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CARLSON SERIES by HAWK: REBECA, SANDRA, and PAUL'S STORY 
                         REBECA, SANDRA, and PAUL'S STORY
                                       by
                                    R. Hawk

 
   "Rebeca!" I nearly screamed when I saw her face.  I hadn't
seen hide nor hair of her in almost ten years.
   "Hi Sandra."
   "What are you doing here?"
   "Well, I was just in the neighbourhood and...."
   "Yeah right.  Come in, come in!  Laura come see who's here!"
   "I don't mean to interrupt anything."
   "Rebeca, right?" Laura asked seeing the shine in my face.
   "It's no trouble, come on in.  Paul's not here now.  It's just
us and Paul and Ophelia."
   "Paul and Ophelia?"
   "Those two right there," I said angling her so she could see
into the living room and the couple that were mock mating on the
couch.  "It's actually Paul Jr.  We had him two years after you left
for Regina."
   "So that would make him...."
   "He'll be seven in two days.  So will Ophelia, they were born
a couple of seconds apart.  Come on into the kitchen we were just
about to have a glass of iced tea."
   "And Ophelia is," Rebeca asked sitting down at the kitchen
table like the years had just been shed off.  She looked a little
older, but we all were.
   "My daughter," Laura answered as I got the picture of tea and
three glasses.
   "Have you been in Regina all this time?  How long are you
going to stay?  How have you been?  Are you married?  Do you have
kids?  Have you talked to your parents yet...."
   "Sandra!  Give her a chance to relax for a minute," Laura
laughed pouring the glasses of tea.
   "It's all right, I'm just as curious about what's happened to
you's," Rebeca replied smiling.
   "So if I can repeat one of my questions," I said watching her
waiting for her to tell me it was all right.
   "Ok," she replied smiling.
   "How long are you staying?"
	"Oh, I don't know...I haven't figured that out yet."
   "Do you have a place to stay?"
   "Well, I haven't figured that out yet either."
   "Are you going to stay with your parents?"
   "My...parents were killed in an...auto accident five years ago
Sandra.  They were hit by a drunk driver."
   "Oh god I'm sorry.  I didn't realize."
   "It's all right."
   "Then why don't you stay here with Paul and me?  I don't think
he'll mind letting you stay.  It'll be just like old times."
   "Well, I don't want to put you out."
   "It's all right, we'll just put Howie and Paul in one room
together."
   "Howie?"
   "Our second son, here wait a minute and I'll go get some
holo's for you to look at."
   "That's all right Sandra, you can just tell me."
   "Nonsense.  Besides, I like going through them.  Laura can
testify to that."
   "She does," Laura added chuckling.  "If you let her she'll
keep you busy all night!"
   "Then really Sandra, it's all right."
   "We'll do it later then," I said sitting back down on the
chair.
   "So how many kids do you have?"
   "Well, right now I've got five.  Paul Jr., Howard...I like to
call him Howie...he hates it," I said in a conspiratory whisper.
"Then there's Sandi, Anita, and John."
   "You've certainly been busy.  What about you," she asked
looking at Laura.
   "Well, there's Ophelia, Melanie, and Brad Jr."
   "Angela and Clark have Cynthia, Edward, Ian, Henry, and Clark
Jr."
   "So Angela and Clark got married?"
   "Yes.  Plus we've got a brother and two sisters that you
haven't met."
   "You're fathers still having kids!"
   "Yep, just the three so far.  Plus he got married again, did
you know about that?"
   "No.  When did he do that?"
   "It was just after Laura and I had Paul and Ophelia."
   "Who'd he marry?"
   "His sister, Jessica."
   "He married his sister!  Oh, sorry I forgot who I was talking
to for a second," she said after we stared at her for a second.
   "So how many babes are hers?"
   "Two, but there harldy baby's.  Dick will be seven in a few
months."
   "Another junior?"
   "Well, we're proud of our hubbies!"
   "I wouldn't doubt it after all those kids!"
   "We're not finished yet," Laura said grinning.
   "And then there's Liza, she's almost five now."
   "So who's the third one."
   "That's Samantha she's close to the same age as Dick.  She's
Daniels."
   "How old is Daniel now?"
   "Well, just between us girls, she's fifty-two."
   "That old?  I thought she was younger than that."
   "Nope.  She's fifty two, she had Sam when she was
fourty-four."
   "Wow."
   "What about you, any kids?"
   "No."
   "Married?"
   "Not anymore.  I was, but it didn't work out."
   "What happened?"
   "I wasn't content with a monogamous relationship.  One day he
came home when he wasn't supposed to and he caught me in bed with
another woman.  I suppose Sandra, that makes the end of my marriage
all your fault."
   "My fault!" I scoffed.  "We weren't so much as sending
holo-mail!"
   "Well, if it hadn't been for you showing me how good it was to
be with another woman, I would have probably been content with just a
man," Rebeca laughed.  "Don't worry I don't blame you, I'm just
kidding."
   "Well, at least you didn't give up on girls," Laura said
grinning.
   "It's kind of sad though that Harry was so up tight about me
being with another woman.  He was a really nice guy, but he was just a
little too traditional to understand.  Tiffany, that was the woman I
was with probably wouldn't have minded if he had of just joined us in
bed.  But he made a big deal out of it...."
   "How long ago was that," Laura asked.
   "Two months ago.  I decided I needed to just get as far away
from him as I could.  Get a fresh start so to speak.  I figured that I
could probably collect my thoughts better in familiar surroundings
though.  So I came here instead of going to an entirely new place."
   "Well, your welcome to stay with me and Paul as long as you
want."
   "Are you sure, I mean, I could probably just as easily get
myself an apartment."
   "I insist!"
   "All right then, but I want to do somethings to earn my keep!"
   "You can help me make meals, sound fair?"
   "And when ever you and Paul want to go out, I'll baby sitt."
   "I don't know about that part.  I don't think you could handle
them.  We'll just leave it as we'll see how they take to you all
right?"
   "There only kids."
   "I know, but there Paul and my kid's."
   "Don't you trust me?"
   "Sure I do Rebeca, but I'm not sure if I trust them with you.
Especially the younger ones.  You wouldn't be able to take much of
their abuse."
   "All right, but if I can't do that I want to do the cleaning
or something else."
   "If you want to, but it's really not necessary."
   "Mom," Paul's voice came from the other room.
   "What is it honey?"
   "Can Ophelia and I have a snack?"
   "Sure," I replied after getting a nod from Laura.  "But I want
you two to meet someone first.  So come here."
   "Ahh do we have to?"
   "Yes.  And if you want a snack you can get it yourself.  Your
old enough Paul!"
   "So are you Ophelia," Laura added.  A second later the two of
them came into the kitchen wearing the same as usual when they were
together.  Nothing.  I think it kind of took Rebeca by surprise
because she stared at them when they came in.  Especially at Paul's
crotch, but then again she wasn't used to seeing them everyday.
   When Paul noticed that she was looking at him he started to
look her over.
   "Paul, don't even think about it!" I told him, jarring
Rebeca's eyes from him as well.  "Paul, Ophelia, this is Rebeca.
Rebeca this Paul, and Ophelia."
   "Hi," Rebeca said a little hoarsely.
   "Your Mom's old friend aren't you," Paul asked.
   "Yes."
   "Can I ask you a question," Paul said surprising everyone at
the table.  The only one that didn't seem to care was Ophelia and she
was making some sandwhiches.
   "Sure."
   "If Mom's as good a lover as everyone says she is, why'd you
leave?"
   "Paul!" I scolded.
   "It's all right Sandra.  I got a job offer in Saskatchewan,
and it was a good opportunity.  Your Mom and I talked about it, and we
both decided together that I should go for it.  So I did."
   "Oh."
   "And your right, your Mom is a good lover.  At least she used
to be."
   "Well, now that your back maybe the two of...."
   "Paul!  Why don't you just help Ophelia make the snack the two
of you want."
   "All right," he moaned glancing over at Ophelia.  Then went
over to help her.  A moment later they both left the kitchen.
   "Sorry," I apologized.
   "Don't worry about it, it's not really that big of a deal.
He's just curious."
   "You think he's bad, you should see John and Anita.  Together
the two of them get into everything, and their only two.  Plus the
fact that they leave their diapers all over the place.  And the places
that I've caught them in....  Well, if your around long enough, you'll
see."
   "Where are they now?"
   "Well the two them and Sandi are supposed to be sleeping, but
there probably mock mating.  They spend most of the day doing it, and
I don't even think their going to be mates.  They both don't really
care who their with as long as their getting some attention."
   "Their your's right," Rebeca asked looking at me.
   "Yep, both of them.  But they're all good kids.  They let me
and Paul have a fair amount of time together and keep themselves
occupied at the same time."
   "Mom!"
   "What now?"
   "Could you come get Howard?  He's bugging us."
   "Howie, could come here please."
   "What?" Howard pouted coming through the kitchen door.
   "What are you doing?"
   "I want to play with Ophelia too!"
   "Howie I think they just want some time together.  Why don't
you come here."
   "I don't want to!"
   "Howie, please.  I want you to meet someone."
   "Who!"
   "Howie, just come here please," I said and grudgingly he came
and climbed up in my lap.
   "Who are you!"
   "This is Rebeca Howie, why don't you say hi, instead of being
so rude.  Rebeca, Howie."
   "Hi, Howie," Rebeca said leaning closer to him.  "How are
you?"
   "Do you want to play with me?"
   "Uh Howie!"
   "Sure."
   "No, she doesn't Howie.  She doesn't know what kind of play
you're talking about."
   "You mean..." Rebeca said looking up at me.
   "Uh-huh.  Unless of course you'd like to go up to his room and
play with him..." I said trying to offer my most innocent smile,
trying to hold him back from grabbing her breast.
   "Well, maybe that's not such a good idea then," Rebeca said
softly looking at Howard.  Who started to pout like you wouldn't
believe.
   "Howie, why don't you go see if Sandi's awake.  Maybe she'll
play with you?"
   "I don't want to play with Sandi," he said looking up at me
then he looked back at Rebeca.  "I want to play with her!"
   "Howie, no you can't!  She's Mommies friend."
   "I wanna play with her!"
   "Later ok Howie," Rebeca whispered to him.
   "Ok," he said happier.
   "Why don't you go play with Sandi now," I said giving him a
little pat towards the door.
   "Ok," he said happily leaving the kitchen.
   "What," Rebeca asked when I looked at her.  "What!" she
repeated and I realized that Laura was wearing the same stunned
expression I was.
   "I can't believe you told him that!" Laura said breaking the
silence first.
   "What, in a few minutes he'll have forgotten what I said."
   "No, he won't," I said shaking my head in disbelief.
   "What do you mean?"
   "Rebeca, Paul and Ophelia remember the first time they
mock-mated."
   "So?"
   "So, that was a few hours after they were born.  They haven't
forgotten a single second since.  They've all got perfect memories."
   "He's going to remember what you said, until you finally do
play with him," Laura added.  Rebeca's face lost all of it's color for
a second.
   "And believe me, he'll remind you," I put in.  Knowing that
when ever we had promised him something he nagged and nagged until we
finally gave it to him.
   "Oh no."
   "Well your just going to have to give him what he wants."
