the ladies to
get out. With the doors of the car closed, he walked
over and opened one of the doors from the garage, a
door that led them into a small entrance just beside
the kitchen, visible from the entrance. As they
stepped inside the kitchen, both the ladies stared at
the breakfast table, for on it were three place
settings, complete with napkins and various cutlery
and with a cup and glass at two places, and an extra
big glass at the other place. In the centre of the
table was a vase of flowers, all sitting on a clean
white table cloth.
"It is so beautiful, Mr. Burns; it is so beautiful,
Dad, I mean! Wow!"
"I am glad it looks nice, but beauty is what I see in
my two guests, not on the table," he replied. Both of
them blushed, obvious even under the darkness of their
skin. They were actually fair skinned blacks, and
fair enough that their embarrassment showed through.
He guided them over, sitting Candice first, and then
sitting Linda at the place with the glass instead of
the cup.
Turning from the table, Bruce went to the fridge and
removed the pitcher of juice and a container of milk.
As he passed the microwave, he pressed a button, and
started it while bringing the liquids to the table.
He poured three glasses of juice, and one glass of
milk, and then returned them to the fridge. When the
microwave beeped it's alarm to say it was done, he
opened it to remove three plates, and carried them to
the table. Before each of the ladies, he placed a
plate, plus one at his place. On each was a carefully
arranged serving of bacon, eggs, and pancakes at the
side.
"Did you stay up all night to prepare this?" asked
Candice.
"No, dear," he replied. "I am just an early riser,
and prepared them this morning. Don't let them get
cold now!" he said as he took up his fork and took a
piece of his eggs. "Hear is the syrup for your
pancakes when you are ready for them." He poured a
little on his own, and placed it for easy access by
the ladies. Together they ate and enjoyed the well
prepared breakfast, with Candice closing her eyes more
than once as she enjoyed the taste of the food she
placed in her mouth. Indeed, she was enjoying both
the food and the environment in which it was served,
never having such a lavish setting for any meal at any
time she could remember.
"I believe you might be right, Linda," Candice said.
"This must be a fairyland castle, for I have never
seen anything so lavish and nice before."
"My table has never been graced with two such gorgeous
ladies before. It pales in comparison to your beauty
that you bring to it!" he declared. "Would you prefer
coffee or tea, Candice?"
"Whichever you are having would be wonderful, Dad,"
she replied. He brought over the already prepared pot
of coffee, and poured a cup for her and himself.
"Do you use milk in your coffee, dear?" he asked. She
replied with a negative shaking of her head. "How
about you, Linda? Would you like a little more milk?"
"May I please?" she replied. "I don't get to drink
milk very often, and it tastes So Good!" He soon
poured her another full glass, receiving a big smile
and a warm 'thank you' from the face that fascinated
him so much.
Job Offer
As they sat enjoying their coffee, and Linda her milk,
he said to Candice, "I hope you don't mind, but I was
speaking about you with Mr. Les at the crossroads shop
last night. While I don't want to get into your
private business, I was thinking about something, and
I wanted his opinion on the idea."
"We respect Mr. Les, and couldn't possibly object to
anything he might say about us. He has helped us more
times than I could remember."
"Well he certainly spoke very well of both of you,
telling me how honest and trustworthy both of you are.
He especially likes how you are both so polite, even
when times are very hard on both of you. When I told
him of my idea, I thought he was going to come right
through the telephone line, he seemed to be so
excited."
"Now you have peaked my curiosity, if he was so
excited," she said as she shifted on the chair in
anticipation of whatever he had to say.
"Well, I was wondering if you might consider coming to
work for me? I have a fairly big house, probably too
big for me alone, and find I need some time for
myself. Keeping everything clean and doing what I
need in the house is proving to be burdensome and that
doesn't even take into account having to cook for
myself. Often I can't be bothered, and sometimes I
snack instead of eating properly. I could sure use
some help in getting my meals, and doing some of the
lighter cleaning around the house. Would you by any
chance consider taking that on?"
"You are offering me a job?" said Candice. "I didn't
think anything could be better than having breakfast
with you, and supper last night, but...Yes! I would
be so happy to come and work for you, sir!"
"Now hold on, dear!" he said. "You haven't heard all
of it yet! I have a section of the house that is like
a small apartment, and I was hoping you might consider
living in it with your daughter. That way, you would
not need to climb that hill every day, and would be
able to sit with me at my table every meal. I must
confess, the idea of your company really appeals to
me! The wage I would pay you would certainly be
enough to send Linda to school, and supply you with
your basic needs, especially if you didn't have to
worry about buying food out of it."
"When would you like me to start, sir!" asked Candice.
"As soon as you remember that you wanted to call me
'Dad' and not sir!" he replied.
That comment seemed to break down a barrier that
Candice had been holding close to her, and she broke
into tears, even as she apologized for them. "I'm
sorry, Dad, but you have made me so happy!"
Getting up from his seat, he knelt down beside the
woman sitting at his table. Putting his arm around
her shoulders, he spoke softly to her, telling her
everything was alright, and to stop crying. It took a
couple of minutes before she was able to stop, and she
held on to him in a failed attempt to hide her
embarrassment, as well as enjoy the comfort of being
held. Over her shoulder, Bruce smiled at Linda, also
showing signs of crying a few tears. Linda reached
out and rested her hand on his arm, sliding it back
and forth over the hairs on his arm.
The Apartment
"How about finishing your coffee, and then we can take
a look at the apartment, if you like," he suggested as
he stood up beside her.
"Thank you, Dad!" was all she could say as she took up
the cup in her trembling hand.
"Alright, ladies," he said when she had finished every
last drop. "The apartment is separate from the rest
of the house to ensure your privacy, and we need to go
through the garage. Right this way, ladies," he said
leading them back out the way they had come in.
In the garage, he opened the door on the other side of
it from the entrance to his house. There they stepped
into an entrance, off to the side of which was a large
room. Directing them inside, he showed them the
living room into which they had entered, and then
indicated a hall running off to one side. Going down
the hall he entered a room intended as a bedroom,
complete with a walk in closet. "I haven't cleaned
down here in the last couple of weeks, so please
excuse any dust you might notice," he said as he
stepped into the closet.
"How is it the lights go on when you enter the room?"
asked Linda.
