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   I had moved into my condo earlier in the year, and spent the past few
months getting settled and getting my business established, furnishing the
place, setting up the office, traveling to see clients etc.  etc.  in short
I've been working my ass off.  I'm Tim Barnes and I have a computer
consulting business that I run from my home.  I'm 38 years old, 6' 1", 195
pounds, sandy blond hair medium cut, and I'm in pretty good shape.  I don't
have six-pac abs or a 10" cock but all-in-all I'm not bad to look at.  I
try to run everyday and workout two or three times a week.  I was married
once but it didn't take.  It wasn't really anyone's fault, we just didn't
see eye to eye on some things, the major one of course was sex.  I believe
that sophisticated people can have recreational sex with other people AND,
can be in love with one person and `make love' with them.  They are two
separate relationships.  She, on the other hand and probably most women
think married people should only have sex with their spouses.  It wasn't
cheating that pushed us apart, we just realized that we were not compatible
in the long run so we called it quits.

   Now I don't think all married couples should be swingers and I don't
necessarily advocate what some would call an open marriage.  Those
lifestyles are more radical than just having a casual fling once on a
while. Couples, whether married or not should think seriously before they
go down that path.  However, I do think that there are those times and
circumstances when a mutual attraction develops that just shouldn't be
ignored.  And that rational, loving spouses can discuss such outside
attractions and agree to have a fling occasionally.  When there is a
situation where hands are on body parts and the clothes are coming off, do
it, and we can discuss it later!

   Anyway I've been working my ass off getting the business started and now
I decided to take a break.  I took a book to read, covered myself with
sunscreen and sat down beside the condo association pool.  The two
buildings that make-up the association contain 96 units, four to each
floor. So the pool is large and usually fairly crowded especially now
during summer.  This day there was a group of about 10 teens playing some
tag game near where I sat.  There were about an even number of boys and
girls and as I observed, it looked like the appropriate amount of touching
and groping was happening also.  As I remembered from my own teen years
these were great opportunities to begin to find out what the other sex's
body parts felt like.  In short I thought it was good clean, normal fun. 
Before I got into my book I laid my head back and started to doze, then
suddenly there was a high pitched female yelp/shriek "stop-it!" I looked to
see what was going on and I could see two guys around a girl who seemed to
be making the noise.  She pushed away from them and got out of the pool and
walked to a chaise near where I was sitting.  She seemed a little upset,
but none the worse for wear that I could tell.  She was however a totally
gorgeous young woman.  I guessed she was about 16 or 17 but with an almost
adult body.  She was about 5 feet tall slim with dirty blond hair that
would come down almost to her shoulders it it weren't wet and plastered to
her head as it now was.  Her skin was lightly tanned, smooth and clear.  He
nose was small and tilted up just a bit.  Her lips not full and yet seemed
inviting.  Her breasts were small but deliciously noticeable, perhaps an
A-cup, her nipples apparently firm and pointy, pushing at her bikini top.
Her waist was slender and accentuated the flair of her hips.  Not exactly
womanly hips yet but far from a little girl's figure.  I'm not normally
attracted to kids but she was not really a kid any more, at least not
physically.  She wore a tiny yellow bikini and her ass was something to die
for.  She was a real cutie.

   She didn't seem to notice that I was there.  She sat on the chair and
mumbled something I couldn't hear and then seemed to shudder a little.  As
I watched she dried herself with a towel and began getting her things
together to leave the pool area.  As she stood to leave the two guys came
out of the pool to stand in front of her and said, "Oh come on Amy, we
didn't mean anything, we were just playing around, come back in the pool."

   "No," she said, "I'm finished with the pool for today, I'm going home."

   As she started to walk away one of the guys took hold of her arm and
began to pull her towards the pool, "Oh Amy!  Come on, come back in the
pool."

   "NO!  I said I'm going home!" she said, struggling to free herself from
his grip.

   She tried to pull away as he pulled her towards the pool.  I thought
things had gone far enough so I stood and said, "OK guys back off.  She
said she wants to leave now.  No means NO!"

   All three heads snapped towards me and looked at me for the first time.
Both guys dropped her arms and immediately turned away back to the pool. 
She nodded shyly to me and said "thanks." Then she turned and left the
area. I sat back down and started to read.  Soon when I looked up again,
all the kids were gone and this end of the pool was empty.

   A few days later after spending the morning working on a proposal for a
prospective client, I went back to the pool; it was time for another day
off.  When I entered the pool area I noticed that Amy, I remembered her
name from the week before, was there again.  She smiled at me and when she
waved to me I waved back and sat down.  I saw Amy turn and start talking to
another female sitting next to her.  This one was the adult version of Amy.
She was even more gorgeous than Amy.  She looked like she could be Amy's
older sister.  The same features just a little taller, a little fuller, and
a little older.  What a very striking woman!  I was immediately interested
in getting to know her better.  I had dated a few women since moving in but
there was no particular 'friend with benefits' right now and it had been a
while since I had enjoyed the exploration of a female body.

   As I settled in to my chaise, they both got up and came towards me.  God
what a pair!  I'm at a loss for words to describe them.  Beautiful does not
begin to tell the story.  Nor does gorgeous nor ravishing nor stunning. 
All those words together are only the start of their description.  There is
so much more to tell and so few words that seem good enough to express it.
Two beautiful women wearing stunning bikinis, on two absolutely gorgeous
bodies, walking towards me on long slender perfectly toned and tapered
legs..  It was enough to make a guy's heart flutter.  And his hard-on
flutter too.  I think every guy in the area watched them glide around the
corner of the pool to stand in front of me.

   I immediately stood.  The older woman, reached out her hand to shake
mine and said, "Hi - I want to thank you for rescuing Amy last week.  She
tells me you are her knight in shining armor.  I'm Amy's mom, I'm Karen,
Karen Wilson."

   "Ah... Umm...  Ah... BA... You...  You are her mom!!??" I sputtered, I
couldn't believe she was old enough to have a 16 or 17 year old daughter.

   She chuckled, "Yes, I am."

   "I Uh!  Umm, Ah," I stammered some more, trying to get my brain started.
I couldn't help myself I quickly looked her up and down or down an up. 
"Oh, well, more like her night in sunscreen," I laughed, finally getting a
coherent thought articulated.