   "What!"
   "But do it on your terms, don't let him come to you with it.
Because if he does it'll probably be when your laying down, and he'll
mock mate with you."
   "WHAT!"
   "Well you told him you'd play with him."
   "But that was only so he wouldn't complain about it."
   "Well, you stepped right into it this time Rebeca," I said
laughing a little.
   "It's not funny!"
   "Look, just have a shower with him tonight."
   "Just make sure it's not a bath," Laura giggled.
   "Rub him a little bit, and he'll consider you paid in full."
   "But...."
   "Don't worry about it...if you really don't want to...I'm sure
he'll understand."
   "In a pig's eye!" Laura said seriously.  "I told him once that
he could have some candy when we went to the store.  It slipped my
mind for about a second, and on the way back home he reminded me that
we'd forgot it, so instead of accepting getting it next time or
getting a treat when we got back to my place, we had to turn the car
around, take half an hour to go back into the mall, find a candy store
and get something.
   "He's the most stubborn kid, I've ever seen in my entire life!
You told him you'd play with him, and he won't let you get away with
doing anything but!  So, enjoy your shower."
   "Maybe I should just stay somewhere else."
   "That won't do anything, he'll remember.  But just remember
the longer you wait the taller he'll get and when you finally do take
him in to the shower he might not be content with just a rub and he'll
be tall enough to do something about it."
   "Or, you could let him mock-mate with you.  I've seen him do
it before, and he's quite...good at it," I said softly trying not to
laugh.  But I wasn't kidding about him being good at it.  When he did
it he put every bit of energy he had into it.
   "Oh god, look at the time!" Laura said after glancing at the
clock.  "OPHELIA, GET READY WE'VE GOT TO GO!"
   "And we better start getting dinner ready," I said looking
across the table at Rebeca.  "That is, unless you want to just get
settled in?"
   "It was nice to see you again Rebeca," Laura said smiling at
her.  "And I hope I'll see you later.  But right now, I'm already late
for starting supper for Brad and he'll be starved."
   "You probably will," Rebeca said standing up.  I think
probably waiting to shake hands with Laura.  But instead Laura gave
her a quick peck on the cheek before heading out of the kitchen.
   "Maybe I should just go find somewhere else to stay..." Rebeca
said.
   "No, you can stay here.  Look don't worry about Howie, I'll
talk to him."
	"Are you sure?"
	"Yep.  You can put your stuff away or you can help with
dinner, what would you like.  If you want to put away your stuff I can
handle dinner."
	"I'll help," she said giving me a little smile.
	"It's nice to have you back Rebeca.  I missed you."
	"I missed you too," she said softly before we hugged each
other.
	"You know, Paul isn't going to be home tonight, if you
want...you can sleep with me tonight."
	"Sandra...."
	"But you probably want to get comfortable and just have a good
night's sleep.  I understand, I'll talk to Howie and Paul about
sharing a bedroom.  And then we'll get...."
	"Sandra...."
	"Your stuff stowed away."
	"Sandra!"
	"What?"
	"Could you stop long enough for me to answer?"
	"Uh-sorry."
	"It's all right," she said moving closer to me and wrapping
her arms around my neck.  "Now are you going to give me a chance to
say yes?"
	I didn't say a word, I just stood there staring into the
depths of her brown eyes.  Then she gently pressed her lips against
mine and gave me a long lite kiss.  "I'd love to," she whispered not
backing away.
	"Just like old times," I whispered running my hands down her
back to rest them at the small of her back.  I'd completely forgotten
how good she felt.

	I awoke to someone tugging at my arm.  I knew it wasn't Sandra
because she never would have been so unpolite, besides she used to
just kiss my lips to wake me up.  And I was sure it wasn't her when I
opened my eyes and saw her still lying naked beside me in bed.
	The night had been entirely dedicated to rediscovering each
other.  And she was as beautiful and sexy as ever, if not more so.
I'd missed how totally and completely we brought each other pleasure.
Each giving the other everything we had to offer of ourselves.
	"What?" I groaned rolling towards the culprit that was
disturbing my sleep.
	"You promised to play with me!" Howie said fiercly, even in a
whisper.
	"Howie!  It's the middle of the night," I complained glancing
over at the clock beyond Sandra.  Then I realized he was trying his
best to scramble on top of the bed, and what was worse was he wasn't
wearing any clothes.
	Laura'd been completely right, if I let him decide he would do
his best to make sure it happened on the bed.  "All right," I groaned
sitting up.  "We'll let your mom sleep and we'll go have a shower
together ok?"
	"Well..." he said as if he was thinking about it.  "All
right."  Then he took my hand and helped me out of bed before guiding
me in darkness that I couldn't see through straight to the bathroom
out in the hall.
	When we got inside the bathroom, he didn't bother to turn on
the light and went straight for the shower, before I remembered that
Sandra had said she could see perfectly without any light at all.
	"I'm going to turn on the light ok," I asked softly into the
black void.
	"If you want to," Howie's little voice replied.  I fumbled
around for the light switch before finally finding it.  When I did I
had to blink a few times before everything came into focus.  I closed
the door and was disapointed at the sight of no lock.
	Then I turned back to where Howie was standing under the
flowing water with an erection about the same size that Harry's had
been.  And it kind of took me back.  I had been surprised when I'd
first seen Paul Jr's.
	But remembering back to when I'd seen Paul himself it was less
of a shock.  But looking at a six year old boy and finding him as well
hung as a normal man threw me for a complete loop.  Slowly I managed
to regain my senses enough to move towards the shower.  I didn't know
what to else to expect.
	The last thing in the world I'd ever imagined myself doing was
playing lover to a six year old boy.  But the thing was, was that I
found myself wondering what his father looked like now.  When I'd been
Sandra's "Mistress" she'd claimed that Paul was forbidden fruit for me
because he was so big.  And he was, but for some reason I don't think
she was telling me the complete truth.
	"Come on you promised to play with me!"
	"All right, I'm coming, just give me a second," I told him
before getting into the tub/shower with him.  The water temperature
was perfect.  I couldn't have chosen it better myself.
	"You know little boys like you should actually be in bed
asleep at this time of night."
	"Play with me!"
	"We will, but I want you to understand that this is the only
time that I'm going to play with you like this, ok?"
	"Yes," he groaned.  I wasn't sure really of what I should do,
to play.  It was kind of sweet though, once I was in he pulled me down
so that I was sitting down and started to wash my hair.  It wasn't
very neat and I kept getting soap in my eyes but I had never thought
he would want to wash my hair to play.
	But when his arms draped over my shoulders and he kissed me on
the cheek I realized that it had more to do with getting me on more of
an even level with him.  His little hands slipped down until he
touched my breasts.
	When I glanced over my shoulder to look at him he pressed his
little lips against my mouth and kissed me.  Actually pushing his
little tongue into my mouth.  He hadn't had very much in the way of
skill in washing my hair but just by his kiss I could tell he had a
lot of it in the area of "playing."
	Then he moved around so that he was standing infront of me,
and kissed me again.  Then he leaned down and took one of my nipples
in his mouth.  He was absolutely adorable, and remembering my part in
the deal I reached out to touch him.
	He nipped, licked, lapped, and smacked his lips over my
nipples while I masturbated him.  After I had him moaning for a few
moments, and him me, he pulled back away from me.  "I want to be
inside you," he whispered before giving me a quick kiss on the lips.
	"No, Howie, I said I'd play with you, but that's all."
	"This is play," he said tracing the outline of my mouth with
his fingers.
	"No Howie," I told him softly looking into his eyes.  He
looked so sad.  But it didn't change the fact that he was still six.
"I'll play like this with you, but I won't do that!"
	"But...."
	"No buts Howie, it's this or nothing."
	"All right," he groaned and moved close enough to me so that I
could take him in my hand again and start rubbing him.  When he came
it was just like a little sigh.  But you could tell he'd had an
orgasm, even if there wasn't any physical evidence.
	Without a single word he gave me a little kiss and then got
out of the shower and left the bathroom.  It was over for him just
like that.  I turned the water cold and quickly finished having a
shower all by my lonesome.
	When I got out my nipples were puckered and I had gooseflesh
all over my whole body.  I stood there looking into the foggy mirror
and suddenly the lights went out.  I didn't panick, I just sort of
froze.  Then a pair of warm hands slipped around my waist and started
creeping up my body until they cupped my breasts, at the same time
someone pressed a warm kiss against my neck.
	Who ever it was was warm and solid pressed up against me, all
the way down to where I could feel the obvious presence of a man.
"Your not Sandra," the warm cozy voice whispered.  Not really startled
so much just sort of warm and inviting.  "Who are you?"
	"An old friend," I whispered back, not moving an inch.
"Sandra said you weren't going to be home tonight."
	"I hadn't planned on it, but I couldn't stay away another
night.  Now who are you?"
	"I suppose it has been a long time," I replied still in a
whisper as I started to turn around to face him.  "Hi Paul."
	"Who...Re...Rebeca?"
	"Uh-huh," I said softly looking up into his glowing gold eyes.
He was a lot taller than I remembered.  Towering at least a foot above
me.  He was a big man, almost like a giant, and just as strong.  It
wasn't surprising that Sandra could have fallen for him.
	"It's nice to see you again," he said, and I could tell just
from the sound of his voice he truly meant it.  Then he gave me a
great big hug.  He was so warm, and smelled so masculine.  It almost
completely swept me away.  All my senses were hightened to the fact we
were standing there embracing both completely naked.
	"Where are you sleeping?"
	"Well...I was sleeping with Sandra...but now that you're home
you'll probably want me to sleep somewhere else huh?"
	"No it's all right, you can sleep in our bed.  Besides how can
I say no to you when you made Sandra so happy?  Are you going back to
bed now?"
	"Well, I was going to," I said softly.  His hold still not
getting any less on me.
	"Then let's go to bed," he said softly scooping me up in his
arms.
	"Paul, I can walk."
	"It's all right," he replied and I could tell he was grinning
about it, even if I couldn't see him.  He laid me down beside Sandra
and got in behind me, protectively wrapping his arm over both of us.
It was the warmest safest place I could ever remember being, it always
had been.
	Paul had always been generous to me no matter what.  The two
of us had never actual made love, but I'd been in bed with him and
Sandra when they had been.  And he'd been there when Sandra and I had
been making love.
	And even though the two of us weren't lovers, he treated me
just the same as he treated Sandra.  He'd even fought to protect my
"honor" a couple of times.  When it all came down to it I trusted them
both with my life.
	He kissed the back of my head and whispered that I smelt
better than he remembered.  He snuggled up against my back and I could
feel his penis nuzzle in against my buttocks.  But I knew he wouldn't
allow it to go any further than that.
	When I woke up in the morning Paul and Sandra were gently
making love beside me so they wouldn't wake me up.  When Sandra
noticed I was awake she motioned Paul and he pulled out all the stops
so that the bed was actually rocking under the act.
	When they were done Sandra looked at me smiling before I
leaned over and kissed her lips.  I was still kind of shocked at how
easily the two of them let me back into their lives and bed.  Sandra
had been right when she'd said "Just like old times."
	I was also very glad I chose to come back home, especially
when it was to the open love that Paul and Sandra and the rest of
their family I'd seen so far offered me.