"The switches are motion detectors, and go on when you
enter the room if it is dark enough to need light," he
explained. They are all through the house, and will
turn off automatically a few moments after you leave.
If you are going to stay in the room for awhile, then
the switches at the door can place them in a locked on
position. You might end up in sudden darkness if you
forget, but you can turn them back on by just standing
up if that happens. Now, the very necessary room is
next, the bathroom." He led them out into the hall,
and to the next door right beside the bedroom door.
When he opened the door, both the girls could be heard
breathing in deeply.
Inside the bathroom were a bathtub, a shower stall, a
sink and two toilets. Bruce saw the look that passed
between the girls, and said, "One is bidet." Lifting
the lid, he held his hand over the centre and cycled
the system to have a spout of water shoot up and
bounce back off his hand. "Made especially for ladies
of the house!" he commented, as he saw Candice draw
her mouth closed. "Just outside, you will find other
closets for storing linen and other things you have
around the house to be stored." He slid back one of
the doors opposite the bedroom door to reveal the
shelves contained inside.
"This is even nicer than the wonderful home you built
for us a couple of years ago, Dad," said Candice.
"What are we going to do about the house and the
things there?" she asked.
"As you can see, I have never furnished the apartment,
so I would think that your furniture and things would
be moved up here. The house can remain empty for
awhile, until you feel comfortable with being here.
Then maybe, one day, you could sell it, and give
yourself a bit of nest egg for some future need."
"It must be that I am dreaming for I can't imagine
anything like this ever happening to me!" declared
Candice.
"I told you it was a fairyland castle, Mommy!"
declared Linda. Bruce had to smile, for he had never
thought about his home being called such until he
heard her say it the first time. He was glad,
however, that they seemed to be happy with the
accommodations.
"Now, if you feel that the apartment is suitable, I
will give you the keys, and that reminds me. I forgot
to mention the security lock on the entrance door.
When you enter the apartment, there is a lock that can
only be turned from the inside, but when it is on, it
guarantees that nobody can enter from outside, without
breaking down the door. You would not need to worry
about me, or anybody coming and troubling you or your
daughter."
"That, sir, is the very last thing I would be worried
about! Are you really going to let us come and live
here?" asked Candice.
"Let you?" he repeated. "I am asking if you would be
willing to come here, and help make my life a little
more comfortable."
"We would be happy to live here, and we thank you from
the bottom of our hearts," she said.
"Then would you permit me to come and visit your
present home so that I can see what furniture I would
need to get for the apartment?" he asked.
"You are welcome anytime, Dad," said Candice. "You
know, I feel more and more that you are like the Dad I
never had. Bless you!"
"May we go now?" he asked, leading them out of the
apartment into the garage. They agreed, climbed back
into the car, and were there in less than five
minutes.
When Candice opened the front door, he was ushered
inside, and looked around. He looked into the bedroom
without invitation, and then checked the bathroom and
kitchen. "What are your plans for the day?" he asked.
"Whatever you have in mind for us, Dad," replied
Candice.
"Then come on, we have some things to do!" he said as
he lead them back outside and to the car. Candice
closed back the door, and joined them in the car, the
door to the front seat being held open for her to
climb in.
Shopping Spree
Twenty minutes later, they were waiting the last few
minutes for the store in the shopping centre to open.
It was a furniture store.
Once the store opened for business, Bruce asked
Candice to identify a living room suite that she
liked. When she finished looking around for a little
bit, she identified the cheapest in the store, and
expressed concern over how much it cost, saying she
could not afford it. Bruce looked at her with a scowl
on his face, and then led her over to a nice set that
he liked. "But that's got to be the most expensive
set in the store, Dad."
"Good!" he said. "I'm glad you like it. Now, with
the colours in that furniture, let's see if we can
find a nice rug to put under it. He had already
captured the attention of the store manager, who
followed dutifully behind him wherever he moved. A
huge rug, with a subdued design was selected. Then
they moved on to the televisions. After looking for a
couple of moments at the selection offered, he
identified one to the store manager. From a nearby
rack, he picked out a stereo system and then turned
towards the bedding displayed off to one side of the
store. He had become like the engine of a train, the
store manager, Candice and Linda all following behind
him wherever he led them.
From the bedding section he selected a double bed, and
ordered two of them, each one including the matching
side tables, and headboard. From the additional
pieces on display, he selected a wardrobe, a dresser
and a vanity table, complete with matching stool, and
backed with three mirrors, two of them pivoting. Then
he told the manager two of the wardrobes and two
dressers. "Now, if you could total the cost of the
items I have selected, and then tell me how soon they
could be delivered, I would appreciate it," he said to
the store manager.
When he noticed, Candice and Linda were off to one
side, seemingly in a heated debate of some kind. He
went over to them, asking if he could join in on their
conversation.
"We can't allow you to spend so much on us, even
though we call you Dad," said Candice. "It would take
us years and years to earn enough to pay for all these
things."
"Sit down, Candice," instructed Bruce, pointing to a
bed that was on display. "Now I want you to listen to
me carefully, without any interruption. Okay?" She
nodded her agreement. "You may not be able to afford
these things, but they are not big things to me."
When he noticed the store manager coming towards him,
he held up his hand, indicating he wanted some privacy
for a few minutes. He turned back the way he had
come. "From what I have learned about you, you have
been dealt a raw deal in life, and yet are not
deserving of it at all. Look at the fine job you have
done in raising your daughter. She is an absolute
delight to know, and so polite!"
"Now I am able to do a few things to make your life a
little better, and in return, you are going to help me
take care of my place, and maybe even me if I get too
old and frail to care for myself. Hopefully that
won't happen for a few years, but it will happen one
day. In the meanwhile, I have the opportunity of to
enjoy your companionship, and I do enjoy being with
you. Please allow me to try and make your life a
little better than it has been, for you deserve a
better life!"
"Are you happy with the things I have chosen for your
new home?" he asked. She nodded affirmatively.
"Are you happy with coming to live at my home?" he
asked. Again, she nodded affirmatively.
"Are there any other things in the way of furniture
you would need?" This time in was a negative.
"Then let's get finished here, for we still have some
more shopping to do!" he concluded.
When he looked, the store manager was standing off a
way to one side. Seeing that the conversation was
over, he now approached. "Here is your bill, sir!