   Karen was quite an eye-catcher after all.  With dirty blond hair and
emerald green eyes on a tanned athletic 5' 5" frame.  Her breasts were not
large, maybe 32B's.  They were perched high on her chest with nipples which
were trying to poke themselves through her bikini top.  Her little flat
tummy sloped gently down to the top of her thong bikini bottom.  A narrow
waist that I thought I could span with my two hands flared out into perfect
hips.  Her legs were lithe and smooth, and tightly muscled like runner's
legs.  Finally tiny feet with bright red toenails tucked into white
sandals. When I got back to her eyes there was an impish grin on her lips.
"Do I pass inspection," she asked

   I swallowed hard, "Um, Ahh, Oh God yes, Please excuse me, I've
embarrassed myself.  If you don't mind me saying so you're gorgeous.  You
both are gorgeous!  I can't believe you are mother and daughter."

   "We don't mind you saying so at all, it's just what we like to hear. 
Amy said you were kind-of-a hunk, now I see why.  We think you are gorgeous
too.  Don't we Amy?" A straight forward woman, who isn't afraid to say what
she thinks.  I like that.

   I looked over to Amy and caught her looking me down and up.  She blushed
and when her gaze got back to my eyes and shyly said, "yeah."

   I was immediately attracted to Karen, and it seemed that the attraction
was mutual.  We sat and talked for an hour or more.  I learned that her
husband had died in a traffic accident five years ago.  It was hard on both
of them but maybe more so for Amy.  She adored her dad and still missed
him. They were OK financially from life insurance and a big settlement from
the company of driver of the truck that killed him.  As we talked Amy went
back to the pool and was horsing around with what looked like the same
group of kids that were there the other day.

   "Was Amy OK the other day when she got home?  It looked like maybe there
was a little groping going on in the pool."

   "Yes, she was fine, just a little pissed that the boys were so grabby
and rough.  She really kinda likes the attention but she thinks the boys
are too pushy.  She only 13 so hasn't had much experience with boys yet. 
She wants to learn, but she doesn't like them always grabbing at her,"
Karen said, "I guess if they were a little more considerate and less boyish
she would be a lot more receptive.

   "Really?  Amy is only 13?  I thought she might be 16 or 17.  She is a
such a gorgeous, mature looking girl.  If I were in the pool with her I'd
probably be grabby too," I said.

   "Oh?  You like young girls, are you one of those?" she smirked.

   "Uuungh," I stammered, "I'm not really, but then I could make an
exception for her.  She is a remarkable beauty."

   "What about me, What am I chopped liver," she giggled.

   "Oh God what have I talked myself into," I grinned.

   "Well I'll tell you what.  If you take us to dinner tonight, we will, I
will forgive you.  Is that a deal?" Straight forward again, right to the
point.

   Never one to miss an opportunity like this I said, "I'd give anything to
take you both to dinner, and I know just the place.  How about I pick you
up about seven?"

   "Mmmm seven will be prefect," she grinned, "You say you would give
anything for a date with us?  I'll keep that in mind."

   We talked a few more minutes, Amy came over to us in her wet bikini.  I
could see just a hint of camel-toe at her crotch and I started to embarrass
myself again with another hard-on.  Damn I gotta quit thinking like this,
she's only 13.  They both looked at my embarrassment and smiled.  We all
left the pool area each making plans for later.

   TWO

   Karen's condo was in the other building, and two floors above mine.  I
rang the bell at seven on the dot and heard "Come on in Tim," from the
inside.  The door was unlocked so I pushed it open and stepped into the
small foyer.  The units are all basically the same floor plan, two
bedrooms, two bathrooms and a combination living room/dining-room/kitchen.
There are four condos on each floor one in each corner of the building. 
You enter into a small foyer with the second bathroom off to one side and a
short hallway leading to the master bedroom on the other side.  Ahead a
hallway angled left or right leads past the second bedroom into the
combination living room/dining-room/kitchen.  The floor plans are flipped
so that the entry's are near the elevators in the center of each floor and
the living rooms are in the corners.  A balcony runs all the way around the
outside from the master bedroom at one end to the second bedroom on the
other, with the living room in the corner.  Doors in each bedroom and the
living room open out to the balcony.

   "Have a seat in the living room Tim we will be out in just one second,"
I heard Karen say, "and help yourself to a drink if you want."

   I looked at the small bar and found an open bottle of Johnnie Walker -
Black sitting there, "Hmm this lady knows what I like," I thought to
myself. I poured a splash into a glass and was taking a sip when I heard
"TA-DAH" behind me.

   I turned and saw Karen and Amy standing at the kitchen end of the room
and I gasped at the beautiful spectacle.  If I thought the visions I had
had at the pool were indescribable, I really hadn't seen anything yet. 
They stood side-by-side and I almost had to look twice to be sure which was
Amy and which was Karen.  Their hair was swept up at the back into a French
Twist thing, They were both in short cocktail dresses with tiny straps over
their bare shoulders, bare legs and sandals.  The dresses were molded to
their bodies without a wrinkle in sight.  And there were no VPL's (visible
panty lines) so if I wasn't mistaken, either a thong or NO panties.  Karen
wore black and Amy Hot Pink.  I detected nipples poking at the fabric of
each bosom so probably no bras either!  "My GOD," I said breathlessly, "you
two are just perfect!"

   "Mmmmmm, That's exactly the reaction we were working for," said Karen,
"what do you think Amy, does he look worthy of us, you think we should let
him take us to dinner?" I had dressed in light yellow golf shirt, brown
slacks and tan jacket and loafers.  "Oh yessss," hissed Amy, "I think he
looks perfect."

   "Well then Mister Barnes, that settles it!  I think you look delicious,
so you have a date," Said Karen.  "Where are you taking us?"

   I had done some consulting work for a very popular, classy little
restaurant near the beach.  In the process the owner Eddie Lake and I had
developed a close friendship.  I usually don't let myself get too
personally close to my clients, but Eddie and I seemed to have clicked from
the beginning and we became close friends.  We became even closer when I
met his wife Jean, and learned that, as a couple they sometimes liked to
invite friends into their bedroom.  Eddie is a very large black man about
6'3" and I guess 240 pounds.  Jean is the opposite, 5' 6" and maybe 120
pounds.  But together they are a sexy couple.  They love each other dearly.
They love to love each other and they love to watch each other enjoy loving
other people.  I had attended some very hot parties with them and one of
the women I had dated.  And watching Jean bouncing up and down on Eddie's
large cock was as exciting as feeling her bounce up and down on mine.

   "I know just the place, I'm taking you to Eddie's on the beach."

   "Oh, I know it," said Karen, "but without a reservation we might have a
long wait, it's usually very crowded.  Did you make a reservation?'

