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Jenny's Deja Vu

By: Laurie



Laurie stepped into her apartment and tossed her books into the chair nearest the door as she let the door slam shut behind her. As soon as the books were free from her hand, she was peeling her tee shirt over her head and dropping it to the floor. She continued walking toward the back bedroom and kicked her sandals off as she walked. Once her feet were bare, she was peeling down her shorts and panties simultaneously so that she was completely naked when she arrived at her bed. And, that is the way she collapsed upon it. 

Jesus, she thought to herself. What the fuck did I let Frankie talk me into enrolling in college with her for? I am not cut out for school. The English and American History classes are okay, but for fuck's sake, why am I taking Algebra? I barely passed Algebra in high school. I've certainly no business taking it in college. 
I've no business even being in college at all. God knows what tomorrow will be like when I have to sit through my Accounting class. Shit!

She reached for the pack of Marlboro Reds lying on the table next to her bed and shook a cigarette into her mouth. As she was applying the flame from her lighter to the tip of the cigarette, her phone began to ring. She sucked in a lungful of smoke and blew it out in a stream towards the ceiling before snatching the phone 
and answering, "This is Laurie."

"Hello, my dear."

"PAUL!" Laurie screeched.

"That's me. Now with one less eardrum than I had a moment ago."

"Oh god. This day is not so bad after all. Where are you?"

"I'm at the hotel, here in Dallas."

"Wonderful. I'll get dressed and be right over."

"No. No. Jenny's here."

"She's there? In the hotel? And you risked calling me?"

"No. She's not in the hotel right now. She went shopping with Cleo."

"Yeah," Laurie said with a trace of sarcasm. "Sure she's shopping with Cleo."

"Laurie," Paul scolded.

"Shopping for each other's G-spot maybe."

"Laurie! Stop!"

"Okay. Just teasing. It's not like you don't know they've gone down on each other though."

"Laurie."

"Okay. Okay. I'll stop."

Paul cleared his throat before asking, "Is Frankie there?"

"Nope. She has another class and tennis practice, so she went to the library to study instead of coming back to the apartment with me."

"I have some time before my meeting," Paul hesitated. "Perhaps I could come over for a little while?"

"Perhaps you could," Laurie teased. "Would you like for me to find my backgammon game?"

"That's not exactly what I had in mind."

"I didn't really think so. It's been since spring since we were together though. I thought you'd lost interest in me."

"I've been too busy at home to get away."

"Uh huh," Laurie said. "Then why are you wasting time? Get over here."

"I'll have the desk call me a cab, and I'll be right over."

"I can't wait. I'll catch a quick shower so I'll be nice and clean for you."

"No need for that," Paul said. "We'll just be getting all sweaty again."

Laurie laughed. "So true. If you want, I'll run over to the library and bring Frankie over."

Paul was silent.

"Come on, hon," Laurie teased. "You know you want to fuck her."

"We've been over that, Laurie. She's my goddaughter."

"So. She's not your real daughter. Of course, from reactions I've gotten from you in the past, I'm pretty sure you want to fuck her too."

"Laurie! That's enough."

She giggled. "Okay. You know I can't resist teasing you."

"I know. Just be ready when I get there. I don't know if I'll have another opportunity away from Jenny, so let's not waste time."

"Cool. You sure you don't want me to get Frankie?"

Paul hesitated as he thought it over before finally saying, "Not this time." 

"Sure," Laurie said as she smiled and hung up the phone.

*

Paul paid the cabbie and walked hurriedly up the steps to Laurie's apartment. He felt as giddy as a schoolboy who was meeting his girl at her house while her parents were away. As much as he loved Jenny, and as wonderful as the sex with her still was, there was no match for the naughty excitement he felt when he fucked Laurie. The outrageous things she would do, as well as the outrageous things she would suggest that he do, kept his cock resembling a piece of steel pipe. It was already hard right now as he knocked on 
the door and thought about her.

She'd been watching for him and as soon as his knuckles touched the door she was opening it and pulling him inside. He'd suspected she'd be naked when he arrived, and she hadn't let him down. The last time he'd been with her she'd dyed her hair blonde so she could pretend to be his friend Howie Wolfenstein's niece. It was still blonde now, but the brunette roots were prominently showing. The things he thought of, he wondered to himself. Who gives a shit what color her hair is, he thought as he gripped it in his hands and mashed his lips to hers. 

As she pushed her tongue into his mouth, he felt her fingers going to work on his tie. She started to loosen the knot, but then changed her mind and instead gripped it and used it as if it were a leash to lead him into the bedroom. Once there, she resumed her efforts to remove the tie. Their tongues continued to dance inside his mouth and then hers and then back to his as she hurriedly relieved him of each item of clothing occupying his body. Then they were on the bed, and Laurie was wrestling him onto his back. Still, he was 
amazed at how someone so slender could be so strong. Naturally, he'd allowed her to wrestle him into this position, but he wasn't so sure he could have stopped her if he'd wanted to. Yeah, like he'd really have wanted to.

Laurie was breaking their lips apart and kissing her way down his neck. She was tempted to suck him a hickey, but she knew he'd never forgive her for giving him a hickey with Jenny in town. Instead, she kissed her way past his neck to his chest and took one of his nipples into her mouth. He gasped as she flicked her tongue across and rolled it around the nipple. Then she gripped it with her lips and sucked it briefly. As she did this, her fingers found their way to his cock and softly began to stroke it as she left that nipple and moved her lips to suck the other one. 

She then released the nipple she was sucking and kissed a trail down to his cock. She kissed the tip and let it slide between her lips into her mouth. She relaxed her throat muscles so that she could take the cock all the way inside her mouth without gagging. As she moved her lips up and down the length of Paul's cock, she slipped one of her fingers into her cunt and got it wet with her juices. Once the finger was nice and slick, she removed it from her pussy and softly began to massage it against Paul's anus. She felt him clinch and then relax as she worked her pussy juice, lubricated finger into his asshole. 

She entered his asshole with her finger down to the third knuckle and slowly probed until she found his prostate gland, and just as her sister Michelle had taught her to do a long time ago, she vigorously sucked the head of his cock as if it were the straw to a delicious milkshake while she slowly caressed Paul's prostate. 

Paul was soon crying out from the pleasure and erupting into her mouth. Laurie continued to massage his gland and suck his head until she'd milked every drop out of him. When she let his cock slip from her lips it was still half hard and showed no signs of shrinking any further. Amazing, she thought. This cock should be studied by science.

At that point Paul rolled her onto her back and imitated the way she had kissed her way down his body. Starting with her neck and kissing his way to her tender breasts, like she had done, he sucked one of her nipples softly and then switched and just as softly sucked the other. He let her whimper for more before finally leaving her nipples and kissing his way down her flat, toned abdominal muscles to her navel, where 
he as always stopped to give her diamond navel ring a suck and kiss of its' own. Once he kissed his way past the navel, he for the first time noticed that she'd allowed a patch of pubic hair to grow around her cunt. After two years of fucking this nineteen-year-old girl, this was the first time he'd seen hair on her pussy. Rather than ask how long she'd been growing it, he greedily dived his tongue into it and divided it until he was able to find her clit. Then he just as greedily began to suck at her clit until she was squeezing her thighs around his head and clamping down on it as if he were caught in a vise. Still, he continued to suck until she 
was screaming her release. 

As soon as she unlocked her thighs from his head, he rolled from her and gasped for breath. She rolled onto her side until her head could rest on his shoulder and she briefly played with the hairs on his chest, before she reached across him for her pack of Marlboros. She shook one out and placed it between her lips. Knowing he'd be upset if she did otherwise, she allowed him to feel around and find her lighter so he could light the cigarette for her. Once it was lit, she merrily sucked the smoke deep into her lungs and then blew it out so that it drifted past him. Catching him enjoying the smell of the burning tobacco, she held the cigarette to his lips so that he could take a hit. To her surprise, he actually sucked in on the smoke and then with a practiced ease blew three rings to the ceiling. 