You will notice I gave you a discount, as much as I am
allowed to give. This is the final total down here.
Bruce looked over the bill, ensuring every item he had
selected was on the list, and then passed the store
manager his bank card.
"This is a debit card, sir, out of your account. Did
you mean to pass me this or a credit card?"
"That is the right card," he replied. "Where would
you go to get a broad selection of women's and girl's
clothing?" he asked.
"There is a new location just down the plaza a little
way. I was quite impressed with their offering," he
suggested.
"Thank you, now when could you have my order delivered
to my house?" he asked. The location of his house was
identified, and the promise was made for delivery
immediately following lunch. Bruce asked him to hold
off on that, and if there was any way it could be
delivered after four that afternoon. That was how it
was arranged.
As they left the store, they turned in the suggested
direction, and stopped almost immediately. They were
led by Bruce into the next store, where he purchased
two cellular telephones, one for each of them. Then
they were off to the clothing store that had recently
opened.
Inside the store, Bruce asked to speak to the store
manager or owner, and found that it was the manager
that had approached him. "May we step outside for
just one minute?" asked Bruce. They left the store
and stood just outside. "I am asking for your
assistance with an area in which I am not comfortable.
My two young ladies in there need an entire wardrobe,
undergarments on out, and including casual clothes,
dress clothes, bed clothes, and swimming attire.
Start with the presumption that they only have what
you see them wearing, and outfit them properly,
including sufficient to supply them for about a week.
Now you might find them reluctant customers, afraid to
spend too much money. If that happens, you find what
will fit them, picking the things they like as much as
you can. When you have everything assembled, I will
trust that you will be fair with me, as they will
definitely need more than what they get today. Repeat
business will be based on your fairness with me, for
all I want to know is the total for everything,
including all taxes and discounts, etc. Okay?"
"May I ask a question, sir?" He nodded. "They are
not yours, obviously, but you have decided to help
them. Is that correct?" Again he nodded. "Then I do
need to ask another question, and that is your name,
sir?"
"Bruce Burns," he replied.
"Mr. Bruce Burns, I thank you for the business, and I
will do my utmost best to take care of their needs and
preferences. For my part, it is an honour to help
somebody like yourself, and I will try and earn your
repeat business. Thank you again!"
"Now I have one more request," he stated. "May I have
a chair to sit in while this all takes place?"
"The best in the house, sir! Come on into the store
where it is a little cooler than out here." She went
straight into her office, pulled her own chair out
from behind the desk and brought it around to a
practical location in the store and invited him to
sit, which he did.
Time after time, one of the girls would show up,
asking if he liked what they had on, or would bring
two items and asked which one he preferred. Usually
he picked one that was his preference, but when he
could not decide between two dresses for Linda, he
said, "We'll take both of them!" By the time
everything was selected and assembled, the bill
presented and paid for on his debit card, it was
almost time for lunch. Before that, however, they had
one additional stop to make.
The last stop for the shopping spree was the pharmacy
super store that sold a lot more than medications.
There, they filled a shopping cart with all the
different things ladies were likely to use for make
up, facial and body care, hair care, etc. It was a
full cart that rolled up to the cashier, and they now
had the attention of the majority of the store staff
as they marveled at getting the day's sales quota from
one customer. When their selections had been paid for
and parceled for them, two of the security staff for
the store took up the parcels, and asked for
directions to his car. He led them to it, and loaded
them inside. Before he could go to the ladies
clothing store, he saw two of the store staff coming
towards the car, pushing a platform cart, loaded with
their purchases. These too were placed in the car,
overflowing the back of his station wagon and having
some fill one side of the back seat.
"Alright, ladies, I do believe it is time for some
lunch!" he said.
"Just a moment, Mr. Burns," said a security guard.
"This is too much of a temptation for some one to
break into your car. Would you mind driving it around
beside the pharmacy, for there is a place in the shade
you can park, and I will watch it for you until you
finish your other business."
"We will watch it together for you, Mr. Burns, said
the security guard for the clothing store. That is at
the request of the store manageress, and my personal
choice. When somebody is so good to another, we don't
want to loose that kind of goodness!"
The car was moved, and left under the guard of the two
security personnel from different companies. Now they
could take care of their bellies, taking advantage of
the local fast food outlet located there. About
forty-five minutes later, they returned to the car,
the security guards each received a tip for their
services, and they were on the way home.
Unloading and Setup
When Bruce drove up to his gate, there was a truck
parked outside. Checking it, he found out it was from
the furniture store, and they had been instructed to
await his return, and then deliver the goods. There
were also being paid extra to set up the things to his
satisfaction. Bruce was definitely pleased. "Please
go up the drive ahead of me, and back your loading
door up to the garage entrance, for the things would
be going in that way," he instructed the driver.
Returning to his car, he opened the gate, and followed
the truck up to the house, gave the driver room to
maneuver the truck and then parked out of the way
along side of the vehicle.
It took nearly an hour to get everything off the truck
and in place in the apartment, for which the drivers
each received an appropriate reward, being instructed
not to tell the store manager about the extra they had
earned. They were quite grateful and pleased that
they had genuinely tried to be helpful. When the
truck finally left, Bruce backed his car into the
garage and closed the door ready to start unloading
the other things they had purchased. They did not get
finished by supper time, and there was still quite a
bit left for the girls to do when he finally decided
he had done enough.
Dinner Is Served
Leaving the girls to do what remained, Bruce got on
his telephone to his favourite Chinese restaurant and
placed an order for delivery. It arrived some forty
minutes later, in the personal care of the owner of
the restaurant, for Mr. Burns was well known to them.
The food was brought into the kitchen, and set on the
counter.
"I believe you must have guests, Mr. Burns," said the
China man. "Would they be here already or are you
still expecting them to arrive?"
"They are here now, Mr. Wong," he answered.
"Well, if you will call them, then I will serve the
dinner for you!" he was told. Bruce tried to argue,
but to no avail, and soon went to collect the girls
from their apartment.
Upon entering, the China man bowed to them, and they
were directed to sit at the table. Then he dished up
the meal on the plates that Mr. Burns had brought out,
and they proceeded to eat another fine meal of Chinese
cuisine. Mr. Wong thanked Mr. Burns for his continued
business and left as soon as everyone was served.
"Don't you have to let him out the gate, Dad?" asked
Linda.