	When they were finished Paul rolled over so that he was laying
between us and gathered us both up in his arms pulling us close to
him.  I laughed wrapping my leg around his and rubbing myself against
his leg a little bit before kissing him.  And then Sandra kissed him
and met my hand on his damp aroused member.
	A second later our eyes met over Paul's chest, she didn't look
very happy for a second then slowly a smile spread across her face,
although it didn't quite seem to reach her eyes.  I brought the hand
that I had on him up until it was resting on his chest and kissed him
again.
	I'd never ever seen Sandra act adversely to me touching him
before.  She'd always seemed to enjoy letting me do it.  And I'd
always taken pleasure from doing anything for him that he let me get
away with.
	"Well, as nice as this is I think I better be getting up,"
Paul said starting to move.  Quietly I removed myself from around him
and let him get off the bed.  Together Sandra and I watched as he left
the room for the ensuite, giving me an excelent view of his mane.  It
had been pretty fair when I left, but now is was completely filled
out.  The long golden hair all the way down to his tight ass.
	"He's gorgeous," I whispered once he was in the bathroom.
	"Isn't he," Sandra sighed laying back down on the bed.
	"Absolutely!" I agreed, before remembering that after the
divorce I'd completely sworn men off.  But Paul was so different.
	"Mom, where are my good jeans?" Paul jr asked standing in the
doorway to the bedroom.  I didn't even bother to cover myself, and I
could swear I could feel where his eyes were slowly scoping me out.
	"There in your closet."
	"I looked, there not there!"
	"Paul," she groaned getting out of the bed.  "What are you
going to do when you're older and I'm not around?  You've got to start
looking for your own stuff, or remembering where you leave it!"
	"I know," Paul said then took one more quick look at me before
following his mother out of the room.  Well, at least I knew that so
far, I'd turned almost every male head in the house.  So I hadn't
totally lost all my looks.
	"Sandra?" Paul said stepping out of the bathroom while I
stretched out on the bed.  "God don't do that!"
	"What," I yawned finishing my stretch.
	"That!"
	"What did you want," I asked smiling.  "Sandra's not here."
	"Well, I was going to ask her if she wanted to have a shower
with me.  But if she's busy, what about you.  You want to share a
shower with me?"
	"I don't know if that's such a good idea, you Carlson's are
dangerous in the shower," I said grinning.
	"Oh come on, when was the last time you and me were in a
shower together."
	"Ages," I said grining at the thought of Sandra, me and Paul
squeezed in a tiny little shower stall together.
	"Well then, don't you think it's about time we shared another
one?"
	"All right," I laughed getting up off of the bed and heading
into the bathroom with him.  In the night I hadn't had enough light to
fully apreciate the man he'd become.  And he was some man.
	When I got in the bathroom the water was already running, and
Paul was grinning at me leaning against the sink counter.
	"What?"
	"I forgot how beautiful you were."
	"Were?" I said with my hands on my hips staring at him.
	"I mean are," he chuckled.
	"Does that mean I'm still attractive," I asked hoarsely as I
approached him.
	"No."
	"What!" I demanded after I wrapped my arms around his neck,
squeezing his hard member between us.
	"You're well beyond that," he said smiling before he lifted me
up so I could kiss his lips.
	"You're not half bad yourself," I whispered as he set me back
down on my feet.
	"Let's have our shower."
	"Sure," I replied softly.  I don't know why I was torturing
myself like this.  I loved him, but I'd never be able to make love to
him.  Sandra told me he'd be too big for me.  And I had to admit he
was really big.  Big with a capital 'B', 'I', and a 'G'.
	It always had amazed me when Sandra had taken him inside of
her, especially when I'd had a really good view of their coupling.
But she opened up for him every time, and took in every single
solitary gorgeous inch of his rock hard cock.
	But compared to Sandra, and most other women I was just tiny.
I was an inch shorter than her, and my breasts were alot smaller, but
pert.  And skinny little hips.  And most of my height went into my
long, long legs.
   When I didn't move Paul moved back towards me and picked me up
and carried me into the shower and the warm water.  Even with all the
bulging muscles on his body he was gentle as a lamb, and with a face
clothe and a bar of soap he washed me.  "Are you married," he asked
looking into my eyes while he washed my chest.
   "I was," I replied softly, and the wash cloth dropped to my
breasts.
   "What was his name?"
   "Harry."
   "What happened?"
   "He caught me in bed with someone else."
   "Who were you in bed with?" he asked the wash cloth slowly
moving even further down.  I knew what he was doing, I'd played this
game with him once before, he just barely touched me and made love to
me with his words.  Until I finally came in his arms.
   "Tiffany."
   "Another woman," he whispered softly as he knelt down and
kissed my stomach before washing it.
   "Yeah."
   "What were you two doing," he asked giving me another gentle
little kiss.
   "Making love," I told him in a near gasp as the wash cloth
graced its presense between my legs for a second.
   "How," he asked looking up at me.
   "Sixty-nine," I whispered closing my eyes.  The image of
Tiffany's engorged pouting pussy in my face.  She'd been so sweet, so
gorgeous and attractive.  I'd nearly fallen completely head over heels
for her when we met at a business meeting.
   "Was she good," he whispered kissing a little further down my
stomach.
   "Yes," I moaned spreading my legs a little further apart.
   "Sexy?"
   "Oh yeah."
   "Was she a good kisser," he asked kissing the neatly trimmed
triangle of curls.
   "Yes," I sighed, realizing that the wash cloth was only moving
between my legs and nowhere else.  He left a string of gentle little
butter fly kisses all over the insides of my thighs encouraging me to
open my legs even wider for him.
   "That's when Harry came in wasn't it," he whispered timing it
perfectly with the kiss that he planted right between my legs, kissing
the hot lips of my vagina.
   "Yesssssss," I gasped.  "No, no it wasn't.  We were so
involved we didn't notice him at first."
   "But when you did, it got you even more excited didn't it?"
   "Yes," I moaned licking my upper lip, when the wash cloth was
replaced with his fingers and probing tongue.
   "Was her mouth still on you, like mine is now," he whispered
pressing me back against the wall spreading my legs apart as wide as
he could manage and still maintain enough control to keep it fluid.
   "Oh yes!" I moaned as he pushed a finger inside of me.  "Yes!"
   "Did you come for her?  Like you will for me?" he said kissing
my hot entrance again, flicking his hot tongue against me.
   "Yes," I screamed as I broke past the threshold rocketing way
past where I had been in years with a man.  I humped his mouth
wrapping my legs around his head while still screaming the word "Yes!"
   "What's go..." Sandra said pulling back the shower curtain.
"Oh."  It wasn't a good 'Oh.'  It was more like it was grumbled like
she was disapointed to find me with Paul.  With him loving me.
   I moaned and loosened my grip around his head so that he could
come up and he did, he came up, slowly moved all the way up my body
where I was sitting and kissed me.  My own sweet juices still on his
lips.
   Sandra reached in almost as if she was going to touch one of
us or something and then she pulled her hand back.  A second later I
was screaming again.  This time with shock.  She'd completely shut the
hot water off, and it was coming down stone cold.
   Paul tried to shut it off as quickly as he could but by the
time he had we were both dripping in nothing but cold water.  Standing
there dripping I watched him open his mouth and in his deep booming
voice called "SANDRA!"
   But she didn't come back, she didn't even so much as
acknowledge that he'd called her.  And for the first time in my life,
I saw Paul really angry at her.  And I think both of us were befuddled
about why she did it.
   He shook himself off in the tub, splattering me with water,
and still dripping a little as he got out and I tried to follow him
but he was already out of the bedroom before I'd even got out of the
bathroom.
   "Where's your stuff," Paul asked a few minutes later after I'd
manage to get dressed.
   "Why?"
   "I don't want you around here until I figure out what Sandra's
up to."
	"Paul, she just doesn't want me around and neither do you."
	"I didn't say that.  What I mean is that I don't want you
around here alone with her, because I don't want you to get hurt.  If
I don't have a clue what's going on in her head, especially the way
she pulled that stunt.  I don't think it would be a good idea to leave
you here alone with her," he said carressing my cheek with his finger
tips.
	"Then when I figure out what's up with her you can move back
in."
	"Paul, maybe it would just be best if I left.  Find somewhere
new to start over."
	"No, don't.  Look, I'm going to take you over to our parents
and you can stay with them for a few days.  Then when I pry Sandra's
lips open to tell me what's up.  I'll be back over to pick you up."
	"Paul...."
	"Where's your stuff Rebeca?"
	"Thrity two years of life are all in that suitcase," I said
pointing at the blue case leaning against the wall in the corner of
the room.
	"Ok," he said going over and picking it up.  "You ready to
go?"
	"I guess I am...but I don't think you are," I said giving his
body a once over.
	"No, I suppose your right," he said glancing down at his
nakedness.  Then he quickly threw my suitcase on the bed and dressed
himself in a pair of blue jeans and a rough T-shirt that was stretched
tight against his chest.
	"You sure you've got everything?"
	"Yes, I'm sure.  Paul, I don't know about this...."
	"Well, I am.  So let me be sure for the both of us all right?"
	"Ok," I said softly obeying him as he took my arm and quickly
led me out of the house past a glaring Sandra.  Once Paul left me with
his parents I started to think about everything.  About everything
that had happened in the course of a day and a night.  And worst of
all the look that Sandra gave me on the way out kept haunting me.
	I met Sandra's brother and two sisters.  They were nice and so
was Jessica, and when she looked at Dick, I could tell that she loved
him a lot.  Just as much as Daniel did when she looked at him too.
And he loved both of them back just as much.
	I couldn't live with myself knowing that if I stayed any
longer that I could end up hurting Paul and Sandra even more, so I
wrote him a letter hoping he'd understand and gave it to Daniel to
give him after I left.
	When I gave Daniel the letter she said to keep in touch.  Even
if it was just with her and Dick, but I couldn't bring myself to
talking to them.
	Six months of stewing only made it worse, and I came to the
conclusion that before I could get on with my life I had to set things
right.  No matter what it cost me.  So, I called Daniel.
	It seemed almost worse than I'd imagined.  When I thought I
was doing them both a favour leaving, I found out that they'd both
been at odds with each other almost the whole time.  So I told her
that I'd come and fix things.  I booked a flight for the twentyth of
December hoping that I could give them their happiness back before I
left them once and for all.
	Daniel met me at the bus-port and drove me straight back to
her home saying that before I went to see them that I needed to have a
good night sleep and that she should catch me up on what's happened
between them.
	On the contrary of what she'd hoped for I tossed and turned
all night, and didn't get a single bit of sleep.  So as a result when
I finally fell asleep it was at seven in the morning and I woke up at
seven at night.
	Jessica and Daniel sat with me while I ate talking about
nothing in particular.  Then Dick came into the kitchen and started to
sweet talk them.  It didn't take long after that before they were both
hanging on to his arm as he led them up stairs to their bedroom.
	I watched a little holo-vision before going back to sleep on
the couch.  On the twenty second when I woke up again it was nearly
ten in the morning and the whole house was empty.  When I went into
the kitchen I found a note on the table explaining that they had gone
Christmas shopping and that I shouldn't go and see Paul and Sandra
yet.