"Impressive," she said as she left him with that cigarette and drew another out of the pack for herself. "How long has it been?"

"Huh?" he said after he took another drag.

"Since you had a cigarette," she answered. "I know Jenny keeps closer watch on your lungs than she does your prick."

Paul laughed and said, "That she does, my dear. That she does." Then he paused before saying, "Twenty-two years. I quit the night Natasha was born."

"Wow," Laurie said as she rested her head on his shoulder again. She'd pulled the ashtray from the 
nightstand and set it on his chest just as she had seen a girl do to Sean Connery in a James Bond movie. Or maybe it was Roger Moore. Hopefully it was Connery, he was the one Paul most reminded her of. After she dropped an ash into the ashtray, she said, "Well. If you want to really go for it, I've got some coke we can share."

Paul shook his head and said, "No. I'm more than a bit too old for foolishness like that."

She giggled and said, "You couldn't prove that by the fuckings you give out."

He smiled as she began to fondle his already erect penis and said, "Thank you, my dear. I do my best."

She continued to stroke and fondle as she said, "You're no older than Howie and he did a few lines with us when we were down in Mexico."

Paul cleared his throat and said, "From the story you told, it seems Howie did quite a few things I never would have imagined down in Mexico."

She giggled again and took the last hit on her cigarette and as she stuffed it out she said, "What would those be?"

He removed the ashtray from his chest and grounded out his own cigarette before saying, "The things you told me about."

She playfully bit his nearest nipple and said, "What things did I tell you?"

"You know what things you told me."

"Sure I do, but which ones are you talking about?"

Paul hesitated, so Laurie continued, "Do you mean him double penetrating me with Harvey?"

"No. That one I didn't find too shocking. I'm sure you're not the first girl he and Harvey have shared in that manner." He didn't bother to mention just how close he and Howie had once came to sharing Jenny in just that same manner.

Laurie laughed rather than doing her usual giggle and said, "I'm sure I'm not. Then, you must be talking about him getting his dick sucked by Victor Ramirez and then sucking Victor's dick back for him while Harvey was fucking me and Frankie."

Again Paul cleared his throat before saying, "Yeah, that surprised me a little."

"Just a little?"

"Yeah, just a little."

"So, which of the things that you know Howie did have you never done yourself?"

"What?"

"Come on. It's just you and me. If you can't tell your mistress just how wild you've gotten in your life, who can you tell?"

Paul hesitated.

Laurie waited.

Paul hesitated more.

"Tell me," she whispered softly. 

"Well."

"Go on."

"I've never snorted cocaine. Jenny and I used to smoke grass occasionally in college but that's the extent of either of us using drugs."

"What else?"

"Well, I've definitely never shared a woman with my son."

"Not directly anyway."

"Huh?"

"Well. You and David have both fucked me. So, you have sort of shared a woman with him. Just not 
directly the way Howie and Harvey shared me."

Paul pressed his lips together.

"Come on. I told you about fucking him a long time ago."

"I know."

"Then why be upset?"

"I'm not upset."

"Right," she said. "Whatever. Go on."

"Go on with what?"

"You were telling me which of the things Howie did in Mexico you've never done. So far it's only snort cocaine."

"Yeah. I guess."

"What else?"

"Why do you want to know this?"

"More just to see if you'll tell me than anything else."

"I see."

She sighed and said, "It's taking too long this way. How about this? Have you ever had your dick sucked by another man?"

"Yes."

"Ah," she said. "Now we're getting somewhere."

"Did you like it?"

"Yes."

"Hmmm. As much as getting it sucked by a woman?"

"No."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, I'm sure."

"Fair enough," she said. "How about the rest?"

"What rest?"

"You know what rest," she said. "Did you ever suck another guy's cock?"

"Yes," he said so softly she could barely hear him.

But, her smile told him that she had heard him loud and clear.

"Did you like it?"

"Yes."

"Did you like it when you got fucked in the ass?"

Paul's eyes widened as he said, "I never said I got fucked in the ass."

She leaned down and took the tip of his cock into her mouth. After sucking it momentarily, she removed it and said, "You didn't have to. Did you like it?"

"Yes."

"I know you did," she said. "I love it in the ass and I don't even have the equipment there that you have."

"You want me to fuck you in the ass right now, don't you?" he said.

She smiled and said, "I thought you'd never ask."

Then she released his cock and rolled over to open the top drawer of the nightstand. Inside it next to her vibrator and her strap-on was a tube of K-Y jelly. She popped the top on it. As she was doing that, Paul leaned his face down to her pretty, round, brown ass that was offered up in the air for him. He took an ass cheek in each hand and spread them apart to expose her puckered brown anus. He dipped his tongue, and as he applied his tongue and began to probe he felt her gasp. 

He spent a moment lathering and massaging her anal opening with first his tongue and then the thumb of his right hand. He sighed as soon as he felt her applying the cool jell to his ramrod stiff penis. Then he took the tube from her and squirted out a gob of jell onto his fingers, so that he could apply the jell generously around the outer portion of her asshole. As soon as he finished that, he squirted more of jell onto his middle and index finger and then used it to work them into her asshole. Laurie moaned as he stroked those two fingers in and out of her for a few moments. Finally, he squirted another gob of jell onto his cock and placed the head of it against her anus. He felt her tense and said, "Relax. You know you love it."

Through gritted teeth, Laurie said, "I do love it once we get past this part."

Then she tensed again as Paul gave a slight nudge and a push with his cock. The head was inside, spreading her anal ring open. Laurie instinctively fought to repel him, but willed herself to relax enough to allow him to push further inside. Then he was in, and all pain went away releasing the pleasure sensors as he stroked 
his cock in and out of her rectal tunnel. Stroking the millions of nerve endings and igniting her gratification impulses. As he worked his cock in and out of her asshole, she allowed her fingers to find her clit so that she could pleasure herself from that end. 

She was so lost in her feelings that she almost didn't hear him asking, "How's that?"

"Wonderful," she whispered.

"Yeah," he said. "I know it is."

She grunted.

"You love it, don't you, dear?"

"Oh yes," she moaned.

"Don't I get one of my stories?" he asked as he felt her anal cavity gripping tightly around his cock.

"What do you want to hear about?"

"Just tell me what you thank I'll like," he said as he gritted his teeth and fought back the impending eruption.

"I bet you'd like to hear about what happened after the last time we were together," she said through her own-gritted teeth.

"What was that?" he gasped between strokes.

"You left to go back to Jenny, so I," she stopped to pause and humped back against him as he picked up his pace. When he slowed, she lay still, letting him do the work, and continued with the story. "I flew back down to South Padre Island to lay in the sun with Frankie and your baby girl Natasha."

He began to hump a little faster again. She gritted her teeth even harder and again humped back against him as she furiously rubbed her fingers across her clit. 

"Keep..talk.. ing," he told her in broken gasps between syllables.

Laurie groaned and forced herself to lay still. Just let him do it, Laurie. It will last longer and you can tell him what he wants to hear. "When.. I got.. to the hotel, Nat..let ..me..into..the..room."

Shit, she thought as she stopped talking and bit into one of the pillows. But, the more she talked the harder Paul fucked.

"Go on," he growled as he pounded his cock in and out of her asshole.

"It.. was like.. two.. in the afternoon, and.. her hair.. was.. all fucked up.. and.. her eyes.. were red.. Like.. she was still in bed."

Paul began to slow his strokes. He knew he'd cum if he kept up his present pace and he didn't want to cum yet. 

As Paul slowed his strokes, the pleasure for Laurie was just as intense, but it allowed her talk at a still slow but more even manner. "Frankie wasn't there, so I asked Nat where she was. She told me she'd gone to a 
boy's room and stayed with him. They'd been out dancing. I teased her about not having a boy of her own."

Paul began to increase the tempo of his strokes again as Laurie continued, "She told me she'd had a boy there earlier, but he left to go to work."

She stopped for a moment and gasped as Paul drove in and out. She was silent until he impatiently growled, "Go on."