"No, darling," he replied, "there are electric eyes on
the driveway down that cause the gate to open, and
another pair that closes the gate as soon as the
vehicle is through."
Declarations
"Do you have any magic eyes in here that can see how
much we have come to love you?" asked Candice. He
smiled his reply.
"Just for the record, Mr. Bruce Burns, it is not
because you have spent so much money on us, nor been
so kind to us. It is because we can see the kind of
wonderful man you are, and how much you care for other
people. That you happen to like us, and are so good
to us is a matter of coincidence, for which we are
both truly grateful. Should you not have seen Linda
at the corner store on that particular day, we would
still be living without enough food, little in the way
of furniture, and no entertainment whatsoever. Now we
are living in the lap of luxury, and are in the home
of a man we can really care about and appreciate. I
didn't think there was anyone in this world like you,
until we met you."
"Just for the record Ms. Candice Grey, I believe I
fell in love with you before you even spoke after
climbing the hill up to my house. It is a privilege
to be with such beauty, not only your beautiful body,
but an even more beautiful mind."
"Now as for Linda, I fell in love with her at the
corner store. My first glance at her face was all it
took, and my heart was hers to do with as she wished.
Now her face can grace my television screen any time I
want it, and she is here in my home to grace it with
her presence."
"If either of you think you are getting the better end
of this deal, you are out of your minds, for I have
the best end of it!" he concluded.
Open Invitation
They were almost finished when Linda said to Bruce,
"Will you come and see how everything looks now that
it is all sorted out? It is really looking so nice,
Daddy, and the vanity table is so great with mirrors
that turn so you can see everywhere."
"When you ladies are finished, I would love to be
allowed to visit and see how it all has come together,
if you will permit me," he replied.
"Why do you say if we will permit you?" asked Candice.
"This is your home, and it is your right to go
anywhere you want in it."
"You are wrong there, Candice," he said. "This is the
house that I built, but it is more than one home, it
is two. Right now, you have one part of it as your
home, and nobody has the right to violate your home,
myself included. Only if you invite them in, is
anyone allowed in there, and that I would defend in
any and every way necessary."
"Then let me resolve this matter once and for all!"
said Candice. "Mr. Bruce 'Daddy' Burns, you are
hereby invited into our home at any time you wish, day
or night. I have no intention of every using that
special lock you have on the door, and here is one of
the keys you gave us earlier," she said as she placed
it down beside his plate. "If I can be honest, I hope
you might come by and spend some time with us, for it
would make us very happy!"
"Well thank you Candice," he replied. "I have an idea
I just might accept your invitation, especially this
evening, so I can see how you are getting on. Now
that you know what you have here, we can stop by your
other place tomorrow and pick up anything you want or
need from there, and any food you may have stored
there."
The remaining food was organized and placed in the
refrigerator, the dishes collected and put in the
dishwasher, and the kitchen was thereby in good order.
Going through the garage, they all headed for the new
home of the ladies.
As Bruce toured the apartment, he was shown how
everything had been put away, and the beds made with
matching sheets. The vanity table was shown off by
Linda, as she manipulated the mirrors to allow
different views of herself as she sat there. He noted
the absence of a desk for Linda to do her school work
at, and planned to fix that tomorrow. In the living
room, he noticed that the furniture had been placed
too close together, as if they were trying to fit
everything onto the central rug. He pointed this out
to the girls, saying that they should be up to, but
not on the rug. Working together, they moved each
item to its rightful position, making the entire room
seem much bigger.
"May I see how the television works?" asked Bruce.
"Of course, Dad," said Candice. "There is the remote
on the end table, but I'm afraid you will be
disappointed, for it can't get even the two local
stations that most people in the area get." With the
television on, he confirmed that, and then went to
check the back. The cable was not attached to the
wall, a matter he quickly corrected. Then they not
only got the two stations, but were able to tune in to
so many that they could not even count them. Both of
them were delighted.
"Tomorrow, we will go and pick up some pictures to
enhance your bare walls, a desk for Linda's homework,
and some plants to give the room some life." As he
was speaking, he went over and pulled the drapes
closed since night had fallen.
"We tried to find out how to close them earlier, and
they wouldn't budge," said Linda. "Look at how easy
it was!" she declared.
"When you know how, everything becomes easier, Linda.
That is why you must put as much effort into learning
at school, and learn everything you can. It makes
your life so much easier, the more you can learn."
School Review
"Daddy," said Linda, "I have been getting straight
'A's' for the longest time now. Every since the
school feeding program was fixed by you, and I have
been going regular." Drifting off in her thoughts,
she said, almost to herself, "Imagine that! Even
before I met the man, he was helping me to get good
marks at school. Now he is becoming my Dad! Wow!"
"Your comments help me feel sure that the program is
doing well, and is making a difference. It is nice to
hear that from one of the students, rather than all
the ones that try to placate me because I am the one
that is spending a little money."
"Everybody in the area knows you are supporting the
program, so there is little value in trying to pretend
it is a secret any longer," advised Candice. "You can
see the difference it has made for my daughter, and
that is pretty much true of all the students. Did you
know that absentees are down to less than one percent?
And since they must be on time for school, there are
almost never any late arrivals any more. You should
have heard the principle when he told us at the last
PTA meeting. He has never smiled so much before."
"Can you imagine what it would be like if he gets the
grant he is after, Mommy?" asked Linda. "How I would
love to be able to work on a real computer!"
Window On The World
"Would you ladies mind coming with me, please?" asked
Bruce. He led them back into the main house, and
arrived in a section they had not seen before. When
he opened the door to the room he was heading for,
both the girls stopped just inside, their eyes wide
open as they looked at the walls covered with shelves
of books. There was more reading material there than
in the main library in MoBay. In the centre of the
room was an almost round desk, on which there were a
number of computers, one at each chair.
"Both of you ladies are welcome to come in here and
use the computers, except one, for as much time as you
wish, once your work is done. They are all hooked
into the Internet, so you are free to browse the net,
but no sex sights are allowed, Linda. And the other
danger is the chat rooms...they are forbidden! Is that
understood and agreed?"
"Of course, Daddy," said Linda. "I really don't know
what you are talking about, but if you say I'm not to
do something, then I won't. You must have a reason
for anything you decide."