   I knew that when Eddie was told I was there we would be seated
immediately.  He had instructed his staff that whenever I showed up he was
to be notified.  "No let's just go and see; if we have to wait a few
minutes, I will be the envy of every guy in the bar while we wait."

   `OK smooth talker, lets go," said Karen!

   THREE

   As expected Eddies was crowded.  There was a line of people waiting to
put their names on the list at the Maitre'd desk.  Karen and Amy waited
while I stood in line to get my name listed.  I saw that Jean was on the
desk tonight, and when I got there she looked up, squealed my name and came
around the desk to give me a hug and kiss with a lot of tongue.  Which I
returned eagerly.  When I returned to where Amy and Karen waited, Karen
looked at me with a twinkle in her eye and asked, "Do you know her or are
you just irresistible to all women?"

   "Uh... I... uh... she's the owners wife, I did some work for Eddie in
the past and I met her then.  I've gotten to be good friends with her and
Eddie."

   "We could tell, you will have to tell me about the work you did for them
sometime," she grinned.

   We were immediately shown to a table in a corner at the back of the
restaurant, not secluded but away from the traffic and very quiet.  As we
walked through the place you could hear the conversations pause, and you
could see the eyes, especially the men, follow our progress.  God these two
looked hot walking before me with their little asses twitching with each
step.  The hostess seated us and soon a waiter was filling water glasses
when Eddie came bursting around the corner and said very loudly, "Who the
hell let you in here you bum?  I told them up front to never let you in
here again.  I even posted your picture at the desk to be sure everyone
would recognize you!"

   The conversations in the room stopped entirely and every eye was looking
at the scene at our table.  Karen and Amy both had shocked - surprised
expressions on their faces.  I slowly stood, moved to just a few inches in
front of Eddie, and stood nose to nose with him.  I glared in his face for
a second, then said just as loudly; "I can't believe this place is still
open you big ugly son-of-a-bitch, I thought the health department would
have closed you down long ago when they found the dead rats in your
kitchen." We stood glaring at each other.  I heard someone gasp behind me
and a few close by chairs scraped the floor as people maneuvered to get out
of the way while everyone waited for the explosion to happen.  Then neither
of us could pretend any longer.  I laughed and then hugged the big oaf.  He
hugged me back and everyone in the room exhaled audibly, laughed and
settled back to their conversations.

   I introduced Karen and Amy to Eddie, and Karen gushed about how much she
liked the restaurant and how happy she was to meet the `famous' owner.  I
could see the wheels turning in Eddie's head while he was wondering how I
knew these two gorgeous creatures and whether we were more than just
friends.  We explained that we had just discovered that we were neighbors
and were just getting acquainted ourselves.  I think both Amy and Karen
were a little awed by meeting the 'owner' of Eddie's and by how huge but
gentle seeming he was.  And Eddie was, I think a little in awe of the
gorgeous creatures I had brought to his place.

   After a few minutes Amy started looking at the menu in front of her and
Eddie took her menu away and said, "no sweet thing, you let Eddie fix you a
special dinner.  Does everyone like seafood?  I have some fresh Flounder,
caught this morning and I'd love to prepare it for you.  OK?" Eddie is a
trained chef and still does at least some of the cooking at the restaurant.
And he's very good.  He insisted on making a special dinner for us and that
it was on the house.  I argued, weakly, because I knew it wouldn't make any
difference.  We had a wonderful meal and both Eddie and Jean sat and
chatted with us over coffee and after-dinner drinks.  Karen and Jean seemed
to like each other.  They were both amazed to learn that Amy was only 13,
just as I was earlier.  And it pleased Amy that people thought she was
older.  Karen had even allowed her a small glass of wine with dinner.

   After dinner I took the ladies home and we sat and talked while I had
another Johnnie Walker - Black.  Soon Amy said she was going to bed and
`leave you two alone' she gave her mom a kiss and then kissed my cheek too.
Then she disappeared around the corner.  I looked at Karen and she patted
the couch beside her and said, "Come sit.  I want to tell you something
important." I sat.

   "After Jim died it took a while, but I finally realized that life must
go on.  For me but especially for Amy.  I dated a few men, and I guess I
measured them all against my memories of Jim.  And none of them measured
up. I want you to know that because I think I feel something very different
with you.  We haven't known each other long, and I don't want to scare you
away by moving too fast, but I feel that you might someday be very
important to Amy and me and I don't want there to be any secrets if that
does happen.  I like you and I think Amy likes you also."

   Before she could continue I said, "I'm glad to hear that you think this
might be something special because I feel that way too.  And I don't want
anything to get in the way of that either.

   She paused for a moment thinking obviously about what was on her mind,
then said, "I am not usually so straight forward but I feel that I don't
want to waste a lot of time getting to know you better.  So I hope you
aren't put off if I seem pushy or forward.  I'm a very sexual person and I
have had sex with a few men I've dated.  I don't know when or if we are
going to have sex but I have had a few drinks tonight and I find you to be
very exciting."

   "I will never take advantage of any situation, and I didn't ever assume
that we might get to that point on a first date or ever for that matter. 
But I want you to know that I think you are the sexiest, most exciting
person I have ever met and I am very attracted to you."

   We kissed.  Tentatively at first and then more eagerly.  Her arms went
around my neck and pulled me to her and I turned to bring our bodies
together.  Our lips parted and our tongues began to wrestle in each others
mouths.  I don't remember how long that kiss lasted but we were both kinda
out of breath when we pulled apart.  Her eyes were glassy and I'm sure mine
were also, she said.

   "Wow, that was a kiss to remember.  Let me get my breath.  I want to be
sure you understand.  I don't know why I'm telling you this 'cause I hardly
know you but, Jim and I had what I guess could be called an open
relationship.  We had great sex together!  Sometimes we were attracted to
other people, we usually talked about it first and then if he or I didn't
have any objection we would go ahead and do it, we would have sex, let's
use the word, we would fuck with that other person.  Sometimes we would be
with other people before we talked with each other but not often.  I would
love to have that kind of relationship again.  What do you think?  Am I a
tramp?"

   "I don't know you very well, yet, but you are clearly no tramp in my
eyes.  If this is true confession time, then I want you to know a few
things about me also.  I too like sex.  I like it a lot!  I really
appreciate sexy women like you.  I like to flirt a lot with lots of women.
I guess some people would say that I have a roving eye."

   Karen looked at me with one eyebrow raised, "Just flirting?' she asked.

   "No, sometimes more than just flirting," I said, "I think you should
know now.  I am a very friendly guy.  I don't necessarily go looking for
sex, or to cheat on anyone but I think that if there is a situation where
emotions are hot and the clothes are coming off, go with it, and we will
discuss it later!"