	On the twenty third, Daniel, Jessica and I finally sat down to
talk about what had happened while I was gone.  As the hours passed I
began figuring out that Paul had actually blamed my leaving on Sandra.
"I can't believe that he thought that, I'd tried to explain it so
carefully in my letter."
	"Well, that was maybe your problem, written words can be
interpruted a hundred different ways by a hundred different people."
	"I guess," I said softly feeling like the biggest scum of the
earth.  I tried to help my best friend in the whole world and all I
ended up doing was hurting her more.
	"There's one thing though, that I don't understand," Jessica
said looking at me.
	"What?"
	"If you've been with Paul and Sandra all the time that
Daniel's told me, why have you not changed?"
	"Changed?"
	"Yeah, I know Dick changed me to help me, and Daniel was
changed by making love to him but you, why haven't you...."
	"You...Paul...Paul and I have never made love," I said softly
looking towards the bottom of my cup of tea.
	"What," Jessica scoffed, "but what about all the times you
three were together?"
	"Sandra, said he was...too big for me.  And he is really big,
so we just never...did it."
	"You didn't do it because he was too big?"
	"Yeah," I replied and Daniel started laughing.
	"What?"
	"Have you wanted to make love to him," Daniel asked calming
down a little.
	"Yes, but he was...."
	"And she told you you couldn't?"
	"Yes," I replied and both of them laughed a little more.
"What!"
	"Well, she got you good," Daniel said her laugh simmering down
into just a grin.
	"What do you mean?"
	"I mean....   Look when I first met Dick, I wanted to make
love to him, because the moment I saw him come through the bedroom
door carrying Sandi I fell completely head over heals for him.
	"But when the time came, I was absolutely positive that he was
way, way too big for me.  But Sandi kept encouraging me that it would
be all right.  Mind you all this happened before I was changed too.
	"So, I tried to rush it, and the second I had him inside me I
could have sworn I was going to burst from the inside out because he
was so big.  And I kept pleading that he let me up, but Sandi just
told me to look him in the eyes, just to look him in the eyes.  That's
all she said, and the second that I did.
	"I swear I felt like that it wasn't so big that I was going to
burst, just big enough to fill me completely up, and we made love for
the first time."
	"You mean...all this time, even...ten years ago...I could
have...we could have...."
	"Yes," Daniel said trying to hide a smile.  Every single time
that I had longed to hold him inside me came back to me.  Forcing me
to think about all the wasted time that I could never get back.
	"Then if he knew why didn't he...initiate it?"
	"Because he probably was only responding to you the way you
wanted him to.  He wouldn't have let himself go so that he could hurt
you and do something you didn't want."
	"So it's her fault that I...that we didn't..." I said
furiously.  "That...that bitch!"
	"What are you doing?" Jessica asked as I got up with every
intention of going over there.
	"I'm going to go over there and tell her what I bloody well
think!"
	"Don't," Daniel said quickly.  "Wait till tomorrow!  Give
yourself tonight to think about it before you go and do something
rash.  You've got to remember she's still a lot more strong than you
are!"
	"I don't care!"
	"Rebeca, sleep on it tonight anyway!  Jessica, and I aren't
going to let you leave here tonight.  Are we?"
	"No," Jessica said quickly.  So I couldn't go.
	But the next morning at seven o'clock on the dot I was on
Sandra and Paul's doorstep knocking.  I kept telling myself that I
wasn't going to do anything more than talk, but when the door opened
and Sandra's surprised face was greeting me I lost control.
	"You bitch!" I shouted lunging at her, catching her completely
off guard as my fist caught her in the mouth.
	"Rebeca, what the hell...." Sandra said before I slammed her
down on the floor.  "Me?  Your the one that tried to take my husband
away from me!"
	"I did not!"
	"You did," she shouted rolling so that she was on top hissing
down at me.
	"I did not," I shouted in anger rolling us back over and
slamming her back down against the floor.  "Your the one that wouldn't
let me make love to him!"
	"You couldn't!"
	"Oh save it, I could too.  And you knew it all along!"
	"You could not!  He's too big for you and your tiny little
cunt!"
	"That's not what your mothers say!  All those times Sandra!
All those times that you said if only he could!  You lied to me!  You
lied!" I said lifting her up and slamming her back down against the
floor.
	"He's my husband!" she shouted getting on top of me again,
only there was snarls and growls behind me glancing back I saw Paul
junior approaching and Howie looking undecided about what he should
do.  They were willing to protect there mother.  When I saw that I
almost thought that I'd made a mistake coming at all, but she waved
them off.
	"I'm not stupid, I was at your wedding!  But even before that
you wouldn't let me!  Or when you were!  I wasn't going to take him
from you!  Maybe share him, what would have been so bad about that!
	"Besides, isn't he supposed to be able to have two wives or
something?  Would it have killed you that he actually had another
wife?  My god Sandra, your father keeps two wives completely happy and
satisfied.  Is it that hard for you to believe that possibly just
possibly Paul could do the same?  Keep us both satisfied.  Plus we
would have had each other too!"
	"Damn it you nearly broke my marriage!"
	"Only because you didn't have faith in Paul, or me to do what
would have been right!  When I left, I had everything to lose,
but...if I stayed I had everything I could have ever wanted in
life...except a man.  You kept that away from me Sandra.  You didn't
have to, you just did!  You were selfish!"
	"He's mine!"
	"I know that!  But can't he be mine too?  Can't all three of
us be happy?"
	"I..." she said softly as I got back on top of her.
	"Please Sandra!  Can't the three of us just be happy, and
together?" I whispered before gently giving her lips a little kiss.
"Please."
	"I was so jealous," she sobbed.  "When I saw you with him!  I
just wanted to keep him all to myself.  I didn't want anyone else to
have him.  Or to be as happy as I was."
	"I know," I whispered back to her before kissing her lips.
"Do I ever."
	"I'm sorry," she laughed trying to cover up a sob.  "I should
have known that you wouldn't have tried to take him from me.  But when
I finally got him back after those four years that we had spent apart,
I didn't want to have any chance of losing him again.  Not to Laura,
or Angela, or even to you."
	"Can the three of us be happy together Sandra," I asked and
she smiled up at me.

	"I've got a Christmas present for you," Sandra told Paul just
as they entered the bedroom.
	"But shouldn't it wait till tomorrow morning?"
	"Nope, it's...alive."
	"Sandra, you didn't buy the kids that dog!"
	"No," Sandra laughed.  "No!  It's not a dog!"
	"Cat?"
	"No.  Just open it!" Sandra said her voice a lot closer.
	"We should be heading over to Moms and Dad's place."
	"I told them we weren't coming tonight.  Laura came and picked
the kids up and took them over."
	"Then what are we going to...."
	"Paul!  Just open the box!"
	"Sandra, if this is a pet so help you...."
	"It's too damn hot in here," I said standing up knocking the
top of the box off.
	"Rebeca!" Paul said absolutely stunned.
	"All you had to do was wait a couple more seconds," Sandra
complained.
	"Hi Paul," I said grinning at him, ignoring her comment.
	"What are you doing here?"
	"Sandra told you!  I'm your present!"
	"My present?" he said still kind of stunned lifting me out of
the box.
	"Yes," I said pressing myself against him.  "You can kiss, and
hug me.  Sleep with me.  Take me in the shower with you.  And...you
can make love to me.  I'm your basic run of the mill, lover."
	He glanced at Sandra, then back at me, then back at Sandra
again.  "You could never just be basic," he said giving me a hug.
"Now is someone going to tell me exactly what's going on?"
	"In a little bit," I said softly unbuttoning his shirt and
tossing it aside.  Then quickly I unbuckled his pants and let them
drop to the floor too.  Then finally I quickly pushed down his
underwear.  "Right now, I want something that I've waited fourteen
years for.  I want to make love with you."  I pressed myself tight
against his bare flesh and glanced at Sandra, she glared at me for a
second, then a smile came over her face, all the way up into her eyes,
before she started undressing herself.
	I stretched up as high as I could and kissed his chin.  Then
he brought his lips down and crushed them against mine lifting me
right off my feet.  Then he laid me down on the bed resting my head in
Sandra's lap before positioning himself between my legs.
	"Are you sure about this," he asked smiling down at me.
	"What do you think?" I replied grinning and opening my legs
wider for him.  A second later he had himself positioned at my
entrance after checking the "water" to make sure I was ready for him.
I had been for hours!
	Then slowly he eased himself into me.  He was huge.  And I was
almost ready to cry out for him to stop when I remembered what Daniel
had said.  And I looked him straight in the eyes, and suddenly
everything just felt...perfect.
	Every slow stroke seemed heavenly, at the same time Sandra's
hands started playing with my breasts and nipples.  It got even more
blissful when Paul leaned over and started kissing me.  I moaned and
moved against him.  Trying to bring about both of our release.  A
release I'd waited for over fourteen years for.
	He was as gorgeous as ever and felt even better moving in and
out of me.  Gently, carefully.  Taking his time even though I tried to
buck against him and make him move faster.
	I ran my fingers through his silky mane moaning his name over
and over between kisses.  He groaned and thrust into me again.  Over
and over, each time giving us both pleasures that I had always thought
would be unattainable.  I clutched his mane in my fingers riding out
an orgasm.  Then a second and third quickly followed right after.
	Then with one grunt from him he launched me into a fourth.
Only this time it was acompanied by a complete spewing of his hot love
inside of me.  I squeezed him even tighter between my thighs pulling
him as far into me as I could trying to get as much from him as I
could.
	It had been my first multi-orgasmic experience with a man, and
I realized why.  It had taken me a long time to figure out, six months
to be exact.  The only man that I could truthfully whisper in his ear
and say "I love you."  I'd admitted the same truth to Sandra a few
hours previous when Paul had been working at the bar, he had been
there since the previous night.
	He lifted himself off of me enough to look me in the eyes,
searching them to see if I was telling the truth.  I was, only it was
the first time in fourteen years that I actually admitted it.  That I
loved them both.
	"Really?"
	"Yes," I whispered back to him touching his face with my hand.
And he seemed to press against it before he leaned down and kissed me.
	"I love you too," he whispered before brushing another kiss
across my lips.  "I have for a very long time."
	"Well, I love both of you," Sandra said running her fingers
through both of our heads of hair.  Paul looked up at her and then
leaned towards her pushing himself deeper into me at the same time.
He stretched towards her, and she leaned forward until they were
kissing over top of my head.  I realized at that exact moment that I
was in paradise.
	Paul slipped away from me and we both turned our attention on
showing Sandra how much we both loved her too.  And it wasn't "just
like old times" anymore either, Paul didn't even hesitate once about
laying claim to my body like he had before.  He had never been sure
whether he was allowed to touch me, or if I was just there for
Sandra's pleasure.
	He went well beyond proving my point to Sandra that he could
keep two women satisfied.  He'd make love to her, then he'd make love
to me, and then he'd make love to both of us.  His roaming hands
always touching, never stopping for a single instant.
	When he stopped to rest, Sandra and I would make love, and
he'd watch, but he could never resist petting us, working along side
with Sandra and myself.  I watched as he slid into Sandra again from
my place between their legs and kissed and touched all around their
union.