"I teased her some more and told her I didn't believe she'd gotten fucked. As I stroked her hair and kissed her neck and her ear, she assured me that she had."

As Laurie went on to describe the way she'd turned Nat onto her back and sucked her clit while she finger fucked her, Paul turned into a complete animal and drove his cock in and out of Laurie's ass at such a pace that it was impossible for him to hold back any longer and he shot spurt after spurt after spurt of warm goo 
into her asshole, until it filled her rectum and leaked down her leg as he withdrew from her. 

Then he rolled onto his back and collapsed beside her. She kissed his cheek and lightly stepped to her bathroom where she came back with a warm, soapy washcloth that she softly applied to Paul's penis. As she cleaned his cock she continued with her story, "She came so hard I'm sure she thought she was dying. I bet it was her first multiple orgasm. As soon as she recovered, she lay me back on the bed and kissed her way down to my pussy and started sucking it for all she was worth."

To her delight, but not surprise, this brought his amazing cock back to life and it rose in her hand. As soon as she had stroked it to it's full hardness, she mounted him and eased her way down on the cock until he was fully inside her pussy. She lifted up and lowered herself back down and slowly rode his cock as she said, "She didn't just suck my pussy though. She dipped her tongue into it."


Jenny's Deja Vu



Paul grunted and began to lift his hips up to meet Laurie as she thrust down and ground her pussy on his cock. "We fucked that morning right before I got on the plane. Remember? You bent me over in a stall in one of the airport restrooms."

Paul didn't say anything as he thrust his hips higher and faster. "I didn't really get a chance to clean your deposit out of me. She did a good job of licking me clean though."

Paul groaned and gripped her hips for support as he increased the rate of his upward thrusting.

"She cleaned it real good," Laurie said. "I didn't have a drop left by the time your sweet Natasha licked all your spunk out of me."

At that, Paul came again inside her pussy and she came with him and fell silently unto him, resting her head on his chest. He stroked her hair with one hand and cupped her ass with the other. After a while she reached for her pack and drew out two cigarettes. Once he had lit them, he said, "That was quite a story."

"Uh huh," she said. "And I didn't even get to what happened later."

"Later?" Paul said.

"Yeah. She wanted to do some blow, but we didn't have any left, so I called a friend to bring us some over."

Paul took a draw on the cigarette before saying, "I think I've heard enough."

Laurie smiled and said, "You mean you don't want to hear about him driving his black cock into her while she snorted coke out of my asshole?"

Pause. "No," Paul said. "I don't."

Yes he does, Laurie thought. "Well," she said. "That part might not have happened anyway."

"It might not have, huh," Paul said as he sat up from the bed. 

"Nope," Laurie said as she rolled onto her side and rested her head on her hand as she propped it up by digging her elbow into the mattress. "But, then again. It might have."

Paul chuckled and tried to act nonchalant. "Knowing you, Laurie," he said. "I'm sure you made the whole thing up."

"Maybe I did," she laughed. "And maybe I didn't."

Paul laughed too, despite himself and said, "I've got to use your shower. I might get away with going to my meeting with your smell all over me, but I'd never be able to explain it to Jenny later."

"Go ahead, love," Laurie said.

*

Cleo and Jenny hurried through the front door of Cleo's condo in an effort to beat the mid afternoon rain storm that had suddenly come upon them. When they had exited Cleo's Acura Integra, it had seemed calm enough, but before they were halfway across the parking lot the sky had turned black and opened up in a down pour. They broke into a dead run with their shopping bags in hand, and Cleo was impressed with the way Jenny was still able to scamper and matched her stride for stride. 

They dropped their bags to the floor as soon as they were inside and looked at each other and laughed at how drenched they were. Jenny felt the water dripping down from her ruined hair she had only had styled that afternoon and said, "You really need to get a place that has a covered garage."

Cleo laughed and said, "You won't melt. You aren't that sweet."

"Moi," Jenny said mockingly. "Not sweet? But, I feel myself dissolving as we speak."

"Sure you do," Cleo said as she helped Jenny out of her summer jacket. "Let's get these clothes on a hanger for now. After that, I can run them through a dry cycle."

"You'll do no such thing," Jenny said. "I bought these clothes at fashion show in Paris. They'll not be going anywhere except to a reputable dry cleaner. That is if you have such a thing here in Texas?"

Cleo laughed again. Jenny enjoyed her laugh.

"All right, sweetie," Cleo said. "Let me have them to hang up though."

"I think you're just looking for an excuse to get me out of them," Jenny said as she began to unbutton her blouse.

Cleo laughed again and said, "Do I need an excuse?"

"Nope," Jenny laughed with her. "Not from me."

"I didn't think so," Cleo said as Jenny handed her the blouse and then began to step out of the skirt. 

Jenny blushed as Cleo whistled. Jenny looked at her and said, "I suppose I should have instructed you to turn around while I did this."

"Not like I haven't seen it before," Cleo said.

"No," Jenny said as she stepped to her, wearing only her drenched bra and panties. "I suppose it isn't."

They leaned their lips together and their tongues softly touched. Jenny stepped away and said, "Weren't you going to hang those up?"

Cleo paused before saying, "Uh yes. Yes I was."

As she stepped away in search of a hanger, Jenny said, "You'd best be getting out of your clothes too. You'll catch your death of cold." She looked down at the way her nipples proudly protruded through the thin material of her bra and thought, especially the way the air conditioning is cranking in here.

Jenny stepped out of her heels and looked around Cleo's condo. Oh yes, she thought as she spotted the bottle of Scotch Whiskey sitting on the bar. That should warm us up. She poured two glasses and as she was reaching her hands behind her to unclasp her bra, Cleo returned. Not only had she hanged up Jenny's suit but she had also put her own less delicate tee shirt and jeans into the dryer. She'd not bothered finding anything else to wear and stood before Jenny completely naked. It was Jenny's turn to whistle. 

"Like what you see," Cleo asked as Jenny admired her full D cup breasts, equally full hips, long legs, and deep Texas tan. Jenny also noticed that unlike the last time they'd been together Cleo's pussy was now bare and cleanly shaven. She almost giggled as she thought if Cleo had been like that before, Paul would have never have realized it wasn't Michelle mounting him and she'd have had a bit more fun with him. 

Cleo stepped behind Jenny and said, "Here. Let me help you with that?"

She quietly unclasped Jenny's bra and let it fall to the floor. Then she moved her hands around to Jenny's front and genteelly cupped her breasts. As she felt the weight of the breasts and stroked her sharp nipples, Cleo kissed the side of Jenny's neck, pressing her own nipples into Jenny's back, and whispered, "Yours aren't quite as large or as heavy as Natasha's are."

Jenny gasped from the pleasure Cleo was giving her and whimpered, "No. Not quite."

She let Cleo turn her head so that their lips could meet. When they broke from the kiss, Jenny asked, "And, have you examined Nat's as closely as you are now examining mine?"

Cleo released a single breast and used her free hand to place her index finger to Jenny's lips in a shushing motion and said, "Now that's not a proper question for a mother to be asking."

Jenny laughed and said, "Just curious."

Cleo kissed her again before again breaking and saying, "Do you really want to know?"

Jenny leaned her lips back to Cleo's and as they were about to meet again said, "It's not my priority concern at the moment."

And, again their lips touched and meshed together. Neither was sure whose parted first, or whose tongue slipped into the other's mouth first. The kiss continued until Cleo broke it and slowly kissed her way down Jenny's torso as she dropped to her knees. Once there, she slowly rolled Jenny's panties down off of her ass 
and placed soft kisses on Jenny's butt cheeks. She slid the panties down to the floor and Jenny stepped out of them and turned so that her brown bush with it's speckling of gray was now in Cleo's face. Unable to resist, Cleo leaned forward and gave it a kiss. Dipping her tongue to explore Jenny's forest. Jenny's gasp told her she'd found what she was looking for as her tongue flicked across Jenny's clit. 