   "Are you telling me that you might want to be with other women even if
we were committed to each other?"

   I looked straight into her beautiful eyes, "I don't want to ever be
anything but honest with you.  It was a discussion exactly like this that
caused my ex-wife and I to decide that there was no future for us together,
but yes, there might be situations where I would want to have sex with
other women."

   Karen sat for a moment just looking at me, not speaking, then she smiled
and said, "I couldn't have said it better.  I feel exactly the same way.  I
was thinking of how I was going to tell you much the same thing."

   I took her in my arms and we kissed deeply.  It was a kiss that was like
no other I had ever experienced.  I felt a connection, a something that I
still can't describe, I felt a closeness and partnership with Karen then
that left me breathless.  I knew at that moment that she was the other half
of me.  I hadn't thought that I was a partial being, a partial existence
but that kiss showed me, showed us what was missing in our lives.  She felt
it too I know because we talked about it later.  Our tongues wrestled with
the other.  I caressed her breast and she moaned deep in her throat.  As
the kisses heated up, I eased the dress straps off from her shoulders and
pulled her dress down to her waist freeing her breasts to be kissed too.  I
love tiny titties and these were perfect.  Her pink nipples were hard like
little pebbles and poked up from her aureole.  I moved the kissing from her
lips to her neck to her nipples, sucking and gently nipping with my teeth.
As I was kissing I moved my hand down across her tummy toward her crotch
and she opened her legs to give me room.  I slid my hand up her thigh under
her dress and discovered there were no panties.  Her pussy was sopping wet
as I rubbed her clit and pushed a finger inside.  Her hips started gentle
fucking motions impaling herself on my fingers trying to get them further
up inside her hot, juicy vagina.  Then little shudders as she began a
series of mini-cums, until she froze and clamped her thighs together in a
much bigger orgasm.  After a minute she relaxed and opened her eyes.  I
curled my fingers up toward the front of her vagina.  I found what I was
looking for and gently rubbed/scratched her "G" spot.  She had a wild look
in her eyes and again clamped her thighs together, trapping my hand and
fingers in her vice.  She said huskily, "I don't usually fuck on the first
date, but take me to bed.  Take me to bed and fuck me.  Fuck me hard. 
Please do it now!"

   She led me to her bedroom practically running down the hallway.  I
looked into Amy's room as we passed it but it seemed that she was asleep.
Karen flipped the covers down on her king-sized bed and dropped her dress
around her ankles, while I finished taking off my pants, shoes and socks.
Her body was breathtaking but I didn't take much time admiring it as she
was urging me to hurry.  She lay back on the bed her feet flat on the bed
and her knees in the air, spread wide.  She started stroking her pussy and
clit as I climbed between her legs and pushed my face into her pussy.  Her
body jerked and she let out a long, low groan and tried to lift herself
closer to my tongue.  I spent a few seconds there, then I continued down to
the bottom of her slit, and stuck my tongue in as far as it would go.  Hers
was as sweet a pussy as I have ever tasted.  And I love to eat pussy.  She
had a nice fresh clean smell and taste.  I licked up to her clit sucked it
and then down again, pressing the tip of my tongue to her rosebud asshole.
Her hips jerked up so I could tongue her ass.  "Oh Yesssss lick me there...
no stop...not now ... fuck me!!" She reached and grabbed my arms and pulled
me up so we were face to face.  And said loudly, "FUCK ME NOW.  FUCK ME
HARD.  FUCK ME LONG.  PLEASE FUCK ME." I was afraid Amy would hear her so I
clamped my mouth over hers and reached between us to put my cock at her
opening.  I eased my hips forward and slowly slid my seven-inch cock
full-length into her.  Her pussy fit my cock like a glove, it seemed like
it was caressing my cock from one end to the other.  I started stroking,
with long, slow, steady strokes deep fucking her.  I had learned early on
that starting slow and letting my partner get warmed up was always better
than slam-bam thank-you ma'am.  She was urging me faster and I obliged
gradually fucking faster and harder.  Then I switched to short quick
strokes, and then back to long slow strokes.  With each stroke I could feel
my cock bumping her cervix.  She started fucking her hips up to meet my
thrusts we were a fucking machine.  Each receiving from and giving to the
other.  It was an incredible experience for me and I hoped for her too. 
Then she started arching her hips up toward me bouncing off the mattress,
her hips fucking back at me a mile a minute.  "Oh GOD YESSSSS... its sooo
good OH GOD I'm cumming, I'm cumming, I'm cuuuuuummmmminnnnnggggg," she
shouted, while her body stiffened and then just froze for a few seconds. 
With one last thrust deep into her pussy I shot my load and the walls of
her vagina milked my cock dry.  It was incredible.  I rested over her for a
few moments, supporting my weight on my arms, letting the tingling in my
cock and belly ease away.  My cock popped out of her as I rolled off her
and lay on the bed beside her.  She was still muttering `so good... so
good' along with little moans and sighs.  We rested for several minutes not
talking, both of us just reliving the experience.  For me it was the most
exciting, fulfilling sex that I had had.

   As we gradually returned to the present, I wondered if maybe I should
leave and go home so Amy wouldn't find me here in the morning.  I had no
doubt that she knew we might have sex when she left us but I didn't know
how it would be in the light of a new day.  Karen said no that it was OK to
stay the night, that Amy had seen similar mornings in the past and didn't
have any problem with it.  With that she rolled on to her side and spooned
into me.  "Move over a little" she said, "there is a big wet spot here that
I don't want to sleep on." I moved and she moved with me.  I put my arm
over her and she took my hand and put on her breast.  She muttered 'so
good... so good...' and we both drifted off to sleep.

   FOUR

   "Oh!  Eeeuuu!  Look at the mess you two made here." I opened my eyes in
the morning and saw Amy in her pajamas getting into bed on the other side
of her mom.  I was a little startled that she was there and could see that
we were still nude.  And I had my normal morning wood.  Karen woke too and
smiled at her daughter, "Good morning sweetie did you sleep well?"

   "G'Morning, yea after you finished all that screaming I slept OK."

   "Oh sorry sweetie I didn't realize we so noisy."

   "Oh pooh you are not either sorry," Amy teased.

   "You're right I'm not sorry," laughed Karen

   "Are you going to fix me some breakfast or am I gonna starve this
morning."

   "I'll be there in just a minute, you go to the kitchen and start a pot
of coffee.  We will be right out."

   "OK but don't you start anything or you will never get out of bed
today," giggled Amy.