	Then I quietly backed off finally giving into my grumbling
stomach.  Paul reached for me, not willing to let me go away again.
"I'm going down to the kitchen," I told him and he let go of my hand.
But I couldn't resist going back and giving them each one more kiss.
	I poured myself a large glass of juice and drained it down
thirstily before starting to hunt around in the refrigerator.  I came
out with a heaping plateful of food, and headed back to go upstairs
before I noticed the clock.  It was only a little after ten.
	It had only been three hours I marveled since Paul had gotten
home and I felt like I was so well loved, that it should have been
ages more than three hours.
	Once I was in the hallway though, Sandra and Paul's kids
started coming in from the front door.  Paul was first, and he glanced
at my leg before a few more followed, each of them glancing at my leg,
but not saying a single word about my nudity.
	I looked down to see what they had all been looking at and
found a small amount of Paul's semen.  I couldn't help but smile at
the sight.  Before thinking about that we hadn't been using any birth
control.  Then I saw Howie come in, looking very tired, but I couldn't
help smiling at him and realizing I didn't care about the birth
control anymore.
	I went to the front door just to make sure they had locked it
behind them and found Laura and what I assumed was her husband holding
two of Sandra's sleeping babies.
	Laura gave me a quick once over and grinned at me.  "Merry
Christmas.  Brad, you remember Rebeca don't you?"
	"Of course," he said grinning at me before giving me a more
thourough twice over.  One that I knew I should shy away from but I
couldn't.  I followed them up the stairs and watched as they put John
and Anita in their seperate beds.  I had kept an eye on Laura watching
as she laid Anita down in her bed and kissed her forehead.
	Then when she came back to the doorway she smiled at me again
and touched my hip so that she could get past.  But when I moved she
didn't move past me but gave me a quick little kiss on the lips.  Then
she took my hand and led me back to Sandra and Paul's bedroom.
	Paul was laying on his side grinning as he watched Brad making
love to Sandra.  "Merry Christmas you two," Laura said smiling.
"Looks like you've had a busy night."
	Paul glanced over at us and smiled.  I looked back at Laura
and found that she'd stripped completely out of her clothes, and before
another word was spoken Paul was accepting her with open arms.  She
squated over top of him before she finally took his entire length
inside of her and started riding him.
	She'd leaned over and started kissing Paul, making tiny little
movements on top of him.  It wasn't so much the jealousy of seeing her
with him or Brad with Sandra.  Because I'd seen it before.  I'd even
been with Laura and Sandra before, but it was more the shock of it
happening so quickly, so spontaneously.
	Paul motioned me to join them, but I wasn't really sure.  All
I knew was that my hunger had left me so I set the plate of food down
on the dresser.  And just watched right up until they recieved their
gratifaction.
	Then rubbing his hand down Laura's back Paul motioned me to
join them again.  This time the other three added their pleas to his.
So reluctantly I relented and slipped onto the middle of the bed.
	Then before I'd barely even got rolled over onto my back,
Laura and Brad were each claiming one of my nipples in their mouth.
Sandra started kissing anywhere where there wasn't a hand rubbing me,
and Paul.  Paul put a pillow under my bottom and filled me up with his
warmth.
	It was so exquisite between all four of them, I swear I felt
like my body was being attacked by every side with pure waves of
pleasure.  It lasted for almost what seemed like an eternity, and when
it started to end, I was sure it had only lasted a few seconds.
	When it was all over I laid between Paul and Laura receiving
and giving kisses and gentle caresses.  Time passed in a warm slow
contentment before Laura and Brad got up and left, only after
bestowing a whole new barage of kisses upon all three of us.
	Then they were gone.  Paul slowly got on top of me, and made
love to me again.  Nice and slow and so very very gentle.  Then he did
the exact same thing all over again with Sandra.  When he was sure we
couldn't take any more he laid between us and pulled us close to him,
squeezing us in his arms.

	Paul and Sandra had snuck away during the night to put out
their kids Christmas presents under the tree.  When the three of us
were just laying peacefully together early the next morning Paul came
in excitedly with all the other kids proclaiming Santa had come.  They
were also demanded that we get up.
	I wasn't too excited about doing it but...after Sandra and
Paul had rolled out of bed smiling I had two choices.  Stay in bed all
alone, or go down with them to partake in all the fun.  So, I chose
the latter.  I went to gather up my clothes that I'd left on the floor
but Paul'd pulled me away from them before I had a chance to even get
my panties on.
	"What are you doing?"
	"Getting dressed?"
	"Who said you could?"
	"Paul!  I can't go down nake..." I said before I noticed he
was.
	"Naked," he finished for me with a laugh wrapping his arm
around my shoulders.  "Come on, no one cares around here.  Let's go."
	"Paul, I don't know."
	"Oh come on, it's not like anyones going to be staring at you,
besides me and Sandra, I mean.  The kids won't care, trust me."
	"Are you sure?  I mean...."
	"I'm positive Rebeca.  There's only one thing," he said
seriously.
	"What?"
	"There's nothing down there for you I'm afraid."
	"That's all right."
	"But, we'll get you some presents later ok?"
	"Paul, that's sweet, but it's not really nece...."
	"I say it is," he said before kissing me on the cheek.  "Come
on let's go down stairs."
	I have to admit he was right, other than a quick once over by
their kids, they completely ignored my state of dress, although
everyone else in the room was in the same.  I probably would have felt
foolish if I had of been the only one wearing any clothes.
	Paul pulled me down on to his lap and gave me a kiss, before
gazing out at his off spring to see what they were all doing.  Sandra
was under the tree on her hands and knees with her bare bottom
sticking out towards us.  Her bare pussy(she had all of her hair
permently removed there) pouting for all to see, along with all the
little amounts of residue from our night of passion.
	I cuddled against Paul as Sandra passed out the presents, it
was warm and cozy, and the whole atmosphere felt perfect.  There was
even a holo-fire burning in a fire place.  It was absolutely a perfect
Christmas.
	The kids got a few love toys but most of it was all kids toys.
Lot's and lot's of toys.  Toys that they all kept saying 'Oh!  I
always wanted this!' or something to that effect.  
	Paul got a whole load of home made stuff from his kids,
everything ranging from a can covered in tissue paper to hold pens to
Sandi coming up to the two of us and holding out this note to him.  A
note that the four year old was kind of shy to give him.  He smiled
patiently until she handed it over, when he opened it infront of us, I
swear I was ready to swallow my tongue.
	The note contained a promise of 'a whole night of love making,
redemable forever'.  "I had help with some of the words," she said
shyly.
	"Who helped you?" he said smiling down at her.
	"Paul."
	"Well, Paul and I are going to have to have a little talk
later, but right now why don't you climb up here," he said patting my
lap.  Sandi quickly scrambled up onto my lap and promptly sat down on
me.
	"Now you know honey, that that can't happen.  But, I'll tell
you what..." he said looking down at her.  She almost looked
heartbroken.
	"What?" she replied solemnly looking down at her own naked
thighs.
	"If you make this a lifetime of hugs and kisses, it'll be
perfect!"
	"Ok Daddy!" she said smiling before standing up on me and
throwing her arms around Paul's neck and hugging him then planting a
great big wet sloppy kiss on his lips.  "Want another?"
	"Sure," he said grinning and she squeezed his neck again and
placed another slobbery kiss on his lips.  "Now, why don't you go see
if there's anything else under the tree for you?"
	"Ok Daddy."  I kind of had to admire how he took care of the
situation, proving to me that he was a wonderful father.  A wonderful
father for wonderful kids, I thought smiling to myself.  I touched his
chin with my fingers and turned his head and kissed his lips.
	"I love you," I whispered to him.
	"Prove it."
	"Prove it?"
	"Yeah," he said grinning at me.
	"How?"
	"Make love to me."
	"That'll be my pleasure, let's go," I replied after noting
that all the presents but one were out from under the tree.
	"I mean here," he whispered kissing me.
	"Here?" I asked shocked.
	"Put your eyes back in your head first, yeah here."
	"In front of...."
	"Sure, why not?"
	"But their only...."
	"Come on Rebeca, don't you love me?"
	"Sure I do, but...."
	"Then come on," he said sliding forward and turning me on his
lap so that I was facing him straddling his legs.
	"But..." I said looking around once more.  Sandra was sitting
on the floor watching us, and so was Howie, John and Anita.  Then I
saw Paul and Sandi behind the tree, he was on top of her and they
were...making love.  I watched Paul loving his oldest sister until
Paul touched my face with his hand and gently turned my head back so I
was looking at him.
	"Well?"
	"All right," I whispered softly leaning closer and kissing his
lips before gently lowering myself down onto him.  Then slowly I
started moving on top of him for everyone but the couple behind the
tree's amusement.
	I couldn't believe how wonderful and exciting it was loving
each other in that room full of people.  I kissed him playing with his
tongue with my own.
	When I started to come around him and started to slow my pace
he started lifting me up off of him and thrusting up into me.  I
gasped at first, startled by the action before I gave into it.  Then
with one finally thrust into me he groaned as release took him.  But
he wouldn't let me go crushing me against him crushing his lips
against mine, kissing me while he spurted his warm love inside of me.
	I settled down against him revaling in the warm sensations of
him, only looking around a few moments later to find that no one was
watching us.  That in itself completely shocked me.  That we could
make love right in front of them and no one really cared.
	After a few more long luscious minutes Paul turned me; so that
I was still sitting with his member inside of me but so that I was
sitting on his lap like I had been before we had got sidetracked.
	"There's one present under here for you," Sandra said holding
out the present.
	"But, I don't have anything to give you's in return."
	"Don't worry about it," Sandra said smiling.  "It's only
something that I came up with quickly.  It's not much..." she said
giving me that package.
	"What is it," I said trying to feel through the wrapper.
	"Open it," Sandra told me.
	"All right," I replied before tearing off the paper.
Revealing a banana underneath, a banana with the rough end bit off,
just like the one that she'd used to pleasure me with on our Prom
night.  "I wonder what this if for."
	"What do you think," she said smiling before getting up on her
knees and stretching towards me touching my breasts before her lips
closed over mine.
	"I love it," I whispered before kissing her back, gently
rubbing the palms of my hands into her full breasts.  "And I love both
of you," I added smiling.
	"What would you think of staying here on a more permanent
basis," Sandra asked after glancing up at Paul.
	"What do you think," I replied before kissing her lips.
	"I don't know you tell us."
	"It depends what you mean by permanent basis.  If you mean if
I'd like to sleep in your bed and make love when ever I can with the
two of you I'd say yes," I told them before giving each of them
another kiss.
	"What do you think Paul?" Sandra said looking up past me.
	"I don't know," he said wrapping his arms around my waist,
then kissing the tip of my ear.  "It'd have to be on a very permanent
basis."
	"What did you have in mind," I whispered kissing his cheek.
	"Would you...would you marry us?"
	"Marriage?  Your asking me to marry you's?" I gasped.
	"Yes, that is if you're going to say yes.  But your going to
have to be sure about it."
	"What do you think Rebeca," Sandra said soflty.
	"I-I don't know, this is just so...so quick.  So sudden."