After a moment, she felt Jenny pulling her to her feet and heard her saying, "Let's take this to the bedroom, dear. I'm too old to be making love in kitchens."

"Sure," Cleo said. "My bed awaits us." She took one of the glasses offered her and led Jenny to the bedroom. Cleo sipped from the whiskey and asked, "Was this to warm us up or to help with the mood?"

"Perhaps a bit of both," Jenny said mischievously.

"In that case," Cleo said as she set down first her glass and then Jenny's on a couple of coasters. "I have a much better mood setter."

"Really," Jenny said as she lay across Cleo's comforter. 

"Uh huh," Cleo said as she opened her jewelry box and removed the top section. Jenny's eyes widened as she saw Cleo take a hand rolled cigarette from the bottom of the jewelry box. Cleo reinserted the top section before Jenny could get a better look, but Jenny was certain she had spotted a clear plastic bag containing white powder also in the bottom of the jewelry box. Cleo placed the joint between her lips as she retrieved her lighter from her purse and lit it. Jenny's eyes grew wider still as she watched Cleo suck 
the smoke deep into her lungs. She held it there for as long as she could before she released and took a fresh breath. 

She took another similar hit on the joint and this time held the smoke even longer. Then she sat on the bed with Jenny and held the joint out for Jenny to take it from her. Jenny did so tentatively. Before placing it to her lips, she looked at Cleo and said, "I've only done this a few of times when I was in college."

"With Paul?" Cleo asked.

"Once with Paul when we went to Jamaica. The other times with Shirley and Lynda."

"Go ahead," Cleo urged her. "It will be like you're in college again."

Jenny shrugged and held the joint to her lips and puffed. Then she coughed. Then Cleo laughed. Then 
Jenny coughed some more, as Cleo continued to laugh. Cleo took the cigarette from her and said, "Let's try it this way."

Cleo took a long hit on the joint and motioned for Jenny to lean close to her. Then Cleo pressed her lips against Jenny's and blew the smoke into her mouth. Jenny managed to hold it in without choking again as she and Cleo continued to kiss. When they broke their kiss, Cleo handed the joint back to her and said; "Now you try it on your own again."

Jenny accepted it from her and this time successfully sucked the smoke into her lungs and held it. When she was no longer able to hold it in, she did as Cleo had done and pressed her lips to Cleo's so that they could kiss and Cleo was able to suck in the smoke that Jenny was releasing. They swapped back and forth 
until the joint was smoked down and neither was able to hold it. Then Cleo dropped it on the ashtray next to her bed. She handed Jenny her glass and they each finished their whiskey.

When they'd sat their glasses down, Cleo began to softly stroke one of Jenny's nipples. Then she leaned forward and softly kissed her again. The kiss gradually became more intense until they were swapping tongues and Cleo was laying Jenny back on the bed. When they broke apart from the kiss, Cleo and Jenny both gasped for breath and Cleo said, "Well, I'd say it definitely helped set the mood."

"Oh yes," Jenny quickly agreed. "It definitely did."

"Feel like trying something really daring?"

"Like what?" Jenny asked as she anxiously thought of the clear plastic bag of white powder she'd seen in the bottom of Cleo's jewelry box.

She leaned closer to Jenny and whispered as if someone might hear. "Have you ever tried cocaine?"

Jenny gave her head a brief shake for she was too nervous to form words with her mouth.

"I have some if you want to try it," Cleo said her voice still in a whisper. "It will magnify the intensity of the sex like it's out of this world."

Jenny wasn't sure what to say as Cleo leaned closer to her and while softly stroking her nipple, she nibbled at Jenny's ear and said hoarsely, "Come on. You won't believe how great it makes you feel until you've done it."

Jenny whimpered and as she was just about to nod her head in agreement and give her consent, Cleo's pager went off. Cleo reluctantly released the breast she was cupping and looked at the number on her electronic device. "Shit!" she said. "That's the emergency number. I've got to return this call."

Jenny watched her snatch her phone from its' cradle and quickly punch out the seven numbers for the hospital's emergency line. She heard Cleo report and after a brief pause say that she would be right there. As soon as Cleo had hanged up the phone, she turned back to Jenny and said, "I'm so sorry, but there's been a major freeway catastrophe and they need every surgeon back at the hospital. It must have been this fucking rainstorm."

"But you're not going to be sober enough to do surgery," Jenny said.

"Be a sweetie and make a pot of coffee while I grab a quick shower. I'm in for a long night."

"Of course," Jenny said.

Cleo kissed her again and said, "I'm really sorry. I can't tell you how much I wanted to do this."

"I know," Jenny said trying to hide her disappointment. "I wanted it too. All of it. "

*

Laurie was sitting on her bed, still naked, lighting a cigarette when she heard the door to her apartment open up and Frankie's keys being dropped on the counter. She formed her free hand into a fist and made a driving motion with her elbow down next to her side and excitedly whispered, "Yes!"

Frankie stepped into the bedroom. Having already kicked off her sneakers, she stood before Laurie in her yellow skintight running shorts with matching sport bra. Smiling at her unclothed roommate, she noticed the half open bathroom door and heard the running shower. As she sniffed the air to catch that unmistakable scent of freshly fucked female, she asked, "Who's in the shower?"

Laurie patted the bed next to her and said, "Someone that would give his left nut to walk out here and find the two of us naked and going at it. What happened to tennis practice?"

"Rained out," Frankie said as she pulled her sport bra over her head revealing her still growing breasts and erect pink nipples. "I'd hate to see him give up his left nut."

After Frankie let herself fall onto the bed with Laurie, Laurie freed her hands by placing her cigarette between Frankie's lips. While Frankie dragged on her cigarette, Laurie slowly began to roll the yellow running shorts down Frankie's legs. She stopped when they were at mid thigh and leaned down to give Frankie's blonde mound a kiss. Then she continued until she was slipping them off of Frankie's feet. Frankie responded by sucking deeper on the cigarette and opening her legs, allowing Laurie to kiss her way up them until she was again able to place her lips upon Frankie's pussy. Frankie sighed with pleasure as 
Laurie slowly traced the tip of her tongue around the outer lips of Frankie's fresh, pink pussy.

*

Paul shut off the water to the shower and slid open the curtain so he could reach for the towel Laurie had left him. As he began to rub the soft, thick towel over his body, he was certain he heard moans. He smiled. That Laurie. She's in there masturbating while she waits for him. What time did he have to be at his meeting? Maybe he had time to hear another one of her stories. What am I worried about, he thought as he felt his cock begin to stir? I own the company. God, I love this girl and what she does for me.

"Don't you ever get enough," he was saying as he stepped through the bathroom door back into Laurie's bedroom. At that, he was immediately stopped in his tracks at the image of Frankie laying back moaning while Laurie went down on her. Oh my God, he thought. 

Frankie lowered her eyes from the ceiling and gave Paul a smile and tapped Laurie on the side of the head. Laurie lifted her face out of Frankie's pussy and looked back to Paul. "Hey, lover," she said. "I was just getting her warmed up and ready for your cock. And, from the looks of your cock, it's all ready to go for her."

Paul let his gaze fall from the two girls down to his cock. It stood up at about twenty or thirty degrees past ninety. He dropped the towel and walked to the bed. He knew he'd hate himself for this later, and he'd probably never be able to look Len or Stephanie in the eye again, but if he passed, he'd hate himself right now. As Paul reached the bed, Laurie rolled from between Frankie's thighs and Paul took her place. He 
dipped his tongue just to see how wet she was and how she'd taste. She was very wet. More than ready he thought. As he licked her juices off his lips with his tongue, he also thought she seemed to have given up on British food since movie to America. She had an American girl taste to her. 

Frankie lifted her ass off the bed and pushed her pussy up into Paul's face as Laurie crawled up to her and stroked her hair as she softly kissed the side of her neck. Paul only gave the lips of her pussy a few licks and her clitoris a brief suck, before he knew he had to have his cock inside Frankie's twat.