"The one computer you are not to get on is this one,
for it is mine exclusively. I want it to be available
any and every time I need it, for it is my usual play
thing, research tool and a whole lot more. There is
one final thing I guess I need to mention. I prize
books as being something very valuable, and they
deserve respect. Please handle the books carefully,
and put no marks in them that the publisher didn't put
in there. No dog ears, or crumpled corners, no
folding corners as bookmarks, and always back in the
right place. If you are not sure where it came from,
leave it out and I will put it back."
"We promise to treat the books as well as you do,
Dad!" said Candice.
"You make me realize that you haven't even seen all
the house yet," he observed. "Tomorrow we will do a
tour of the house, for I think you will have a couple
of surprises in store for you. But right now, can we
go back to sitting down for a quiet evening together?
I was really enjoying it!"
Shared Evening
They returned to the apartment and he ended up sitting
in the easy chair. Almost immediately, Linda was
there, crowding in beside him, and cuddling up to his
chest. Leaning over, he planted a kiss on her
forehead, and rested his hand on her hips. With his
other hand, he took up the remote control, turned on
the television, and selected his favourite channel.
After puttering around for a few minutes, Candice came
to the near end of the chesterfield, and sat down to
watch the television. When Bruce offered her the
remote control, she declined and left it with him.
"I want you to get ready for bed, Linda," said her mom
when the program ended. "If you are fast enough, you
may come back for a little longer before your
bedtime."
"Okay, Mom," said Linda as she got up from her place.
"I'm coming back, Daddy!" she declared.
True to her word, she did return just a few minutes
later. She was wearing a new nightgown, that was
shorter than what Bruce would have sanctioned, but
that would have been up to her mother to approve or
disapprove. Once again, she slipped into the small
space beside her Daddy, and he returned his hand to
resting on her hip. Linda looked up into his face,
pushed herself up enough to plant a kiss on his cheek,
and then slid back down to where she had been resting.
This movement, however, created a problem as her
nightgown had not slid down as she did, and now her
lower abdominal area was exposed, and she did not have
on any panties.
"Fix your nightgown, Linda," instructed Bruce.
"It's okay, Daddy," she replied. "I'm sitting with my
Mommy and my Daddy and nobody else. It doesn't
matter!" Bruce looked over at Candice, and she smiled
and shrugged her shoulders, mouthing the words, 'leave
her'. He did not pursue the matter any further, and
rested his hand back just a little higher than he was
before so that it would not be touching her bare skin.
They sat there for the next half an hour, watching the
next show, about some cute animals and their plight to
survive in Australia. Bruce half watched the show and
spent several periods of time looking at her exposed
vulva.
"Bedtime, Linda!" said her mom as the show finished.
"Kiss Daddy goodnight and off you go."
Getting up, Linda leaned over and kissed him on the
lips, and then said, "Good night, Daddy! I love you!"
"Goodnight, Linda!" he replied. "I love you, too!"
Linda then went over and kissed her mother on her
lips, and exchanged goodnights with her. Then she was
off to her bed. Bruce turned to Candice, and said,
"It is time I should leave you and let you get to your
bed as well."
"Please stay just a little while longer, Dad?" she
asked. "I never got my chance to cuddle up with you,
and that would only be fair since you spent so long
with Linda!"
"If you think I am going to pass up the opportunity to
sit with you like she was, then you have the wrong
guy," he said. "But there is not enough room on this
chair to hold both of us, so how about I move over to
the chesterfield?"
"That's a good idea, but if you will excuse me just
for a few moments, I have something I need to do
first," said Candice.
Revealing Development
She headed off into the bedroom, and Bruce went over
to the chesterfield, and then started looking for
other shows that might interest Candice more than what
he had on before. He found one that looked promising,
and set the remote down, looked up and saw Candice.
She had come out of the bedroom wearing a negligee
that left little to the imagination. Casually, she
walked over to beside him, and sat down, leaning up
against him.
"You are certainly one very beautiful young woman,
Candice," he said to her as he wrapped his arm around
her, his hand on her slim waist.
"Well thank you sir," she replied looking up into his
eyes. "I'm glad my appearance pleases you!"
"It has been a long time since I've seen so much of a
woman. You are a temptation, and very hard to
resist!"
"Then don't resist, for you are welcome to enjoy it,"
she declared.
"You need to keep yourself for some young man that can
satisfy your needs, not an old man, more than twice
your age."
"Now see here," she said as she sat up, revealing her
breasts to him again. "I've never found any young
man, or any man for that matter that is anything like
you, and you are the type of man I want to be with,
and happy to have whatever you can spare for me. The
last time I had sex, the only time I had sex was when
I was raped, and got pregnant with Linda. Nobody else
has ever interested me until you came along." She
leaned back over to him, and stretched herself out
against his side, her breast coming to rest upon the
soft part belly part of his waist.
"You have never had sex since you were, what, twelve
years old?" he said in surprise.
"Eleven actually when it happened. Twelve when Linda
was born. For the longest time, I was afraid of sex,
but more just not interested in the efforts I received
from the few guys that showed any interest in me. Now
I am not so afraid of sex, for I know there must be
something good in it, and I am hoping you will become
my teacher."
"You are actually lying there, totally exposed to my
sight, and offering to have sex with me! That is
quite a commitment, Candice. You are quite a good
looking woman, but very young. I think I would feel
guilty if I took advantage of you!"
"Then feel guilty, for I am determined to seduce you
if I can." Getting up, she said, "This is not totally
exposed, but this is!" she said as the negligee came
off. She stood before him, completely naked, offering
her body to his gratification.
"I don't have a single condom I could use, Candice,"
he told her.
Sitting down beside him, she said, "I was checked a
few years ago, and I did not have any illness
including Aids. It happens to be a time of month when
I am not likely to get pregnant, and I don't think I
would mind if I did. I would happily carry a child
for you! Please take a chance on me?"
Accepted Invitation
Reaching out, he put his hands on her shoulders, and
pulled her to him, placing a kiss on her lips when she
was close enough. She returned the kiss, and he used
his mouth to open hers, kissing her openly and
passionately with his lips and his tongue, a technique
that she learned quickly and then responded to. Bruce
reached out and took one of her breasts in his hand,
and began feeling it, kneading it gently. She placed
her hand over the bulge in his pants, lifted the pants
enough to allow it to move up against his belly, and
then placed her hand over it, wrapping around it as
far as the pants allowed.