	"Well, then, why don't you think about it," Paul said softly
turning my head before gently pressing his lips against mine in a long
sweet kiss.  "Take as long as you want to think about it.  But while
your thinking about it, why don't we go back up to bed."
	"We should feed Anita and John first," Sandra said touching my
knee.
	"We?" I said looking down at her.
	"That is if you want to feed one of them.  It'll mean all
three of us can go upstairs a little quicker."
	"Ok, where's the baby food?"
	"Not baby food Rebeca, Anita, John, come here it's time for
breakfast."  The two of them managed to waddle over to us holding each
other's hands for support.  It was so cute, and adorable, both of them
were just barely walking.  John scrambled into Sandra's arms before
Anita could get there and she almost started to cry before she
motioned Anita to come to me.  Anita looked at me and then all of her
symptoms of tears faded and she smiled at me.
	I shifted uncomfortably on Paul's penis as she climbed up into
my lap.  It was only after she was cuddling up to me that I noticed
that John was suckling from Sandra's nipple.  And before I knew what
was happening Anita was latching onto one of mine.  I was almost ready
to object and tell her I couldn't give her what she wanted when I felt
this sudden heaviness in my breasts and then Anita was actually
drawing milk from my breasts.
	It was an amazing sensation, it went all the way from a little
painful when she nipped at my nipple with her little teeth to highly
erotic, which I was sure Paul could feel beneath and inside me.
	When my nipple was sore from her suckling and I was sure I
couldn't stand anymore she took my other nipple in her mouth and
hungrily started suckling again.  It was a beautiful sight, seeing her
in my arms I could only think about how I'd felt for the last few
years about wanting to hold my very own baby.
	When I turned to look at Paul he was grinning watching Sandra.
Then he turned and smiled at me, then gave me a long warm kiss.  When
I felt Anita break contact with my nipple I broke contact to look down
at her.  She was staring wide-eyed up at the two of us.
	I smiled down at her and she put her lips back around my
nipple and finished feeding.  When she was done, both of my nipples
felt sore and overly sensitive.  Paul kissed me again while Anita
snuggled closer against me sort of hugging me resting her little head
on my chest.  Then she let out a belch that I would have sworn should
have come from someone more like Paul's size, rather than just such a
fragile little girl.
	When I started to giggle a little bit over it Paul quickly
pressed his lips over mine to silence me, then there was another belch
from Sandra's direction.  And when she said "Excuse me," I couldn't
help but laughing.  Bringing Paul right along with me so that we were
both laughing.

	The next few days were long cozy days, mostly spent making
love.  It didn't matter where I was, if the mood caught either of
them, they'd strip me right on the spot if I already wasn't already
naked, and we'd make love.  Sandra caught me in the shower, twice.
And Paul, Paul caught me in the living room, the kitchen, the dinning
room.  The bathroom, the car, and the one that I loved the most was
when Paul and I went shopping at the mall on boxing day.
	It was absolutely shameless, he'd rub up against me in the
stores and I'd encourage him by rubbing my ass all over his crotch
when ever he leaned against me.  I teased him by taking alot of
advantage on the sales of lingerie.  I led him into an adult love shop
and kept asking what do you think of this.
	When we'd left it I'd bought a leather domineer's outfit.  I
was in absolute heaven when he touched me, sending tingles all the way
down to my toes.  Then he led me into a jewlery store and let me pick
out the engagement ring that I wanted.  I was so happy I was almost in
tears.  And when he picked me up and kissed me I couldn't help
releasing a few of them.
	He wiped my tears away with his thumb and kissed the tip of my
nose.  Then when we left it we went into one of the bigger department
stores and I got a hat and some stretch pants that I said I was going
to try on.
	He waited with me while a sales woman finally opened the
dressing rooms.  I just had my pants down around my ankles when the
change room door opened and Paul stepped into the small chamber with
me nearly filling it up.
	"What are you doing in here?"
	"I couldn't wait anymore for you?"
	"Why not?"
	"Because," he said softly cupping my face and turning me into
his lips.  Giving me a kiss that should have been only taken place in
a bedroom.
	"Don't tease me like that," I whispered back hoarsely.  "You
shouldn't do it if you don't plan on following through and here we can
hardly do-anything about it."
	"Who says," he whispered softly as he wrapped his arms around
me and lifted me up by my buttocks and set me down on the little
shelf.
	"Paul!" I whispered harshly as his hands drifted up my bare
legs.
	"God your beautiful!" he said smiling at me before kissing me
again.
	"Oh god Paul we can't.  Not here!"
	"Why not," he whispered easing my panties off.
	"Because," I whispered trying to keep it down from a moan as
his fingers drifted between my thighs.
	"Because why?" he asked in a soft whisper as one of his hands
slipped up under my sweater and started caressing one of my breasts.
	"Oh Paul, don't do this to me, not here!"
	"Why not," he whispered leaving a string of kisses up and down
the column of my throat.  I bit my lower lip to stiffle a moan that
was demanding to be set free.
	"Oh God Paul...."
	"Do you know how many times I've wanted to just be able to do
this," he asked pressing his lips against mine sticking his tongue in
my mouth the second I parted my lips.  I knew I should push him away
that he was only distracting me, but I couldn't.  There wasn't a fiber
in my body that would allow me to push him away.
	"Your so beautiful," he whispered running his hands over my
bare legs, then gently he eased them apart taking a position up
between my legs kissing me.
	"Oh Paul," I moaned reaching for him, undoing his belt.  Then
another moment later his pants were piled around his ankles while he
eased himself even closer to me.  Rubbing the head of his penis
against my vagina teasingly.
	I tried to push myself against him to get him to comply
because the morning had weighed on me aswell but Paul wasn't buying
it.  He was going to take his sweet time.  He rubbed me with his index
and middle finger not going anywhere near my center.
	"Paul," I begged him in a soft moan before his lips closed
over top of mine silencing me.  "Please."
	"Not yet sweatheart," he whispered back rubbing his hand over
one of my breasts trying to pinch my nipple through the blouse and bra
I was wearing.
	"Paul please," I begged again.
	"I want to make you mine," he whispered kissing my neck.
	"Then do it," I moaned opening my legs a little wide
invitingly.  He pressed his hardness against me, but it was so that he
was laying the length of his member over my entire vagina and not
moving towards me.
	Then I felt his lips press tighter against my neck sucking
like he was giving me a hicky.  A second later the sensation of his
teeth sinking into my neck joined the suckling.  I moaned even louder
surprised at the pleasure of the experience.
	It was like he actually slipped into my blood, his warmth, his
compassion, his love.  It was so wonderful I just melted against him,
letting myself go entirely to the sensations.  I didn't even realize
when he physically started making love to me.  I just sat there and
enjoyed Paul's love making.
	I responded to him as if we'd been doing it since the day we
we're born.  (Not that it was the same day.)  I wrapped my arms and
legs around him (or at least tried to, but I couldn't completely fit
my arms around his large muscular bulk.)
	It was unbelievable how perfect he felt inside of me.
Cramming me full of his penis, but not so much that I felt
overwhelmed.  I could harldy tell which part of me didn't experience
the orgasms he brought me to.  Nor could I count them all.  It was
absolutely perfect.
	I gasped over and over trying my hardest not to scream out in
pleasure.  Trying my hardest not to scream at the top of my lungs how
much I loved the man I was with.  I grabbed at his mane trying to pull
him even closer than the way he was plastered over me.
	I wrapped my arms around his neck squeezing him even tighter
to me gasping every time he plunged into me, over and over.  His large
testicles pounding against my flesh below where we were united.
	Then he groaned and leaned toward me pressing his hard chest
against my breasts squeezing me between him and the wall bring me up
off of the wooden seat as his wamrth pulsed into me.  With each pulse
he grunted and quickly pushed himself even further into me.
	I couldn't hold it back anymore as he thrust up into me one
last time, I screamed aloud as my final orgasm washed over me.  A
bright light blinding me from seeing, a light that could only be
described as absolute heaven.
	Then when it slowly dwindled away to reality, Paul's lips were
on mine, kissing me all over my face.  I started kissing him back
catching his lips and drawing him into the deepest breath my
breathless lungs could handle.  That's when it finally sunk in.  The
pounding on the door.
	"Paul," I whispered to him but he didn't stop kissing me.
"Paul!"
	"What?" he whispered back his voice still hoarsly with lust.
	"Somebody's pounding on the door.  You better put me down."
	"Oh, ok," he said startled when he did notice the pounding on
the door.  That was when we noticed that the only way that he was
supporting me was with the big cock he still had stuffed inside of me,
like a hand in a glove.  He put his big hands on my hips and lifted me
off of him setting me down on the floor.  The second he took me off of
him I missed his heavy warmth inside me.
	"What is it," I asked towards the door.
	"Are you all right maam?" a man said from the other side of
the door, the pounding had stopped.
	"Yes," I laughed.  I couldn't help it.
	"Are you sure?"
	"Yes!"
	"It's just...."
	"I'm all right.  I swear!"
	"Well, maybe I should wait here till you come out."
	"No it's all right," I said looking at Paul and grinned before
kneeling down infront of him.  "My husbands just out there waiting for
me."
	"All...all right," who ever it was said just as I started
licking at Paul's penis, cleaning the evidence of our loving off of
him.  'Sandra will know of course, but we'd make it up to her, in
spades', I thought to myself letting out an even bigger smile.
	Then when Paul had thought I'd gotten everything off that I
could he lifted me up and sat me back down on the wooden bench and
went ahead in doing the same loving act for me.  It was absolutely
unbelievable the attention he gave me.  So much so that I've got to
admit I did have one more small orgasm.
	"I think I'll take these," I said grinning up at Paul picking
up the stretch pants.
	"All right," he smiled back leaning down and kissing my lips.
	"Have I told you lately that I loved you?"
	"No."
	"Well, I love you."
	"And I love you too," he said smiling before letting me out of
the change room.  A second later he followed me out, then when he
turned around to look back at our little temporary love nest he
started laughing.
	"What?"
	"You remember that guard that came in?"
	"Yeah?"
	"Look up there," he said pointing to a sign on the wall.  A
sign that read 'Dressing rooms are monitored by security camera's'.
"He knew exactly why you screamed!"
	"You mean they were watch....  Oh my God!" I said blushing.
	"Probably, more than likely they still are a little.  That guy
must have thought I needed some help."
	"You never need any help...except maybe Sandra's," I said
softly.
	"I thought I did quite well on my own," he replied grinning
and I could feel my cheeks grow even warmer.
	"Don't worry about it Rebeca!  We probably made their day.
God knows you put on a good start on mine.  What do you say we go pay
for your pants and go get something to eat?"
	"All right," I said softly realizing I did feel a little weak
and hungry.
	It wasn't what I would have suspected he would suggest for
lunch.  He took me to one of Dick's bar's, and I was even more
surprised by the actual amount of people spending the day after
Christmas in a bar.  I felt so sorry for them.  But I felt even
sorrier for Clark who was standing behind the bar trying to keep up
with the orders.
	I didn't see Angela at all though, so I figured she must have
spent the day at home with the kids.  The strippers that we're coming
out like it was a regular work day, but knowing the Carlson's, I had
no doubt that they were making more than their usual pay for the day.