   "You sassy little scamp get out of here," Karen swatted her butt.

   "Owww!  Child abuse!  You saw it Tim you are my witness!"

   "Me?  I didn't see anything, I didn't hear anything.  I know
noottthhhiiinnng!" I joined the teasing in my best Schultz imitation.

   We all laughed and Amy went out.  Karen turned to me and we kissed,
"Uggghhh, morning breath, sorry about that" she said, "but I wanted to kiss
you and thank you for last night that was the best sex I've had since Jim
died."

   "It was my pleasure you certainly don't have to thank me for what we had
together.  It was the best sex I've ever had.  Thank you!  I'm sorry Amy
saw me like this."

   "It's OK.  I want her to learn more about men.  She is usually shyer
around men.  She has never come in here like this when a man was here,
maybe she likes you.  I know I do." She leaned in and kissed me again, this
time with a lot of tongue and we didn't even notice the morning mouth.  I
cupped her breast and lightly pinched a nipple, which immediately stood at
attention looking for more of the same.  Karen moaned and reached down and
started stroking my hard-on when we heard Amy shout from the kitchen, "Are
you two fooling around in there or you coming to breakfast?"

   Karen giggled and whispered, "save this for later" then said to Amy, "we
are coming - right now."

   I went into the bathroom to relieve my bladder and when I returned to
get dressed Karen was gone.  I went into the kitchen and found her there
she was still nude.  I reacted with a quick gasp and a sudden swelling in
my pants.  She explained that they usually were very casual about wearing
clothes at home and would that be OK with me.  Well let me think... two
gorgeous women who seem to like me; want to sometimes be nude around me???
Would that be OK??  Hmmm?  I am pinching myself to be sure this isn't a
dream.  Uh yea I guess that would be OK with me.  Wow my head hasn't
stopped spinning since I met these beautiful creatures.  If this is a dream
I hope I never wake up!  e

   After a light breakfast, Amy left the kitchen while Karen and I chatted.
We heard her shower running and then a little later she came back wearing
the bikini bottoms I had seen the other day but no bra.  I choked on a
mouthful of coffee almost spraying everyone with it.  Her titties were tiny
like her moms just a little smaller, perfect, with hard little pink nipples
in the middle of creamy white triangles where her bikini tops have covered
them.

   "Oh GOD, I must have died and gone to perv heaven." I groaned.  Amy had
a shy little smile on her face, and when I looked at Karen she was looking
at Amy with a raised eyebrow and a cute little smirk on her lips.

   "I think we may have to call 911," she said laughingly.

   Amy asked if she could go to the pool and after getting permission she
put her top on grabbed a towel and was out the door.

   "Well here we are alone again," Karen smiled, "can you think of anything
that might keep us occupied for a little while?"

   "I think I would like to finish what we started when Amy called us to
breakfast," I said.

   "I'd like that, I like the way you think," Karen grinned.

   We went back to her bedroom and once again I shed my clothes while she
lay back on the bed and began fingering herself.  This time I wanted to
worship her so I said, "Just lay back and let me love you OK?"

   I started kissing her lips her eyes her ears her neck slowly and gently
just brushing my lips to her flesh.  I started down her arm to her
fingertips kissing each one.  Then back up the arm to her breast and
nipple. I just couldn't get enough of those nipples.  Kissing and sucking
and nibbling first the right one and then the left.  She was moaning now
and urging me to move faster, telling me she wanted me in her now, but I
continued slowly kissing and caressing.  I kissed lower closing in on her
pussy.  It was still crusty with last nights mixture of my cum and her
juices and as I kissed and licked around her opening I could taste the
combination.  I have tasted cum before, other guys, and my own so I wasn't
the least hesitant to push my tongue into her hole and get a good taste of
us.  We tasted great by the way.  She was fucking her hips up against my
face now begging me to put my cock into her.  Instead I used two fingers to
spread her lips apart so I could stimulate around her clit.  She was
already wet from her secretions but I wanted to suck and caress her clit
and I wanted it to be protruding from its little hood before I took it in
my mouth.  As I moved my lips to her clit and tongued and sucked while I
slid my middle finger into her vagina and felt up to the front and found
her G spot.  When I began to massage it she screamed her first orgasm of
the morning and went rigid under me.  I continued my kissing while she came
down from her high, and kissed down her thigh and let to her feet and toes.
After sucking lightly on each toe I started back up the other leg.  When I
got back to her pussy once again she was fucking her hips up to meet my
tongue, pleading now for me to fuck her.  This time I kissed her clit once
more then rose up and planted my cock into her with one long stroke, clear
to the bottom.  When my cock tip hit her cervix she screamed her second
orgasm and went rigid again.  This time I just stayed in her not moving
until she started to relax again.  I asked her to roll over and she quickly
assumed the doggie position and I entered her again now stroking slowly in
and out of her steaming hot cunt.  Her cunt walls were holding my cock like
a glove not wanting to let me slide too far out.  As I fucked into her I
touched my finger to her rosebud.  I remembered that it had turned her on
when I licked her there last night.  It turned her on again this morning.
She started to tremble and moan anticipating an attack on her ass.  And I
didn't keep her waiting for long.  I was barely able to keep from cumming
long enough to slide my finger deep into her rectum as I thrust my cock
deep into her pussy and unloaded my balls.  She screamed her third, fourth
and more orgasms and collapsed under me.  Taking me down with her to lie
exhausted on the bed.  As I lay there on top of her my cock still embedded
in her I could feel her shudder with mini-cums.  I rolled to her side and
my cock popped out of her.  I could her mumbling softly, 'so good....  so
good.'

   I must have dozed for a while, because the next thing I knew was hearing
muffled voices.  I opened my eyes and found myself alone in her bed.  Karen
had left me there to sleep.  I dressed again, cleaned up in the bathroom
and walked out into the living room.  Amy and Karen (Karen still nude) were
sitting on the couch.  They quit talking and both looked up at me and
smiled.  Karen called me a sleepy head, Amy just looked at me and I decided
that I had clearly been the topic of conversation before I walked in.  I
apologized for falling asleep and we chatted for a few minutes.  I told
them that I had to get back to my place because I had a business
Tele-conference soon and had some more work to do to get ready.  Karen ask
if I had plans for the evening and when I said no she invited me to dinner
with them again, this time here, so they could show me how well the two of
them could cook.  That was fine with me first because I really wanted to
spend more time with these two and second because I guessed that they were
probably good cooks and I needed to eat anyway.