He pushed her legs up into he air so that she could rest the backs of her ankles on his shoulders and he began to rub the head of his penis up and down the length of her slit. Using the head of his penis, he pushed her pussy lips open and worked about an inch of his cock inside her. Frankie groaned from the way he was 
stretching her. He wasn't as big as some of the guys she'd fucked, but the position he'd placed her feet in both tightened and constricted the muscles of her vagina and her vaginal wall. 

God, she's tight. Paul thought to himself as he slowly entered her. She's even tighter than Laurie. At this point, Paul was about halfway inside her. He knew she was no virgin, but he was reminded of taking Jenny's virginity. That's how long he had to think back before he remembered having such a tight pussy wrapped around his cock. He and Frankie both grunted as he gave one more vigorous push and he was inside her to the hilt. He lay motionless atop her as he allowed her to adjust to the cock that was inside. She 
gazed into his eyes and smiled as she slipped her feet from his shoulders and let them slide down the outer sides of his arms until she was able to wrap them around his ass. Then she whispered, "Fuck me!"

He leaned his lips down to hers as he slowly began to rock in and out of her. As they kissed, Laurie playfully nibbled on first Frankie's ear and then Paul's before she began to kiss her way down Paul's back. Paul and Frankie must have broken their kiss, because she heard Frankie begin to moan as Paul increased the tempo of his cock pumping in and out. In and out. In and out. Faster and faster, harder and harder, he 
pumped his cock. 

As Frankie's moans grew even louder, Laurie nudged Paul's legs apart and began to lather his balls and his asshole with her tongue. Just like she'd done earlier that day when she was blowing Paul, she dipped her finger into her pussy and got it good and wet. Then she slid her hand underneath and slipped her wet finger into Frankie's asshole and worked it in and out at a similar tempo to which Paul was stroking his cock in and out of her pussy. 

Recognizing from Frankie's screams that she was now cumming, Laurie lubed another finger with her 
pussy juice and slipped that one into Paul's asshole. As soon as her finger touched his prostate gland, he was shooting his load inside Frankie. He held off and made his own orgasm last for as long as he could before he collapsed upon Frankie and gave her another long, slow, deep, wet, French kiss. 

While they were kissing, Laurie pulled a bag of cocaine out of her drawer and poured enough to make six medium sized lines spread out over the mirror laying on their bed stand. As soon as she divided out the lines, she took her straw and snorted a line with each nostril. Then, once Paul and Frankie broke their kiss, she handed the mirror and straw to Frankie, who also snorted a line with each nostril. Frankie offered the 
mirror to Paul, who shook his head. "Are you sure?" Frankie and Laurie said together.

"Yes. I'm sure," Paul said. Then he rolled off of her and reached for his pants. Laurie had sat down the mirror after Frankie handed it back to her. She was now lighting three cigarettes. She kept one for herself and handed one each to Frankie and Paul. Paul accepted the cigarette and said, "Thanks."




Jenny's Deja Vu



Frankie grinned at him and said, "I've never seen you smoke before, Paul."

Laurie giggled and said, "You've never seen him fuck before today."

Frankie giggled back at her and said, "Not exactly true."

Paul and Laurie both looked at her wide eyed and said, "Huh?" 

"About four or five years ago, I was helping my mum and dad out at the pub, and mum sent me to the storeroom for a case of whiskey. There were two people in there having sex, and one of them was Paul."

"Paul was fucking Jenny in the storeroom of your pub?"

Frankie shook her head and giggled some more as Paul uncomfortably finished dressing without saying a word. Then she said, "Well, not fucking. He was getting blown, but it wasn't by Jenny."

Laurie slapped Paul on the shoulder and said, "You dog. Who was sucking you off, and where was Jenny at?"

Paul face grew a deeper shade of red, and he could only shrug for a reply.

Laurie laughed and said, "What? You've been sucked off there so many times that you can't be sure which one she's talking about."

Laurie and Frankie continued to giggle as Paul stood up. He kissed each one on top of the head and as he tweaked a nipple on each girl, he simply said, "I've a meeting to attend."

As he left, he couldn't help thinking how he intended to have Frankie down in that storeroom when she came home for Christmas vacation. 

*

Jenny lay on Cleo's bed nonchalantly rubbing her pussy lips and wondering when Cleo would return. Her mind drifted from thoughts of Cleo here in Dallas to Lynda back home in England. Unfortunately, Lynda was away on a dig somewhere in Syria, and it had been a while since the two of them had made love. God she had wanted Cleo bad. It had been so, so long since she'd felt a woman's touch on her body. Tasted a woman's pussy. God, I'm suck a slut, she thought, as she was now driving two fingers in and out of her 
pussy. 

She slowed the tempo of her fingers, wanting to make her session of self love last. As she formed the two fingers that were occupying her pussy into a hook shape so that they could massage the roof of her vagina, she rubbed her clit with the thumb from that same hand. This allowed her other hand to roam up her stomach to grasp one of her breasts. Softly, she tweaked her nipple before cupping and squeezing the breast. She couldn't help wonder again at Cleo's comparison of her breasts to Nat's. She hadn't just said that Nat's were bigger, an observation that could easily be made from sight alone. No. She'd also said that 
Nat's were heavier. Implying that she'd held them in her hands and felt their weight. 

Jenny was now groaning aloud as she vigorously rubbed her thumb back and forth across her clit while her fingers pumped in and out of her pussy. Her other hand shifted from one breast to the other, with the vision in mind of Cleo cupping Natasha's breasts and sucking her nipples. Then another vision of Nat lying beside her, the two of them holding hands and rubbing their feet together as Cleo alternated going down on each 
of them. In short order, Jenny was gasping for breath as she brought herself to one incredible orgasm after another. 

*

"Oh shit, Laurie," Frankie said. "That was so incredible. Thank you for sharing him with me."

Laurie was twisting strands of Frankie's yellow hair with her fingers and giggling as she said, "My pleasure."

Frankie's hand drifted to one of Laurie's nipples and she began to tweak it as she said, "I just can't believe what a wonderful fuck he is. I always thought he was handsome even if he is my father's age."

Laurie shrugged at that and said, "So. Age is irrelevant. For that matter, your father is one handsome guy."

Frankie giggled too, and before she took Laurie's nipple in her mouth, she said, "Yes he is."

"Fix me up with him when I come to visit and we'll call it even."

"Laurie," Frankie released the nipple from her lips and said. "You're talking about my dad."

"So."

"What makes you think he wants to be fixed up with someone besides my mum?"

Laurie gripped her by the chin and pulled her mouth to hers, but before she let their lips touch, she said, "Because he's a man."

"Oh," Frankie said as if a light bulb had suddenly been turned on in her head. "I forgot about that."

Laurie giggled again and said, "Okay. That's long-term payback. The short term is you have to tell me who you saw Paul in the store room with."

Frankie laughed and said, "Jenny's friend. Lynda."

Laurie's eyes grew wide and she said, "And where was Jenny?"

Frankie giggled out of control as she said, "Who knows? Off in her clueless little world."

*

Jenny was looking through Cleo's drawer for a clean pair of panties. Anything of Cleo's would be a bit big for her, but she'd had all she could take of sitting in this condo alone. Cleo seemed to only wear thongs. At least those were the only panties she had in her drawer. Oh well, Jenny thought, as she slipped a black 
thong over her feet and pulled it up her legs and into place. 

"Not too bad," she said aloud as she checked herself in the mirror. "I've worn stuff that fit worse."

Then she did a little half turn and checked out her ass, "Nice."

Then she blushed at how silly she was being. In another drawer, she found a tee shirt that must have been too small for Cleo because it fit her rather snugly. In still another drawer, she found a pair of khaki shorts and was soon buttoning them up and pulling the belt for them as tight as she could. With the belt on the last notch, it fit her well enough. She found a pair of white tennis shoes on the shoe rack in Cleo's closet and was grateful that the size of Cleo's feet did not match her height. Even though her stepdaughter was four inches taller than she was, they seemed to wear the same size shoe. 