	Clark saw to us personally, and since it had been awhile since
we'd seen each other he only took our order after insisting that he
got to kiss me.  And kiss me he did, he had his tongue stuck down my
throat and his hand fondeling one of my breasts before Paul decided
his brother had kissed me enough.
	The only doubt that I didn't have about him was the fact that
he was quiet willing to accept me as one of the family.  Then when he
was standing beside the table there was some hooting'ring and
hollering near the stage and next thing I knew Clark was sitting down
in the booth beside me watching the act.
	It actually turned out to be a doule, and I was surprised when
I finally recognized Angela.  The first thing she did when she stepped
out on to the stage was looked around until her eyes finally fell on
Clark, then she looked towards the back and acted as if she was
telling someone something.
	She kept her eyes on Clark the whole time while she, as
seductively as possible started rubbing herself all over.  Touching
her breasts, her thighs, making it as seductive and raunchy as
possible.
	Another woman had come out during the middle of Angela's
caressing herself.  Then Angela made it a point to look as shocked as
possible when she noticed the other woman at the end of the act.  The
other woman looked familiar but I couldn't quite place her.  But I did
notice, after a few minutes that she did look a fair bit older than
Angela.
	The other woman told Angela that what she had just done was
nothing and then went ahead showing her and the rest of the audience
another routine, only this one, everyone started seeing a lot more
flesh.  Not much it was just a peek at her bare breasts, and a little
more thigh than Angela had shown.
	Angela not to be out done, took her top completely off baring
her large breasts to everyone, pinching and touching her breasts to
everyone's pleasure.  Everyone in the bar seemed to start to get all
riled up like they wanted to climb up on stage with them, but neither
Paul or Clark looked in the least bit worried.
	Only when one of the audience leapt to get up on stage and
bounced away as if he'd hit something invisible did I realize they
must have a sonic shield up between the audience and the dancers.
	"Who's up there with Angela," I asked Paul in a whisper.
	"Lorena, she's living with Angela and Clark.  She has been
since a little after Jessica and Dad got married."
	"You're Aunt?" I asked almost not sure I'd heard right.
	"Yes," he hushed back.  "Watch the show Rebeca, I think it's
going to get pretty interesting pretty quick."
	"Count on it," Clark added not even taking his eyes off them.
Lorena was down to her panties and bending over vividly showing the
audience how well her rump had aged.
	Angela showed anger to the rest of the audience and quickly
took her panties off and threw them at the sonic wall.  Then by
appearances she started to masturbate.  Lorena was quick to shed her
panties too for some of the attention and took up a place over further
on the stage doing the exact same thing, only rubbing her breasts at
the same time.
	The men in the bar were almost frantic, and they didn't look
like they would get any better.  After Angela noticed that Lorena was
taking some of her limelight, she quickly stormed over to her and
quickly started up a cat fight.
	Most of the men were on their feet by the time the "cat fight"
had both of the women rolling around on the stage.  Then the fight
started to look a little different, and it kept changing until I
finally realized that Angela and Lorena had actually started making
love to each other on the stage.
	The men were wild with cheers as they watched the two women
move into a sixty-nine position and start eating each other out.  Even
most of the few women in the place were cheering them on.  I was
almost amazed that they had captured everyone's attention so readily,
especially Paul's!
	I studied him for a few minutes not sure what I was feeling
about the whole thing.  Then I decided on something.  "Paul could you
let me up?"
	"Why?"
	"Please."
	"If you want to go Rebeca we can."
	"No I've just got to go to the...bathroom."
	"All right," he said getting up.  "Are you sure you know where
it is?"
	"Yeah," I said softly before putting a little distance between
us.  When I glanced back at him he was absorbed in the show all over
again.  I figured if everyone was treating me like a Carlson, and Paul
and Sandra wanted me to be one.  I might as well act like one.
	So that's how I found myself coming out on to the stage from
the middle.  The whole bar whooped even louder when they caught sight
of me.  The second I got out on the stage I stuck my eyes on Paul to
see what his expression.  It was total surprise.
	Angela was the first one to look up at me from between
Lorena's thighs.  And it was a hungry look.  Then after giving me a
real good look over, I think it sunk in that we actually knew each
other and I wasn't a complete stranger.
	Angela moved off of Lorena and Lorena looked a little stunned
for a second before she noticed me.  Then I told them for the benifit
of the audience to "Watch how a real woman does it!"
	Then I did exactly that, going in to the most passionate,
excrutiatingly lustful strip tease that I could do.  One that I was
positive that I could never do again.  I showed off every single
square inch of my body, and achingly slowly at that.  But I did it so
that I only noticed that I was only stripping for one man.  A man that
had his eyes completely glued to me.
	"Now that's how it's done!" I told Angela and Lorena and the
audience broke up into wild hoops and hollers again.
	"Now it's our turn to show you how something else is done,"
Angela said grinning before kissing my right thigh and running her
hands up the inside of my leg.  Lorena after a quick glance at Angela
took up on my left thigh, and started copying everything Angela was
doing.
	A few blurry moments later my legs were spread wide on the
stage for the audience with Angela between them fiesting on me while
rubbing herself.  Lorena had quietly planted her own pussy on top of
my face and I was quite contentedly engrossed in her.
	That was at least until Angela pulled away from me totally.  I
couldn't believe that she would pull away from me so coldly like she
did.  Then a second after Lorena got off of me too.  The feeling of
loss was so much of a shock I lost my senses completely for a second.
	When I finally realized what was going on I was already
scooped up off of the stage.  And only when I was tossed on the bed
upstairs did I finally see who had torn me away so quickly from the
other girls.
	Paul was grinning down at me unbuttoning his shirt.  "You
really are something aren't you," he said dropping his shirt on the
floor to take off his pants.
	"Did you like it," I asked softly almost in a whisper hoping
that he wouldn't dislike what I'd done.
	"Of course I liked it, how could I not like it," he said
before quickly losing his underwear then crawling up the bed on all
fours till he was over top of me.  "But you surprised the hell out of
me when you got on that stage."
	"But it was a good surprise, right?"
	"A very good surprise," he said grinning before leaning closer
and kissing me.  "Very good."  Then he kissed me again, lowering
himself a little closer to me so that his chest was pressed against
me.  But always never enough to hurt me, he was always so gentle.
	"Your so beautiful," he whispered brushing butterfly kisses
all the way over my cheek.  In response I wrapped my legs around his
waist and signaled him that I wanted him.  Slowly and ever so gently
he lowered himself more so the tip of his penis was just touching my
pussy lips.
	"Paul you're the one that's beautiful," I whispered back
kissing his lips.  Cautiously he pushed forward slipping himself into
me, starting with very slow careful strokes.  "Especially when you do
that," I added in a moan.
	Slowly with every stroke he eased himself more and more into
me, until I finally had him completely inside me.  He was so big, he
was hung better than a horse, and he was built like a bull, with the
mane of a lion running down his back.  And the stamina of a bunny.
Especially when it came to loving.
	We spent what seemed a life time making love there before he
laid down beside me wrapping me up in his arms cuddling me, just
brushing kisses into my hair.  
	A few moments later I rolled over on top of him and slowly
slid down until I had taken him entirely inside me again.  I wrapped
my arms around his chest and my legs around his pressing my face into
his chest before looking up at him.  I was almost two heads shorter
than him, and I felt like a little kid laying on his chest.
	But a very happy kid.  "You know we're going to have to spend
a fair bit of tonight showing Sandra what she missed."
	"I don't think she's going to settle for being showed what we
did today.  I think we're probably going to have to spend the entire
night proving to her that we didn't forget about her.
	"Rebeca?"
	"Yes," I asked softly looking up at him.
	"Are you happy?"
	"How couldn't I be," I said before kissing his chest.  "I'm in
bed with the man I love."
	"But are you really happy staying with us?"
	"Paul if I wasn't would I have jumped out of that stupid box?"
	"No, I-I guess not."
	"Paul we've wasted nearly fourteen years to finally be like we
are now," I said wiggling my hips to get his attention at our union.
"I don't want to waist another minute with you and Sandra."
	"Are you sure," he asked brushing my hair back with his
fingers and the only answer I gave him back was sitting up on him and
started riding him.  Making love to him until he knew that it was
exactly all that I wanted.

	When we got back home Sandra was giving Sandi and Howie a bath
trying to show them some new positions to love each other in.  We made
our presence known to her enough for her to know that we were back
before heading into the bedroom to make love again.
	Half an hour later Sandra came in and quickly stripped out of
her clothes while Paul and I both watched her.  "Did you two have a
good day," she asked quietly climbing onto the bed.
	"I think we got everything she wanted," Paul said softly
squeezing me a little while waiting to see which one of us Sandra
chose to go to first.
	She grinned at him and then turned her smile on me as she
moved towards me.  I smiled at her and parted my legs, trying not to
moan as she kissed her way up the inside of my thighs.  Dragging her
large breasts over my skin until she settled herself down licking and
pawing at my center.  Teasing me with every caress.
	I clamped my eyes shut trying to hold back from screaming out
in pleasure.  Then when I lost the feel of Paul beside me I opened my
eyes to watch him move behind Sandra and part her legs while lifting
her bottom up by her hips.  Then without a seconds delay he thrust
into her.  I could feel it all the way down as he pushed her into me.
	It was unbelievable the amount of pleasure three people could
share.  The old saying "Two's company and three's a crowd" is a
complete farce when you know that kind of loving.  I could only take
so much of Sandra's tongue work on my pussy.  When I'd taken all that
I could I lifted her head up and she looked up at me with her lips
glistening with her saliva and my juices.
	I guided her up till she was laying down on top of me and Paul
was still trying to keep up thrusting into her as we started kissing.
Then he started taking turns thrusting himself into each of us.  He
had us both screaming for him to finish us off in only a few minutes.
	Our kissing had almost come to a complete stop because we
couldn't concentrate long enough to get any where close to each
other's lips without moaning.
	Sandra raised herself up off of me screaming into the air with
a look of so much pleasure on her face it was almost unbelievable.
Then she collapsed ontop of me panting, trying to catch her breath.
Before she'd even pressed her breasts against mine again, Paul was
thrusting viciously into me.
	With each thrust I let out a little scream made of both
pleasure and pain.  Then Sandra, relieved of her tension started
kissing and licking my lips again as I tried to gasp around her
darting tongue.
	Then Paul pulled himself all the way out rubbing himself
against my vulva before taking the plunge again forcing a grunt from
between my lips.  At least before Sandra covered my lips with her own.
	I never would have imagined the heights that Paul could bring
me to.  Not even when I'd watched him make love to Sandra so many
times before.  Then he withdrew himself again, this time when Sandra
and I were rocked it was her that let out a gasp.
	Paul kept it up all night long.  Pleasuring both Sandra and
me.  I was always amazed that any man could have such stamina to be
able to keep up with satisfying two women as needy as Sandra and I
were in bed.
	In fact he was so good, that he had both of us exhausted
before even showing a sign of weakening.  Sandra and I were laying
together when we realized he was ready to for one last round.  But we
were both so close to passing out already.
	But since I was the one on top, I automatically got picked for
the last round.  Paul lifted me up off of Sandra, our pussies giving a
soft smack as the viscosity of our juices broke.