   As I worked that afternoon I couldn't stop thinking about Karen and my
feelings for her and her daughter.  Was I falling in love?  It clearly felt
like nothing I had ever felt before.  But things were moving so quickly. 
Maybe I was in lust rather than love.  I had only known her for a little
more than 24 hours.  But it seemed so right.  She was intelligent, chic,
witty, fun to be with woman.  And what a woman she was.  The sex we had was
wild and urgent but I had felt a mental connection there with her as well
as the physical connection.  Wowie Wowie wow!  What am I doing here and do
I want to commit to a relationship, assuming she wants to move forward with
one?  I had enjoyed my first marriage from the standpoint of companionship
and the sex.  There was someone to talk with, to go for walks with, someone
to share meals with.  I did miss not having a partner.  Finally I decided
that I should just see how things proceeded.  Maybe I was just a fling for
her, but I sensed it was more than that for us both.

   I pushed their door buzzer at six as we had agreed and Karen opened the
door to let me in.  She was nude and incredibly lovely.  Tan lines helped
to enhance her breasts, her nipples tipped up slightly pink and starting to
harden as I gazed at them.  Her pussy too was outlined by her tan lines
with just a strip of the softest, finest hair above her slightly puffy
lips. My cock started to rise immediately.  When I entered the living room
Amy came out of the kitchen also nude.  She was as I've described, a
miniature version of her mom and just as lovely.  She still had that fresh
innocent virginal look about her but you could also detect the smoldering
sexuality that her mom possessed.  I stopped in my tracks for a second
choked back a gasp and my cock finished its rise to full readiness.

   "I see that we meet with your approval," giggled Karen.

   "I... Ah... Uh... Um... yes definitely," I stammered, as I stood there
looking first at Karen then Amy then back again.  I consider myself to be a
fairly worldly guy who isn't often completely at a loss for something to
say.  And I've seen my share of naked bodies.  But this was something for
all time.  I will never forget the vision of these two gorgeous creatures
standing in front of me.  I finally came to my senses and realized that I
was staring and making an ass of myself.

   "My God please excuse me.  Please excuse me for staring, for slobbering
all over your carpet and myself and for mumbling incoherently.  You two are
the loveliest things I have ever seen."

   Karen came to me, pressed her body against mine and gave me a big kiss.
"That was a naughty thing for us to do to you, but we got exactly the
reaction we were looking for," as she pushed her hips against my hard cock.

   "Tim please come here and sit, we want to talk for a minute before we
eat." Karen sat on one end of the couch and Amy on the other.  I was in the
middle.  "Amy and I talked a lot this afternoon.  Were talking when you
left this morning, as I'm sure you saw.  We talked about what happened
yesterday with you.  We talked about where this might lead and we decided
that we like you.  We like you enough to invite you here into our home and
let you see us with our hair down so to speak.  To let you see how we live.
We like you enough to see if things might become more serious between us.
We know that we only met yesterday and that things have moved rather
quickly.  Am I, are we, scaring you yet?"

   "Well I had some long talks with myself today too.  No you are not
scaring me.  I know I feel the same way.  I decided that I miss having
someone else in my life.  I miss the close companionship.  I felt something
last night when we kissed.  I felt that I had discovered a part of me that
I didn't even know was missing.  I think you felt something too.  I feel
something for you both that I haven't ever felt before.  I really want to
see where this might lead us, and I want you both to know that if it
becomes more serious then I am ready to go there."

   Karen turned to me and gave me a big kiss with lots of tongue.  It must
have lasted a full minute.  "OK mom come up for air," giggled Amy.

   Karen pulled back and our eyes locked.  She had a starry eyed look, a
dreamy expression.  No sooner had she pulled back than Amy gave me a
full-mouthed kiss also.  No tongue, but just as enthusiastic.  My cock had
calmed itself slightly while we were talking but now started its rise
again.

   "As you now know Amy and I like to be nude at home.  You are welcome to
be that way too, but don't feel you have to.  Nudism is a very individual
decision.  It is very freeing for us, but it takes some time for some
people to get used to it." She grinned and glanced down at my crotch.  "If
you would rather not it's fine with us, but we are going to be our normal
selves.  Is that OK with you?"

   Growing up at home with my parents, we were never too careful about
wearing clothes or in closing doors.  So while we weren't really nudists, I
was comfortable with nudity and sometimes went nude myself inside my condo.
I had even visited a nude resort not far from here a couple of times. 
Being nude gives you a sense of freedom, and I think it gives you a sense
of confidence that you can't get otherwise.  When you are able to remove
your clothes and move around and be with other people, you just don't get
too hung up about your perception of how your body looks.  But these two
bodies were nothing to be ashamed of.  God what gorgeous nude bodies.

   "Yes I completely understand.  Yes I'm OK with it, you two just took me
by surprise.  And uh... I'm uh - uh I'm ...  just a little indisposed right
now."

   "If you take your clothes off things won't be so crowded in there," said
Amy, looking openly at my crotch.

   Karen laughed, "from the mouth's of babes.  I guess that lets you know
that she's OK with it and you should know by now that I am."

   Not to be out done by these two minxes I stood, turned to face them and
pulled my shirt over my head.  I slowly undid my belt, unbuttoned and
unzipped my fly and dropped my pants around my ankles.  Both sets of eyes
were glued to the bulge in my jockey's.  I turned my back to them and
pushed them down dropping them with my trousers.  Willie popped up into
freedom and I wiggled my ass for them, then slowly turned to face them.

   "Oh my God," Amy breathed.

   "Isn't it beautiful," said Karen, "Amy will you excuse us for a minute I
want to help Tim with this.  Go in the kitchen and finish dinner, Please."

   Amy stood and said, "welcome to our home." She pressed up against me
making sure she pushed against my hard cock, and kissed me again.  Then she
walked away as Karen pulled me into her bedroom and took my cock in her
mouth.  She pulled my hips forward and began sucking and jacking my cock. I
started fucking her mouth then and again we were a sex machine me fucking
her mouth and she sucking my cock deep into it.  As horny as I had become
it took only a few minutes until I shot my load into her mouth.  She caught
every drop and swallowed greedily.

   "Umm God you taste good.  I'm gonna love sucking your cock and
swallowing your cum.  Shall we go eat dinner now, I've already had my
desert."

   We went to the kitchen and Amy was finishing setting the table.  "Did
every thing come out OK," she smirked.