Jenny paused. Odd. That's the first time she'd ever actually thought about Cleo and referred to her as her stepdaughter. Of course, that's what she was. She was her husband's daughter and half-sister to her children. Still, she had always been just Cleo, their old family friend and now her sometime lover. Of course, since Paul didn't openly confess to being Cleo's father, Jenny felt no need to be bound by it either. Still, biological facts were biological facts, and Cleo was Paul's daughter and that made her Jenny's 
stepdaughter. Hmm, she thought. Maybe I'll just think of her as my honorary stepdaughter, that and a darn good pussy licker. 

The only thing Jenny hadn't borrowed was a bra, but she knew that nothing Cleo had would even come near to fitting her. She laughed to herself as she thought, I'd get lost inside one of Cleo's bras. That's okay; this shirt is fairly tight, so my boobs won't swing too much. 

Once dressed, she searched around for the phone so she could call a cab. In looking for the phone, Her eyes fell on Cleo's jewelry box. For some reason that she couldn't explain, she found herself opening the box and lifting the top section out of it. Yes, she thought as she looked at the bag of cocaine. There it is. But, then, you already knew it was there. For some other reason that she again had no explanation for, she lifted the plastic bag out of the box. She was about to open the bag when she said to herself, "What in heaven's name am I doing?"

Then she dropped the bag back into the box and replaced the top section. Before she closed the box though, she lifted the top section back up and found herself palming one the three hand rolled cigarettes lying in the bottom with the bag of coke. For later, she thought as she closed up the box and dropped the joint into her purse. 

*

Laurie and Frankie lay on the bed cuddled in each other's arms, exchanging kisses. As they kissed, each of their hands began to explore the other's body. As Laurie's hands moved to Frankie's tits, she cupped them and felt a twinge of jealousy. When they first met and until recently, Frankie had been the only girlfriend Laurie had ever had that didn't have bigger tits than she. Over the summer though, Frankie's tits had grown into full B cups while Laurie's stayed the A cups they had always been. Laurie's little sister, Kelli, even 
wore a B cup and would probably wear a C if she didn't like the way hers almost fell out of a B. 

Rather than dwelling, Laurie sighed and moved on to allowing her palms to brush Frankie's nipples, before sliding their way down her stomach. They reached Frankie's pussy right about the time Frankie was cupping Laurie's ass checks and pulling them even tighter to each other. They broke the kiss they were engaged in and each gasped for breath. In between gasps, Frankie asked, "Whose turn is it to go down on 
the other?"

"Who cares," Laurie said as she was already turning her body into position for a sixty-nine. "There's no need to worry about that."

*

Jenny thanked the cabbie and tipped him five bucks as he let her off in front of the apartment that matched the address she had written in her book for where Frankie was staying. She'd promised Stephanie she'd drop in on her while she was there. She smiled as she thought about the time they'd once caught Len having a go at Stephanie in the grass before a cricket match. It was months before they could look each other in the eye again. She smiled wider. That was the same day Paul's mother had walked in on her and 
Lynda in the middle of licking each other's fannies. She suppressed a laugh at how afraid she'd been, but nothing had ever come of it. 

Fortunately, she had an inside source in Shirley that revealed to her that Paul's father had not believed his wife when she'd relayed the story to him, and therefore had refused to tell Paul. Paul's mother had been unable to muster the nerve to approach Paul with the matter herself. Shirley knew this because she was at the time being shagged by Paul's father. Lucky cow, Jenny thought. I'd have loved to have a go at Paul's 
father myself. For that matter, she'd been more than just a little disappointed that Paul's mother hadn't joined her and Lynda in bed when she walked in on them. 

Leaving her thoughts behind, Jenny noticed that there was no doorbell, so she softly rapped on the door with her knuckles. She stood for a moment and tapped her toes while she waited, but no one came to the door. She waited another moment, before knocking on the door again, this time a bit harder. Then she knocked twice more, so hard this time that it made her wince from the pain she felt in her knuckles.

Still no answer. 

Jenny sighed, as she realized she would have to call another cab to take her to the hotel. Before she reached into her purse for her cellular, she followed a whim and tested the door to see if it would open. It wasn't locked. As she opened the door and stepped inside, she thought to herself she'd have to scold Frankie for not following good safety practices. She knew from her own experiences in Dallas that it had it's rough 
element. She'd have to remind the girl that she wasn't back in Taunton, England anymore. 

As she closed the door behind her, she sniffed and recognized that their flat smelled of cigarette smoke. A quick glance around the living room showed an ashtray with stuffed out cigarettes on just about every level 
surface. She'd have to talk to Frankie about that too. Thank God she'd been able to convince Paul to quit smoking years ago. A step further into the apartment, and she recognized another smell. Tobacco wasn't the only thing being smoked in this apartment. She suppressed another laugh. Perhaps I shouldn't scold her about smoking, she thought as she remembered the joint she'd shared with Cleo a short time ago, as well as the one that was in the bottom of her purse that she intended to smoke later at the hotel. 

As she approached and neared the bedroom, there was another unmistakable odor hanging in the air. 
Aroused female. Another step to the bedroom and she heard the moans, pants and gasps that went with that state of arousal. She should have turned and left. She was raised better than this. Still, she walked to the bedroom and stepped inside. Upon recognizing that it was Laurie Frankie was in bed with, she was a bit surprised. Intrigued, but surprised still the same. She'd expected to be getting a look at some young college stud driving the moans out of Frankie. Not that she hadn't been looking forward to getting a look at a young college stud, she wasn't a bit disappointed to be getting a look at Laurie though. Frankie either for that matter. They were both beautiful, young girls. Watching them go down on each other, reminded Jenny 
of the passion she'd felt when she first began her affair with Lynda. 

I should leave, Jenny thought. 

But, she didn't. She stayed, and she watched. She watched them eat pussy, and she listened to them moan while they did it. And, while she watched, her hand drifted to her own pussy. She rubbed it through the material of her borrowed shorts. Then, without even realizing it, her hand was slipping inside those shorts so she could give her fanny a better rub. 

Before Jenny was able to get herself off, Frankie momentarily lifted her face from Laurie's pussy to shift positions. Upon doing that, she made direct eye contact with the woman that she had thought, until that moment, was the straightest woman she'd ever met. As soon as she realized she'd been caught actively engaging in a lesbian fuck session by one of her mother's closest friends, Frankie gasped with horror. 

Realizing that she'd been caught peeking, Jenny said the only thing that came to her mind. "Hello, girls."

The way Frankie flew apart from the sixty-nine position she was engaged in and started grasping for a pillow to cover herself with reminded Jenny of that afternoon nearly thirty years ago when she and Lynda had been interrupted by Paul's mother in exactly that same embrace. 

As Frankie began to sputter, "Jenny what are you doing here?"

Jenny smiled and said, "That's a fair question. Of course, I don't need to ask what you're doing."

"It. It. It's n-not what you think."

"Oh, really," Jenny said. "Well, what I think is that I just walked in on two beautiful girls having sex together. If that's not what is, than what is it?"

Frankie stared at her dumbfounded, unable to speak, until she heard Laurie's laughter. She looked over at Laurie and saw her stepping off the bed to take Jenny's hand. Then Laurie was pulling Jenny to her and 
Frankie was amazed to see them not only touching lips together but slipping tongues together as well. Then it suddenly dawned on her that Jenny's shorts and knickers were down at her knees and that they had been that way when she'd looked up from licking Laurie's pussy. Oh my God, Frankie thought. She's a lesbian too. Never in a million fucking years would Frankie have guessed that.

Then Laurie was leading Jenny to the bed, and Jenny was kicking off shorts, thong and tennis shoes as she allowed the teenager to take her down. As soon as Laurie had her on the bed, Frankie was reaching to her and lifting her tee shirt overhead, leaving Jenny just as naked as the two teenage girls she was in bed with. 
Frankie and Laurie, together, pushed Jenny onto her back, and Frankie leaned her lips to Jenny's so that they could share their first kiss. 