	Then he set me down on my hands and knees.  Sandra grabbed a
couple of pillows and stuffed them under me for support.  But I wanted
to be looking at him when he came so I turned over and laid down on
top of the pillows, both of them raising up my entire backside so that
I was positioned just at the right angle.
	Then he grinned down at me touching my knees with his hands
spreading them apart before he teased me with the head of his cock.
Then after a few moments of both of us moaning he finally thrust into
me.
	His hands locked around my hips pulling me back against him as
he thrust forward into me.  The world was lost to me as I reveled in
the pleasures of him.  Then with one last scream from me and a grunt
from him we both came one last time.
	His liquid love filling me all the way up to my soul before he
collapsed ontop of me.  I kissed him and gently caressed his face
until he'd gotten enough strength back to get off of me and roll
between Sandra--who was already asleep--and me.
	Once he got us both pulled close to him dawn's early light was
just coming in through the windows.  In a warm cozy haze I slipped off
into a peaceful contented slumber.
	Only awaking a few hours later to be loved one more time by
Paul before he went into the bathroom to shower.  I drifted off again
after cuddling up to Sandra who had been given the same precious love
that I had a few minutes earlier.
	When I woke up a little bit later it was to be the receipient
of a wonderful tongue bath.  I didn't even bother to think about it, I
just enjoyed it keeping my eyes closed to revel in the pleasure of it.
	When my pleasurer moved over top of me pressing her breasts
against mine and then kissing me I opened my eyes.  Only, I didn't
find exactly what I thought I would.  Instead of finding Sandra ontop
of me I found Laura.
	I glanced over to the side where Sandra had been and found the
bed empty.  "She's downstairs feeding Anita, and supervising a small
orgy.  She thought that the two of us could maybe have some fun.  She
wasn't wrong was she?"
	I looked at her not sure what to think before finally coming
to a decision.  "No, she wasn't."  Laura gave me a quick smile before
leaning closer again and giving me another kiss.

	The day before New Years eve, I woke up first still wrapped
around my side of Paul, and when I tried to extract myself, I only
woke him up.
	"Where are you going," he whispered pulling me tighter to him.
	"I was going to get a shower."
	"I'll join you," he replied smiling.  I couldn't help but grin
in response.  So after he--more carefully than me--seperated himself
from Sandra we both went into the bathroom.
	He lifted me up kissing my lips while he moved us into the
shower.  Then when I leaned over to adjust the temperature Paul
kneeled down behind me and pressed his lips against my pussy.  I
barely managed to get the temperature set while he kissed and licked
and fingered around my entrance.
	When I'd finally gotten the shower started he wouldn't let me
up.  Instead I got to lean against the wall for support.
	A little bit later, his hands gently carressed up the outside
of my hips, until he had them firmly holding me from moving around.  A
moment later his touch disappeared from my entrance.  And when I
turned to look back and see what he was doing he was just starting to
rub the head of his monsterous penis over me.
	Then very gently he eased it into me.  Slowly filling up every
last single inch of my insides.  His hands started gently moving up my
sides carressing the sides of my breasts then when he pulled them back
he pulled me with him, pulling me onto his shaft even more.
	He did that until I was nearly screaming with pleasure.  Then
when he slid his arms up my sides this time instead of pulling me back
against him he lifted me up.  So that I was in a standing position,
only my feet weren't touching the ground.  And the only way he was
supporting me was by his heavy prick.
	His arms slithered over me, one coming up to caress my breasts
while the other one dove, and found my clitoris.  I sighed and moaned
and squirmed in Paul's loving arms, surrendering myself to all the
pleasure of being with him entailed.
	His lips kissed and his tongue slithered over my neck until he
started sucking on it.  Then I felt him sink his teeth into me, just
like he had in the change room.  And it felt equisite getting even
closer to him.
	Then he did the same thing on the other side of my neck,
kissing and sucking and then slowly sinking his teeth into me.  I
tried my best to stay still but the pleasure was almost unbearable to
take stand still, so I couldn't help rocking around on his cock.
	He groaned as he gave my neck one last kiss.  Then he lifted
me off of him completely.  I quickly turned around to see why he'd cut
it so close.  "Don't pout," he whispered backing me into the shower
wall.  "Were not done yet."  Then he touched my thighs and I parted
them for him while he kneeled a little bit to position himself between
my legs and then he stood up, lifting me up off the floor again.
	I wrapped my arms and legs around him trying my best to hump
back against him, but he had me so close to the wall I could barely
move.  But he did, boy did he.  He was carrying me well over the edge
before I even had a chance to see it coming.
	"I love you Rebeca," he grunted thrusting into me one last
time, spilling his love inside of me.
	"I love you too," I sighed back leaning into his neck.  "You
know something."
	"What?"
	"I don't think I've had as much fun in the shower before," I
laughed before kissing him again.
	"Well then, let's consider it only the first of many," he said
smiling before backing off so he could kiss my lips.  Only before he
did he looked into my eyes, then he grinned even more and I got a more
passionate kiss than I had expected.
	When he finally set me back down on the floor he went about
lazily washing me.  But he did an amazing job at it.  Then I returned
the favour, smiling as I kissed and touched every inch of his body.
	"Well, I guess we should call an end to this, we've already
gone through so much water."
	"I guess," I replied softly, watching as he shut off the water
before we left the shower stall.
	"Besides, the sooner I get back to work, the sooner I get to
come home and enjoy tomorrow's day off.  Where do you think we should
spend it?"
	"I've got a few ideas," I said grinning up at him before
kissing his chest.
	"And I'll bet Sandra's got a few of her own too."
	"I hope so."
	"Oh, I guess I should tell you so it's not a surprise."
	"Tell me what?"
	"Angela, Lorena, Clark, Dick, and Samantha will be coming over
tomorrow too."
	"You mean like Christmas eve with Laura and Brad?"
	"Yes.  Lauara and Brad would come too, but, it's there day of
the year."
	"What does that mean?"
	"It means that's the day of the year that the two of them
spend alone togther."
	"Do you and Sandra have one?"
	"Yes, it's our birthday."
	"Do...we have one?"
	"I don't know," he said grinning.  "Do you want one?"
	"Yes."
	"All right, then what about this one.  The day you jumped out
of that box and told me that you wanted to be my love slave?"
	"That'd be perfect," I said smiling before pulling myself up
to kiss his lips.
	"That is, if you want to stay," he said softly after we'd
stepped out of the tub and he'd started drying me off.
	"Of course I want to stay!" I said looking down where he was
kneeling infront of me drying my feet.
	"Does that mean you'll marry us?"
	"Paul, I would have thought you would have already guessed the
answer to that.  Of course I will."
	"All right, when?"
	"Well...when do you want to?"
	"As soon as possible."
	"That's fine with me," I said smiling, before he picked me up
and spun me around in a hug.
	"God I love you so much!"
	"What's going on," Sandra asked standing in the doorway.
	"Well," Paul said setting me down, "Rebeca's said yes."
	"Yes?  To what?"
	"Do you remember the question we asked her on Christmas?"
	"Paul, I asked her alot of questions on Christmas.  What are
you grinning about?"
	"What was the big question we asked her, together?"
	"You mean..." she said turning wide-eyed at me.  Sleep totally
gone from her face.
	"Yes, yes, yes!"
	"That's...that's wonderful!" she shouted before wrapping her
arms around me and kisssing me.  "I'm so glad!  This is going to be
wonderful!  You won't regret it, I promise."
	"I don't want that kind of a promise.  All I want, is your
love.  And your's too Paul!  Because I love you two both so much!"
	"Well, you've got it!" they both said together.
	"We should celebrate," Sandra said excitedly.
	"I can't, I can't take today off, when I've got tomorrow off.
Besides, Rebeca and I have already kind of celebrated a little.  But
you two go ahead.  I'll be home right after work though," Paul said
giving us each a steamy kiss before leaving the bathroom.
	"I hope your well rested beacause I'm going to give you a day
to remember," Sandra said giving me another kiss pressing herself even
tighter against me.
	"Shouldn't we save some energy for tomorrow though?"
	"Tomorrow?"
	"Everyone coming over, ring a bell."
	"You know about tomorrow."
	"Yes, Paul just told me."
	"Are you sure you want to be in that," Sandra asked stepping
back away from me a little.
	"Why wouldn't I?"
	"Well, because tomorrow's going to be a lot less controlled
than when it was with Brad.  This is Clark and Dick were talking
about, and if you're there, they're going to want some time inside of
you.  Maybe even giving you some of their seed."
	"They wouldn't just let me be with Paul?"
	"No.  We'll proably form some sort of a line.  All us girls
getting a turn at the guys before they go on to the next one.  You
don't have to Rebeca, but you can if you want, you are part of the
family.  A complete part since Paul took you."
	"What?"
	"You haven't noticed, today you're nearly completely one of
us," she said turning me towards the mirror, and sure enough instead
of one pair of glowing golden eyes there were two.
	"Well, then, I guess there's going to be one more woman in
line this year," I said looking back at her.
	"Good, there's no sense you missing out on the fun.  But I'm
going to have to teach you some things first."
	"I think I know how to be in an orgy Sandra, it's not that big
of a deal."
	"No, not that, things like how not to get pregnant."
	"I can get a bio-implant by tomorrow."
	"No you're not.  We can control our fertility."
	"What!"
	"Well, you see...."

	By the mid-night the next night I was entangled in a mass of
limbs, and naked bodies, and it was only beginning to die down.
Sandra, Lorena and Samantha were both already curled up with each
other asleep leaving Angela and myself alone with all three of the
men.
	I was on my hands and knees with Dick deep down my throat, and
his strong hands squeezing my tits.  At the same time Clark was
pounding into my pussy from behind tightly gripping my hips so I
couldn't move away, like there was even a chance of me going anywhere.
	Angela let out a squeal of delight and I couldn't help but
pull Dick's cock out just to get a look at Paul on top of her ramming
his big cock into her warm sweet pussy.  The sight of it just made me
all the more anxious to reach another orgrasm.  I turned back to
Dick's cock and started sucking on it with gusto while bucking backing
onto Clark's cock.
	I'd never done anything like that night in my life, the most
number of people that I'd ever spent time in a bed with was two, Paul
and Sandra, and Sandra and Laura.  Seven people in a bed was something
else entirely.
	But even as I collapsed to the bed exhausted an hour later
cuddling up against Paul, I knew that I would be very loved for the
rest of my life.

	I was married into the Carlson family about two weeks later,
in a complete Carlson ceremony, including the hunt if any of you are
curious, and I've got to admit making love to Paul after that was
thrilled me right to the core.

	Our honeymoon lasted about a week and a half, with Sandra
joining us after we'd had the first day all to ourselves.  And for
almost the entire time I wasn't left alone for more than ten minutes
by the two of them.
	When ever one of them got tired, the other took up the slack,
and then they switched.  By the end of it all I was so exhausted I
slept for nearly three days.
	Now it's a couple of months later, and Sandra and I are
expecting to become mothers soon (mine and Paul's child).  I'm happier
than I've ever been in my life, and I don't think there will ever be
an end in site, and that makes me all the more happier.
	Now, if you'll excuse me, Sandra and I are anxious to tell
Paul and he's just coming through the door, so bye for now.




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