   "Yes it did, and don't be sassy little missy," laughed Karen

   The meal was just a simple home cooked pot roast with potatoes, onions
and carrots, but it was delicious.  I'm not a great cook but not bad
either, but I really don't cook much for just myself and it was a pleasure
to eat good home cooking.  I had forgotten how good it was.  We had a nice
Merlot with the meal and Karen allowed Amy to have a half glass in
celebration of our new "family" as we decided to call our relationship.  It
was the most pleasant experience I'd had in a long time.  I thought I could
get to like this very much.

   After dinner we took the wine bottle and adjourned to the living room
again.  I sat on the couch again with Karen while Amy sat in a big chair
opposite us.  And while she didn't openly flash me, she didn't do anything
to keep me from seeing her cute nearly hairless little pussy.  I glanced at
Karen a couple of times and she seemed to be amused by her daughter's
antics.  So I looked.  I couldn't see any hair on her pubes but her hair
was so blond anyway that I couldn't have seen it from a distance if there
was any.  Her outer lips were tight together, and you could see just a hint
of her clit at the top.  As expected my cock started to rise again so I had
to look away and concentrate on the multiplication tables, and how many
decimal places I could remember for pi, 3.14159 was all I could remember.
It helped.

   I learned that Amy loved school and was an "A" student taking some AP
Math, Science and English classes and was planning on a computer science
degree after high school.  Her best friend's name is Kelly, they both think
boys their age are dopey and they are too grabby and rough.  There are one
or two `older' boys who they think are dreamy.  She and Kelly just finished
eighth grade with another year of middle school before they get to high
school.  This coming year they would be the `seniors' in middle school and
they had every intention of lording it over the lesser students.  Just like
it's been since the dawn of time.

   I learned that Karen had suffered deep depression after Jim had died and
for almost a year friends had kept a close eye on her to be sure she was
OK. It had been only about two years ago that she had started really living
again.  Her best friend was Shannon, they had met before Jim had died and
Shannon and husband Don had been there for Karen ever since.  About a year
ago she had taken a real estate course and was a licensed agent but really
didn't work at it.  It was a part of the healing process part of getting on
with her life.  Her effort to get back in touch with other people.  Looking
at her now, laughing and full of life it was hard to imagine her pain.

   I told them about my consulting business how it was just now starting to
flourish.  How Eddie was one of the first people to trust me and give me a
chance when I was just starting up.

   By now it was getting late and Amy was yawning, "I'm going to bed, will
you two try keeping it down tonight?" she giggled.  Amy stood and came and
stood in front of me.  She nudged my legs apart and then sat on my leg with
her legs between mine.  She leaned forward pressed her right breast into my
chest and gave me a big kiss on the lips.  She tried to put everything into
it and I could sense her inexperience, but I also sensed that she really
wanted to appear very grown up.  I reached my hands up and held her face
and gently gave her a long sweet kiss.  When I let her pull back she had a
starry eyed look in her eyes.  We both looked over at Karen, she had a huge
smile on her face so I thought might live for another day.  Amy said, "good
night Tim I'm glad you are here."

   "Good night sweetheart, I can't tell you how glad I am to be here with
you and your mom.  Sleep tight, don't let the bed bugs bite." She kissed
her mom and disappeared into her bedroom.  I looked at Karen not too sure
what her reaction to all that was going to be.  She looked me in the eye
with a slightly puzzled expression.  I sat there saying nothing waiting for
her.

   "Thank you," she said, "for letting her flirt with you.  You amaze me.
You did just the right thing, when some guys might have been very crude. 
Amy is very mature in some ways and still a little girl in many others, but
she wants so much to be all grown up.  I have tried to be very open with
her about sex topics.  When she has a question she knows that I will answer
truthfully and honestly.  She knows that she can tell me anything and I
will not be judgmental about it.  She knows I have had sex with men I have
dated and as you have seen she likes to flirt.  I have never seen her even
come close to another man or flirted with one the way she was with you
tonight.  I know you don't know it but she has a crush on you, she likes
you a lot.  She was very close to her daddy and she was devastated when he
left us just as I was.  Since then she has been very reserved with men. 
I'm just delighted that she likes you and feels comfortable with you."

   "Don't thank me.  It was my pleasure.  I have to tell you it wasn't an
unpleasant experience for me; she is so cute and sexy though that I nearly
lost it.  Especially now with her kiss."

   "I can see what it did for you, come lets go to bed and I'll help you
with that," Pointing to my raging hard-on.

   We made love that night.  It was slow kissing and caressing - making
love.  I've always believed that there is a difference between fucking and
making love.  One is more of a sharing experience where participants are
trying to give as much pleasure as possible as they receive.  And the other
is more personal, it's each participant for themselves.  Get your own
pleasure and partners are responsible to get their own.  That isn't to say
you have to be in love to make love and it doesn't mean you can't fuck the
one you do love.  Just that one is more oriented towards yourself and the
other more oriented towards your partner.  This night we made love.  Not
that it wasn't intense.  It was very intense.  We sixty-nined, she was on
top, I was on top, doggie, cow girl you name it.  We were expressing our
new-found love for each other in every position we could think of.  I awoke
in the morning to hear Karen and Amy whispering.  Amy had climbed into bed
along side her mom again.  I couldn't hear their words but it seemed to be
very loving between them.  I began to stir and my morning wood brushed
against Karen's delicious ass.  She rolled onto her side facing me.  "Good
morning love," she said.

   It was the first time the `love' word had entered our conversations and
I thought it sounded very nice.  "Good morning to you too, both of you," I
said.  I continued lying on my side trying to be as discrete as possible.
Karen reached between us and started stroking my cock.  It surprised me and
when I jumped she giggled.  She continued to stroke looking directly in my
eyes.  Amy behind her said, "Oh jeez you two never quit, I guess i'll go
start breakfast."

   After Amy left, I said, "I need to go pee.  I'm trying to be discrete
with Amy here."

   "Go pee, we'll talk about that later."

   This morning when I entered the kitchen both Amy and Karen were nude. 
It was almost more than I could take.  I wanted to fuck both of them and it
seemed that they both wanted to fuck me too, although I wasn't sure Amy was
mature enough to make that decision yet.  They both teased me about being
clothed, but I held my ground.  I needed to talk seriously with Karen.  She
seemed to be encouraging Amy to flirt with me, and I was uncertain about
how to react.  I definitely didn't want to screw up whatever was developing
between Karen and I but I was really having trouble keeping my hard-on from
being obvious to Amy.  And from grabbing her and doing something I might
regret.