Bruce got up from beside Candice, and gently guided
her to lay back on the chesterfield. Looking at her
breasts, he leaned over and kissed first one and then
the other on the nipples. They were not particularly
large, and smaller breasts were his preference. He
attempted to put his mouth over one, but found it a
little too large to fit in, but was able to get a
portion of it inside his mouth. When he used the back
of his tongue to rub the nipple, she groaned from the
sensation it produced in her. Then he claimed the
other breast in the same way.
Sliding his lips down from her breasts, he moved them
over her belly button, and on down to the top of her
pubic hair, planting kiss after kiss on her soft
belly. Moving on, he bypassed the crop of hair and
moved on to her upper thighs, kissing them as close to
the inside as he could reach. When she raised her
knee, he then began kissing the inside of her thigh,
causing her to moan out with every kiss. Gently he
moved her knees apart, opening her crotch to his sight
and touch. Leaning over, he used his mouth to push
the hairs apart enough to plant a kiss on the folds of
her vulva. This time the groan was even louder.
Staying on his knees, he continued kissing her vulva,
pushing the lips aside to reach her clitoris, and take
it into his mouth. After a few moments of him playing
with it between his lips, she reached a sexual climax,
accompanied by some much louder groans. He could see
the opening to her vagina widen as he continued to
play with her between her legs, and finally placed his
mouth over the opening for a few kisses, and then the
insertion of his tongue into her vagina. Now the
groaning became almost constant.
Abandoning her, he stood up and removed his clothes
under her watchful eyes. As soon as he was naked, he
stretched out over her naked body, positioned his
penis at the opening between her legs, and began
pressing it inside her. When she tried to press down
on him, he began to pump in and out of her, again
causing her to groan. She soon reached another
climax.
Still inside her, he continued to pump, while he began
kissing her on her willing mouth. They continued at
that for a couple of minutes, and then both of them
climaxed, his juices shooting up inside her vagina.
They remained together for quite a few minutes,
kissing and touching each other, primarily about the
face of each other, but Linda did rub his back some.
Their eyes and touches were their only communication
for all that time.
When Bruce finally got up, Candice lay there a moment
and then got up to stand beside him. "Since you were
my teacher, thank you for teaching me how wonderful
sex can be. It was far better than anything I
imagined it would be, and it was so good, that I want
you to do it again, right now! Sorry about getting
carried away with it, but it felt So Damn Good!"
"You may content yourself with the knowledge that I
have every intention of fucking you again before we
say goodnight!" he said as he pulled her naked body
against his. "But I need to recover for a little bit
first! May I beg a cup of tea?"
"Of course, Dad!" said Candice as she became serious.
"I don't have any tea bags here, so I will get one
from your kitchen, and be right back. Would it be too
brazen to go like this?" she asked holding her arms
apart to display her nakedness.
"We are alone except for a sleeping child, between
times of having sex, in the privacy of our home. Of
course you may go like that, or get your robe if you
are more comfortable with it on. If you wear it, then
it comes off the second you return, for I intend to
stare at your sweet body until I have taken you once
again. You are so sexy and delightfully young!" That
made Candice decide to remain naked, as she left
through the garage, into the kitchen and then back
with the tea bags, cups, sugar, spoons and kettle
needed to prepare his tea.
"I see I forgot to stock the kitchen!" he said as he
followed her to the kitchen. He had said he wanted to
look at her, and that is what he was doing. As soon
as the tea was prepared with a cup for each of them,
Candice returned to the living room and set them down
on the new coffee table. Then she asked Bruce to
excuse her for a moment, and headed into the bedroom.
Only moments later, she returned and came straight
over to him, taking his hand.
Overview
"Come look on your little girl, Daddy!" she said.
With her hand in his, she guided him into the bedroom,
and walked over to Linda's bed. She was laying there
one leg drawn up, halfway between being on her belly,
and her side, but with the nightgown drawn up over her
waist, leaving her bum and crotch completely exposed.
"That's your little girl, Daddy!" she whispered.
"Isn't she sweet when she is asleep?"
"You called me into a twelve year old's bedroom," he
whispered to her, "to show me how sweet she is when
she is laying there exposed like that? I'm not
supposed to see her like this, no matter how sweet and
innocent she looks."
"She doesn't know you are looking at her, Daddy, and
from the looks of this," as she took hold of his
erection, "you don't mind seeing her either. Enjoy
the view, and then come and make love to me," she
said.
When they returned to the living room, and normal
levels of speech, he said, "Candice, that was not
right. You actually showed off the private parts of
your own daughter to an old man. Of course such sweet
innocence is sexy, and I couldn't help reacting to it,
but that is like I violated her privacy!"
"You are not just an old man, you are becoming like
her father. She has already shown you clearly that
she does not mind if you see her, and I have shown you
that I don't mind if you see her. You have shown that
you respond to what you see, and that is only natural.
I would leave her alone with you at any time for I
know you would only do what is right."
"How can you say all that, as nice as it is, when I
have just had sex with you, a girl less than half of
my age, and been turned on by a girl that is half your
age again, or only one-quarter of my age?"
"I guess that is what happens when you trust the one
you love, for I love you with all my heart, and want
no secrets or anything hidden from you. For some
reason, I include my daughter in that."
"But she had the right of privacy, and protection of
that privacy when she is asleep, especially in her own
home where it falls on me to protect her, even from
myself!"
"Well trust me, Dad, for she has no desire to be
protected from you. I'm sure she will be glad of the
protection for her, except when it comes to yourself.
When it comes to you, she is going to explore her own
sexuality, especially as it is now developing with
puberty, and there is no better man in the world to
explore it with than you."
"The way you talk, it is almost as if it wouldn't
matter if I had sex with her," he observed.
"I am hoping you will be the one to teach her what sex
is and how it is done and feels, for I want her to
learn the way you are teaching me tonight, not as I
learned thirteen years ago," declared Candice.
Under The Stars
"I think that discussion should be left for a
different day and time, but right now, you are here,
naked and very sexy, and I wish to take advantage of
you and penetrate your body once again."
"Where would you like to do it, sir?" she asked.
"Outside in the moonlight," he answered having had an
inspirational thought. "Get a blanket, and let's go!"