They broke for air, and Laurie turned Jenny's face to her so that they could continue the kiss they'd started off the bed. And, Jenny alternated being kissed with each girl massaging her breast that was nearest them. As this continued, Jenny cupped a tit from each and brushed and tweaked their nipples as she did so. This allowed her to observe that Frankie's were larger than Laurie's but still a bit smaller than hers. This made 
her smile inwardly as she and Frankie tongue wrestled. It was fun to be the best-endowed woman in the room for a change, especially after an afternoon with Cleo and her melons. 

She released the tits she was cupping and let her hands drift down each girl's torso. She discovered a piercing in each of their navels and her mind wondered to the timing of when Natasha got hers pierced. If her fifty-two year old memory wasn't failing her, it coincided with when she'd been here to visit last spring. That was also when Natasha had completely changed her wardrobe to be dominated by clothing that 
allowed her to reveal her belly button, and the gold hoop that was in it, to everyone she encountered. As she switched from kissing Frankie to swallowing Laurie's tongue, she briefly entertained the idea of having one done to her own navel. 

Then, there were fingers opening her fanny lips. Laurie's. While Laurie fingered her, Frankie softly began to suck at the nearest nipple. 

Laurie broke her kiss with Jenny allowing her to release the moan she was holding. As Laurie kissed her way down and began to suck the nipple that was on her side, Frankie kissed her way back up, sucking briefly on the side of Jenny's neck and then licking her ear. Jenny giggled as Frankie tickled her with her tongue and then Frankie met her open mouth with her own. Their tongues darted together like fencers, and 
then like dancers dancing a waltz. 

Jenny moaned again as Frankie was now lying beside her stroking her hair, their breasts, hips, thighs, knees, ankles and feet touching lightly as they kissed. Jenny's moan turned to a gasp, a pant even, as Laurie entered her with a second finger. Jenny clasped hands with Frankie and interlocked her ankle with Frankie's as Laurie drove two fingers in and out of her fanny like they were a small cock. She became so 
wet and so aroused as she clamped her vagina muscles tight around Laurie's fingers that the act of those fingers pistoning their way in and out of her was causing a loud squishing sound to emit from Jenny's pussy. 

As the squishing became louder, Jenny blushed and Frankie and Laurie both giggled. As Jenny's moans 
increased with an intensity that proportioned the volume of the squishes coming from her pussy, Frankie giggled more and looked to Laurie to say, "She makes the same sounds as Na---"

Frankie stopped as she realized she had almost revealed to Jenny that she and Laurie had shared Natasha in similar fashion and that Natasha's pussy made the same squishing sound. Laurie smiled at her as Frankie blushed and she lowered her lips to Jenny's clit. As she switched her hands over to Frankie's pussy and began fingering her pussy while she sucked Jenny's, she thought I better keep her more occupied before she blows Nat's secret to her mom. 

Lying side by side with Frankie, Jenny was only semi-coherent as she ran the fingers of her free hand through Laurie's bleached hair and squeezed tighter her grip on Frankie with her other hand. As she used the foot that was touching Frankie's to slide up and massage Frankie's calf, she was reminded of the image she'd had earlier that day while masturbating in Cleo's bed. The one of her and Natasha lying identical to how she was now lying with Frankie while Cleo went down on each of them. She couldn't help wonder if her uptight from birth daughter would ever let herself go so that she could experience this kind of pleasure.

Soon, all such images were departed from her mind as Laurie brought her to the edge of ecstasy and then pushed her over it, bringing Jenny to one screaming orgasm after another, until Jenny's pleasure sensors seemed to short circuit and she passed out. 

*

Jenny opened her eyes to the fuzzy image of Laurie holding a mirror in her hand while Frankie leaned down to the mirror and Frankie placed one end of a three inch long, gold straw to the surface of the mirror while partially inserting the other end of the straw in her left nostril. There were several lines of white powder on the mirror, and Frankie moved the end of the straw that was on the mirror along two of those 
lines and breathed each line of powder into her nose. Then she handed the straw to Laurie and exchanged it for the mirror. At that point, Frankie proceeded to hold the mirror in place so that Laurie could also use the straw to breath two lines of the power up into her nose. Oh my God, Jenny thought. They're snorting cocaine. 




Jenny's Deja Vu



As soon as Laurie had snorted the second line, she looked over at Jenny and saw that she was awake and becoming alert. Laurie handed the straw to Jenny who tentatively accepted it without thinking what the acceptance of the straw implied. She looked first from the straw in her hand to the mirror in Frankie's hand and thought about how ready she'd been to try it in Cleo's condo earlier in the afternoon. Then she heard 
Laurie saying, "Go on. Do a line or two with us."

"I've never done it," Jenny said.

Laurie smiled. Cool, she thought. A virgin. "Go ahead. Just put one end of the straw to your nose and then run the other end along one of the lines as you snort it up the straw."

Jenny hesitated as she eyed the cocaine. She'd heard so much about it. She really did want to try it. Still. What would people think? Her students? Other teachers? Half of them probably used it themselves. Paul. He was way too much of a prude to ever even be around someone that would use it. Her children? She was sure David had experimented with it. What musician hadn't? But, what would Natasha think if she walked in right now and saw her mother snorting cocaine. Then Jenny had to suppress a laugh. Considering that 
Jenny was naked and in bed with two of her friends, Natasha might not even notice the cocaine. For that matter, considering that Jenny was in bed naked with two of Natasha's friends whom were both equally naked, who knows, maybe she'd take off her clothes and join them. 

What the hell, she thought as she followed Laurie's directions and snorted one of the lines with her left nostril. She felt the rushing sensation as the coke hit her brain. Wow! I mean fucking wow, Jenny thought! "That's it," she heard Laurie saying to her. "Now switch nostrils and snort another line."

Jenny did as she was told and this second rush to her brain seemed even wickeder than the first. Shit! This is incredible, she thought! Then Laurie was saying, "Now, pass the straw to Frankie and take hold of the mirror." 

As Jenny swapped with Frankie and held the mirror steady for her, Jenny's brain was buzzing like an 
electric saw. She felt so aware. So empowered. So confident. My God. I can't believe I've never done this before. I can't wait to tell Lynda. Frankie took the straw from Jenny and snorted her two lines, and just as she was passing the straw back over to Laurie; the phone began to ring. Laurie ignored the phone and applied the straw to two of the four remaining lines. Then, as Frankie answered the phone, Laurie took the mirror from Jenny and held it steady for her as Jenny snorted the last two lines.

Laurie took the straw from Jenny and placed it and the mirror on the table next to the phone just a Frankie was hanging it up. "Who was that?"

"My tennis coach," Frankie said. "The rain's stopped, so she wants us to go squeegee the courts and have our practice."

"Shit," Laurie said as she looked at the clock on her radio. "It's almost six and Mo's friend is coming over at seven. You won't be back here."

"Huh?"

"Come on," Laurie said. "Don't play dumb. You remember me telling you about Mo's friend, Desmond, the tax attorney."

"Oh, yeah," Frankie said. "The one that wants to-"

"That's right," Laurie said as she struck a light to the cigarette she'd just placed in her mouth. "The one that wants to watch us so much that he was going to give us a thousand bucks a piece to do it."

Frankie shrugged and said, "What do you want me to do, Laurie?"

"Skip practice."

"I can't do that," Frankie said. "I'm here on scholarship."

"Yeah," Laurie said. "Well, I don't have a scholarship, so I need that thousand dollars to pay tuition with."

"Reschedule it."

"He'll be here in an hour. I can't reschedule it, and if I even tried Mo would flip his bald head."

"Then get someone else. Call Cleo."

"She's at the hospital doing surgery," Jenny said. 

At the sound of Jenny's voice, light bulbs turned on in both Laurie and Frankie's minds. Laurie turned to her and blew out a stream of smoke before handing the cigarette to Frankie for her to have a drag. "Jenny," she said. "My dear, dear Jenny. How'd you like to do a poor Latina a favor and at the same time pay her back for making you cum so hard you passed out?"

Warily, Jenny said, "I'm listening."