   Like yesterday after breakfast Amy went to the pool and Karen and I
fucked.  This time it was fucking.  She was so hot and anxious she was
almost like a different person.  She sucked my cock till I came down her
throat then kept sucking till I was hard again.  I don't know where my
endurance was coming from, but I managed to stay with her.  When I was hard
again she asked me if I would take her ass.  How could I refuse one of the
all time best asses I've ever seen, either in person or in videos.  I
loosened her sphincter with my finger then plunged deep into her bowels. 
At the time I didn't know if her ass was cherry but it was as tight as
anything I had ever experienced.  She was fucking back against me faster
and faster, asking me to fuck her deep, fuck her fast, fuck her in the ass.
And I did the best I could.  She shrieked her orgasm and I was certain a
neighbor would call 911 to report it.  I guess no one did `cause the cops
never showed up.  We collapsed, her face down into her pillow, me still
buried in her ass.  I rolled to the side pulling her with me and we fell
asleep with my cock still in her ass.

   We slept again for a few minutes, I don't know long.  When I opened my
eyes, Karen had dislodged my cock and rolled completely over and was now
facing me.  "Hi stud," she whispered.

   "Hi."

   She paused for a moment.  She seemed to be trying to form some thoughts
in her head, then asked, "Are you OK with Amy flirting with you?"

   "Yes I guess so, I know she is just trying to act grown up.  I don't
mind.  But I'm very liable to have some giant erections around her.  I
don't want that to affect us and what we have going here.  I hope you
understand that it's just a natural reaction to a beautiful and sexy young
woman."

   "Would you have sex with her," Karen asked, looking directly into my
eyes.

   As I pondered an answer my cock twitched and started to grow.  It's a
treacherous organ.  Oh shit!  How to answer this.  There aren't many men
alive who would not want to have sex with a teenaged virgin.  And there
aren't many women alive who do not know this.  If I answer no, Karen
wouldn't believe me; if I answer yes would she think I was some pervert
after young girls.  Honesty is the best policy.  "Of course I would.  Any
normal male would be crazy if he said no to Amy."

   "Do you think she's too young for full sex," she asked?

   "I don't know you or Amy as well as I hope to but I think mental
maturity is the key factor in deciding whether or not a person is old
enough to have sex.  Sex must always be a voluntary act.  No one should
ever be coerced or talked into having sex with another person.  It is a
decision that each person must make for himself or herself.  In the case of
younger/older the real question is whether the younger person is truly
mature enough to know what they want for themselves or if they are just
trying consciously or subconsciously to please the older person.  Kids are
very good at intuiting what adults are thinking and what adults want them
to do.  Obviously physical maturity is a factor also.  A very young girl
can't be expected to physically accommodate an adult cock.  And a very
young person can't be mature enough make a decision like that."

   "Age of consent laws try to legislate the decision, but as usual a law
cannot replace common sense.  Here in Florida, the age is 18.  But there
are hundreds of 18 year old kids who are not mature enough to be having
sex; as evidenced by the number of illegitimate and unwanted babies being
born or fetuses being aborted; and by the epidemic of STD's in the world.
On the other hand there are certainly intelligent younger people who are
mature enough to make a rational decision.  I don't know Amy well as I
said, but I would guess she is in the latter group."

   "On a similar subject, what about sex between parents and their
children," she asked?

   "Well it's really the same answer.  I don't think relationship is a
factor if all parties have made mature, rational decisions to do it.  I
think parents have to be very careful though, because kids are very good at
reading between the lines and knowing what to do to please their parents. A
child might even think they were making a rational decision, when in
reality it was a desire to please mom or dad and not to please themselves.
If all parties have decided for the right reasons to have sex then I think
it doesn't matter as long as pregnancy doesn't result.  There are no good
reasons for children to become parents."

   "I have another confession to make," Karen said, "Amy and I are very
close and she knows she can talk to me about anything.  About a year or so
ago she came home from school and asked me about masturbation.  I explained
what it was, and that it was normal and OK for her or anyone to do it.  She
asked if I did it and I told her yes.  A few days later she asked me if I
would show her how to do it.  She had tried it in her room and didn't think
she was doing it properly.  So we began a learning session where I
demonstrated using my body.  I showed her the parts of the female body, and
how I like to be rubbed and stimulated.  She was duplicating the lesson on
her own body.  God Tim it was so hot.  I didn't want to get aroused but I
did.  I came with a huge orgasm and then explained to her what that was
like.  Since then we have progressed to masturbating each other and doing
oral on each other.  Do you think I am a bad mother?"

   "No!  I don't think you are a bad mother at all.  I think you are a very
good mother.  Kids will learn about sex!  It's just a question of when,
where, and from whom they learn.  There is no better way to learn about sex
than from someone who loves you and wants what's best for you.  Someone who
will take the time to make it enjoyable.  And I don't have any doubt about
how much you love Amy and want what's best for her."

   "Thank you Tim, and now here is the sixty-four dollar question.  She
asked me if you would show her how guys masturbate.  Would you be willing
to do that for her?"

   I had once again let my big mouth put me in a situation where there was
only one way out.  Here was a woman, a mother, who I was falling in love
with, asking me to help her child, the person she loved more than life
itself, to learn about sex.  There was no question in my mind about whether
Amy had made the decision on her own and that she really wanted to learn.
But I paused and considered for a moment.

   "If we start this how far will you want it to go?"

   "As far as you and she want it to go.  As you said, it must always be a
mutual decision."

   Trapped by my own words again.  "you mean it would be OK with you if she
and I had sex?"

   "Yes.  I think I know how you feel about me, about us.  I am not worried
that you will fall in love with Amy and leave me." She grinned.  "Would you
fall for her and leave me?"

   "I don't want anything to sabotage what we have going here.  You
wouldn't be jealous or anything?  Could you know we were having sex and be
OK?"

   "Jim and I used to swing.  We loved each other very much.  And I loved
to watch him with other women and he loved to watch me with other men.  No,
jealousy would not be a problem."

   "Are you sure that Amy is OK with this, I don't want to hurt her in any
way either."

   "Oh yea I'm sure.  She definitely wants to learn about sex and she
definitely wants you and me to help her learn.  She really likes you.  On
the other hand she is still young so we need to do things at her speed,
that is not to push her too fast."

   "I guess we can try and see what happens.  The things we do for the
people we love," I said.

   It was the second time the "L" word had been spoken.  And this time it
was me that used it.

   It surprised her.  Her eyes popped opened wide, "what did you say?"

   "I said I love you too."

   This is my first attempt at writing and I am very interested in your
thoughts about my story.  Thers is more to come, I'm working on sequels. 
If you are so inclined send me an email with your comments. 
41tbarnes@gmail.com