Candice got out a blanket, still in its original store
packaging, and followed him outside through the
garage. He had to override the system to keep the
lights off.
It was close to a full moon, and quite bright outside
in the wash of the moonlight. Bruce had grabbed a
foam pad used to work under the car when it was
needed, and placed it on the lawn. Candice threw the
blanket over it, and then lay down upon it. Bruce
stood over her, looking at her delightful form, and
feeling slightly guilty about having sex with such a
young girl. She was available and wanting it, just as
he wanted it, so he got over her and they made love
again. When they were done, they lay side by side,
and looked at the heavens above their heads. The moon
was still there, but would soon be below the horizon,
and the stars would take over their domain of the sky.
"Do you ever think about other life out there?" she
asked.
"All the time," he replied. "Every time I see the
stars, and the Milky Way, I can't help but wonder who
are our neighbours, and how far away do they live."
"I've heard about the Milky Way before, but have never
known what it was or meant. Can you tell me?"
"If we just lay here for another little while, the
moon will go below the horizon, and then I believe I
will be able to show it to you."
"May I kiss you while we are waiting?" she asked. She
did not wait for an answer, but began kissing his
mouth, and then turned to kiss his penis, taking it
into her mouth and pulling on the softness of it. It
didn't take long to come up, and they made love for
the third time.
When they were done, the moon had gone down and he
showed her the Milky Way. Indeed, they found the sky
so interesting, that they remained there talking about
the wonder of it all for a long time. When Bruce
realized that Candice was nearly asleep and he was
closer than he expected, he roused himself and his
lady, and they gathered up the blanket and pad,
returning them inside. Bruce said goodnight to
Candice at the entrance to the bedroom, electing not
to go in, and she climbed in bed alone. He could see
that Linda was in a different position, but still
exposed to his view even from the doorway.
Gathering up his clothes from the living room, he left
the apartment, and returned to his own portion of the
house. Going through his garage, and then the
kitchen, he went and on until he finally found his
bed, allowed himself to fall onto it, and fall asleep
where he would remain until the dawn light.
Changed Relationships
Candice made it up first, got dressed and headed for
the kitchen, for she wanted to do that which she had
come to do, take care of a man and his home. As she
worked, she couldn't help but think about the man she
had been with, and how she wanted to be there again.
Her desire was that she would be there at least for
the rest of his life.
Linda arrived to assist her with the last of the
breakfast preparations, curious to find out how things
had gone between her Mom and her Dad. All Mom would
say was that everything was just fine, and give her
something more to do towards the breakfast.
Dad was the last to arrive, and seemed to have a very
business like look about him, and the way he acted.
While he did say good morning to both of them, he
seemed to be a little distant from what he was last
night. Only when they were sitting at the table, and
had eaten most of the breakfast Candice had prepared,
did he finally say something, a something that sent
chills down Linda's spine.
"I'm sorry to have to tell you it will be necessary
for you to move again, for it would not be appropriate
for you to stay in that apartment." He sounded so
officious that even Candice turned to look at him.
Thinking of how it would feel if he ever said that and
meant for them to leave altogether, sent a wave of
cold dread coursing through her body. Linda was
frozen, not even chewing the food that was in her
mouth, the colour drained out of her face.
"Do you have any idea how far it is from your
apartment to my bedroom? You just can't expect me to
wait that long if I get excited and want a little sex,
now could you?" When Linda looked over at her mother,
she was smiling, and then again so was Daddy. Then
the words began to sink in, and the fear that Mommy
might have done something to mess up things was gone.
Indeed, she had done well.
"I suppose I will need to make changes in one of the
bedrooms near mine to accommodate that sweet, and sexy
girl called Linda. I'll probably have to buy her a
few longer nightgowns, as well."
"So how close do you plan on having me, Dad?" asked
Candice.
"Hopefully close enough to feel your sweet butt as you
bore a hole in my chest with your breast," he replied.
"In your bed?" she asked as she turned to completely
face him.
"I sure hope so," he confirmed. "That was too good to
not repeat it as often as this old man can manage!"
"That was no old man in my last night," she declared.
"What a lover you are...so full of passion, tenderness,
sexuality, and everything a girl could ever want, all
rolled up into one kind, generous, caring man with a
sense of humour, and the greatest pair of arms to be
in."
"You're going to have to introduce me to this guy, for
it doesn't sound like anybody I know," he said to his
lady.
"Okay, one day I will introduce you to him. If you
are just the least bit hungry, you had better stop
seducing me, for I want you right now!"
"Oh, oh!" he responded. "For Linda's sake I'll stop
now, but work at it later!"
"Promise?" she asked, kissing him on his lips lightly.
"Written guarantee, if that would please you!" he
assured her.
"No," she countered. "Try just shoving it deep inside
me! That's enough for me!"
"Linda certainly has been getting an earful this
morning," he noted.
"Yes, she has," agreed Candy. "I guess she will be
rather jealous by now. Why don't you give her a bit
of a cuddle as an appetizer?" she suggested.
"I can't!" he exclaimed. "If I did that, I would
likely end up with a handful of her bare butt!"
"So?" she asked. "It's soft, smooth, round, and sexy.
What's wrong with that?"
"Listen to your mother offering your bare butt to me,"
he said to Linda.
"I just love her for that!" exclaimed Linda. "It's
ready for you when you are ready for it!"
"And what makes either of you think I will have any
interest in a twelve year old bum?" he asked.
"If you're not, then I will cry myself to sleep for
the rest of my life!" declared Linda.
"When you looked at her bare butt last night, you had
an interest that was obvious," stated Candy.
"He looked at me last night?" she asked, turning to
her mother with wide eyes.
"You put on a nice show for him last night, lifting
your leg to give us a real good look," she confirmed
to her daughter. "When I called Daddy to take a look,
he certainly had a big bump in the front of his pants
as he tried to pretend he wasn't interested."
"Oh, that's so exciting!" declared Linda. "I wish I
had been awake to know while he looked!"
"So take off your nightgown and give him a look at all
of you," suggested her mother. Once the surprise of
the suggestion wore off, the gown came off, and she
stood there naked before him.
"Do you like how I look, Daddy?" she asked, just a
little of her shyness showing through.
"You bet I do," he assured her. "You are one very
pretty girl, and now, more than ever, I can see the
image of the woman I married years ago. Now, I can
see I have two of the prettiest girls around, and feel
very lucky indeed."
Candy came over to him, pulling Linda even closer to
him as she came up close. "We both love you, Daddy.
We know you see your wife in Linda's face, and that is
good. Anything you want from us is here for you to
help you feel happy again."
"My dear Candice," he started, "I can see my wife in
both of you now, and you are both very beautiful.
With the same build I appreciate in a girl, the same
facial characteristics, but more important, I also see
two girls, both willing to share themselves with me.
I couldn't be luckier than this!"
"What does this mean, Daddy?" interrupted Linda. "Are
we going to really live with you?"
"Yes, darling, we are all going to live together as
one family, Mommy sharing our bed with each other, and
you very close by in the next room. Together we will
try to make a happy life for all of us!"
"That sounds so wonderful, Daddy," declared Linda.
"So you don't mind me being like this?" she asked,
referring to her nudity.
"Well, that is a privileged extra it would seem," he
responded. "I don't believe I should be seeing you
naked all the time though."
"But if this is to be our home, and it's just Mommy,
you and me here, then it can't be so bad, can it?" she
questioned.
"Actually it is very nice, and I must admit, quite
enjoyable to see, but you must understand that it is
not a generally acceptable thing to display your body
like that."
"Even when we are likely to become lovers?" she
countered.
"I'm not so sure that will happen darling," he told
her.
"Daddy thinks you are too young, Linda," explained
Candy.
"Not so much too young, but too young for an old man
to take advantage of," he corrected.
"Now, Bruce," said Candice. "How old were you the
first time you had sex with a girl?"
"About fourteen, as I recall," he admitted.
"How old was your girl?" she persisted.
"I think she was about twelve," he admitted, realizing
where this was going. "That was the same girl that
became my wife several years later."
"Was she too young?" asked Candy.
"When I think back on it, probably she was," he
admitted. "It was nice though, and lasted for years
and years."
"And along the way, you not only found out how nice it
was, but learned all the techniques to make it
wonderful for her. You showed me some of your skills
yesterday," she declared. "Would you deprive Linda of
such a good chance to learn from such a loving man?"
"I give up," he declared. "Not immediately, for I
need time to get used to the idea, but I guess you and
I will be making love, Linda."
"Thank you, Daddy," she declared. "I know it will be
the best way for me, and I hope it is as nice as what
I've heard." Coming over to him, she wrapped herself
to him, and accepted his arms about her, including one
hand on her bum. "It feels so nice when you hold me
like this, Daddy!"
"It's pretty wonderful to me too, darling," he assured
her. "My little princess!"
"Don't forget me," suggested Candice. "Seeing you two
like that makes me feel pretty wonderful, almost as if
it was me being cuddled."
"I haven't forgotten you, darling," he declared. "As
a matter of fact, I was just thinking of us going
upstairs and making love. Linda might even do well by
seeing the actual thing, and knowing something more
about what happens at the time."
"Please come and get me then, Daddy, for I just came
as you spoke!" she declared. Her expression showed
clearly that she was feeling it at that moments.
"Interested in watching Mommy and me make love,
darling?" he asked the youngster in his arms.
"Oh, Daddy! You've got to know how great that would
be. Thank you, and I love you!"
Taking Linda up to sit on his one arm, he took Candy's
hand, led them up to his room, and with a witness,
made long, passionate love to Candy, lasting well over
an hour. Linda did learn from watching, and was much
more prepared to accept him when it came time to do it
with him.
Nearly a week passed by, and still Linda remained a
virgin. Bruce had done a little playing with her
during that time, and she had been able to experience
several climaxes during those times. Indeed, she
actively sought his touch, for she was getting to
enjoy the sexual arousal that came from those times.
She had also witnessed her mother being penetrated by
him almost on a daily basis, sometimes even more than
once in any given day. Evenings had become a time of
nudity for her, and she never hesitated to strip off
whatever she was wearing for the slightest
provocation.
This particular evening, she was stretched out naked,
front up across his lap. He had spent time fondling
her breasts, although he had not sucked on them as he
had on many other occasions. Most of his attention
was centred between her well spread legs, and her
third climax had been experience a few moments ago,
and she had now regained her composure. She still
remained stimulated when he picked her up, took her
mother's hand, and led them upstairs. Linda fully
expected to be able to suck on his cock once more
before he penetrated his mother, and finished the
session inside her. At least she didn't have to
return to her own bed these last couple of nights, and
remained sleeping with them in their very large bed.
Instead of his having her mother get on the bed and
open her legs for him to lick and kiss her vulva, this
time he had Linda get in the position. Not for the
first time, he used his lips and tongue to bring her
to yet another climax, something she was ecstatic
about. When she did open her eyes, it was in response
to the sensation of something bigger than normal
entering her vagina. He was over top of her, and his
penis had entered the lower part of her opening.
"Thank you, Daddy!" she exclaimed. "This is even
better than any other time!"
Upon saying that, Linda winced, for he was pressing
down even deeper into her, and from inside she felt a
burning. He went in all the way!
"You're not a virgin any more, sweetheart," he told
her. "Tell me when the hurt stops."
"It's still burning, Daddy," she told him, "but it
feels so full down there, just like it is a missing
part come back. I don't know how to explain it to
you, but it is nice."
"You are a woman now, my little princess," he said
reassuringly. "This is the natural place for a man's
penis to be, and it makes you feel complete."
"That's it, Daddy," she declared. "I think the
burning is almost gone now."
When Bruce pulled back, she felt the loss of it from
where it felt good, but when it went back in, it was
wonderful, and almost totally without pain. The next
time he pulled back and then in again, she could not
hide the satisfaction it brought her, and cried out
just as her mother did when she was getting it in her.
"Isn't it wonderful?" asked her mother from close
beside her. "Daddy is doing it nicely in you."
"Oh, Mommy, it is the greatest feeling I've ever had!
I'm a woman! Daddy said so!"
"You are still my baby, but yes, darling, you are a
woman now!" she responded.
For several minutes, Bruce pumped his penis in and out
of his naked twelve year old he had played with so
many times. He knew the taste of her juices that now
smoothed his way into her body, and allowed him to
pump her with only satisfaction coming from his
actions. She knew this was the first, but far from
the last time she would experience the thrill of sex
with the man she now called Daddy.