Laurie accepted the cigarette back from Frankie and offered it for Jenny to hit on. Jenny shook her head. I might do coke for you, but I draw the line at cigarettes, she thought. Marijuana not included. "Okay," Laurie said after she dragged on the cigarette again and then blew the smoke to the ceiling. "I have this friend named Maurice Carter. I call him Mo. So does everyone else for that matter."

"Okay," Jenny said as she curiously studied how much Laurie seemed to be enjoying that cigarette.

Laurie continued, "Mo kind of provides services for people."

"Kind of provides them," Jenny said.

"Okay. He provides them."

"I see," Jenny said.

"Yeah," Laurie said as she took the last hit on her cigarette and then stuffed it out. "You probably do. Anyway. He has this friend. Well not really a friend. The guy's his tax attorney. But, so what? Like I was saying, Mo has this friend named Desmond. And, Desmond's ultimate fantasy is to watch two chics do each other."

"Do each other?" Jenny asked.

"Yeah," Laurie said. "Do each other. You know. Fuck each other."

"Ahhhh," Jenny said. "I suppose he's not the only man to have that fantasy. I know Paul enjoyed it 
whenever I helped him fulfill his."

"Yeah. Well, unlike our oh so gorgeous Paul, Desmond is kind of a geek; and he can't even find one woman, let alone two."

"And thus, your so called friend Mo has hired you to accomplish this man Desmond's fantasy."

"Exactly," Laurie said as she grinned from ear to ear. "You hip to the gig?"

"I don't know," Jenny said.

"What's not to know? The guy comes over. You and I seduce each other and let him watch."

"Seems so sleazy to me."

"Sleazy is fun," Laurie countered. "Come on. What were you planning on doing the rest of the evening?"

Jenny sighed and said, "Either soak in the hot tub at my hotel while Paul does his meetings, or stay here."

"Exactly," Laurie said. "Now tell me we wouldn't spend the evening fucking our brains out if you stayed here."

"That's probably what we'd do," Jenny admitted.

"Probably nothing. That IS what we'd do. This way we can do what we would have been doing anyway, 
and we'll make a thousand bucks a piece for doing it."

Jenny laughed and said, "You should go into sales."

"That's why she's a marketing major," Frankie said. "She could sell air-conditioning to an Eskimo."

"Well," Jenny said. "I don't really need a thousand dollars."

"Too fucking cool," Laurie said. "You can give your share to me, and I'll have next semester's tuition too."

Still seeing hesitance on Jenny's face, Laurie asked, "Come on, hon. What is the deal breaker?"

Jenny hesitated.

"Is it Paul?" Laurie asked.

"Well," Jenny said.

"You're not going to tell me that he's the only guy you've been with, are you?"

Jenny shook her head and said, "No. I won't tell you that."

"And," Laurie said. "I'll bet you've even been with other guys since you've been married."

Jenny paused but said, "Yeah, I've had an affair or two."

Still sensing that the idea of going to bed with another man was what was hanging Jenny up, Laurie said, "Look, sweetie, this guy is a total geek. Yeah, he's going to want to be naked and on the bed with us. But, he'll probably shoot off in his hand while I'm going down on you. But, if he wants to fuck one of us, I'll fuck him. You don't have to even touch his cock."

Jenny sighed, and to Laurie's relief said, "All right. I'll do it."

"Too fucking cool," Laurie said. "You're a lifesaver."

*

Jenny paced nervously around the bedroom while she waited for Laurie to finish in the shower. What am I still doing here, she thought? I should just call a cab and go back to the hotel. I could spend the rest of the night in the hot tub while I wait for Paul to finish with his conference. I should leave right now. 

She looked at the phone. It was there in plan view; but instead of seeing the phone, she saw the mirror they'd used to snort the cocaine from as well as the gold straw they'd used to snort it with. God, she thought. That had been wonderful. Lynda had been after her for years to give it a try. Now she knew why. 

Jenny wondered if there was anymore. She opened the top drawer of the nightstand. No cocaine. There was a photo album though. Curiosity over came her manners and she removed the album and opened it up. The first picture was Laurie's sister Michelle with her arm around her friend Tammy, both of them with a drink in one hand and cigarettes dangling from their lips. Jenny smiled. She remembered meeting Tammy. She 
was incredible. That had been the time she had shared herself with Michelle, Tammy and finally Cleo for the first time. She'd met Tammy's daughter too on another occasion. She was pretty incredible as well. What was her name? God, Jenny thought. Am I getting that old? I once spent an entire afternoon with this girl alternating between eating her pussy along with Michelle's and Tammy's, and I can't even remember that her name was Taylor. Oh yeah. That's it. Taylor. My, she was pretty. Probably the prettiest girl I've 
ever been with. 

Except for Michelle, of course. None of them compared to Michelle. Why did she have to die? She wasn't even twenty-five yet when it happened. Wasted life, Jenny thought as she shook her head and continued to thumb through the pictures. Most were of Michelle or other members of Laurie's family. There was one of Jenny with Cleo, Michelle and Tammy. Paul must have taken that one in their hotel room that time in Dallas. That had been the only time she'd been together with these three. She'd been with them separately since then, especially Cleo, but never all three to them together. 

She thought again of that other afternoon in Texas when she'd been with Michelle, Tammy and Taylor. How evil she'd felt eating the daughter's pussy while Michelle ate the mother. Then they'd switched and Taylor ate her while Tammy ate Michelle. Then they'd switched again and she and Michelle kissed while Tammy and Taylor went down on each other. How guilty she'd felt at being so wet and so turned on watching blonde daughter and blonde mother bring each other to orgasm. Guilt compounded by Michelle whispering in her ear while it happened. Michelle telling her it was all right to be having the fantasy she was having, but Jenny knowing that it was anything but all right. Knowing that though had not prevented her from having, on numerous occasions, fantasies where she envisioned situations with she and Natasha being naked together in bed. 

Jenny turned to a new picture. There was one of Taylor with Laurie and another girl. All three were arm in arm wearing bikinis. The third girl had sandy colored hair and freckles, as well as breasts that could rival Cleo's. Considering that this girl was much smaller framed than Cleo, her breasts looked even bigger than Cleo's. The scenery looked familiar to Jenny, so she slipped the picture from out of the plastic covering and 
turned it over to read the back. In cursive, were written the words, "Laurie, Taylor and Amanda. Nice, France. June 2001."

Ah, Jenny thought. I knew I recognized that beach. I'll have to have Paul take me back there the next time we vacation. She snorted and said aloud, "If we ever vacation again, that is. I'm lucky to be able to sneak onto one of these business trips the way things are going now."

She slipped the picture back in its' slot and turned to the next one. Same location. Same three girls, but this time, all three were topless. Poor Laurie, Jenny thought. I know boys that have bigger boobs. 

She flipped through the album and was about to put it away when she saw the last picture and stared amazed. 

Natasha was sitting topless on the corner of a bed in some anonymous hotel room with a cigarette in one hand and a drink in the other. Behind her on the bed, Laurie was resting her chin on Nat's shoulder and the two girls were leaning their heads so that they touched. Laurie's hands were up under Nat's arms cupping her naked breasts. Jenny wanted to scold herself for the true thought that came to her mind was admiration 
for how nice Natasha's breasts were. 

"Nice picture, huh."

Jenny nearly dropped the album and jumped in fright as she turned to see Laurie standing behind her wearing nothing but calmly toweling herself dry. 

Jenny started to speak, but Laurie placed a finger to her lips before leaning her mouth down to Jenny's. They kissed and when they broke, Jenny found herself breathless. What is this girl doing to me, she thought? 

Taking the album from Jenny and setting it aside, Laurie said, "I bet you were looking for more blow when you found that."

"Blow?"

Laurie giggled and said after she kissed Jenny again, "Between you, Natasha and Frankie; I'm not sure whose accent is more delightful. Blow is one of the many nicknames for cocaine."

Jenny blushed. Partly from not knowing something so common, and partly from how easily Laurie saw 
through what she was up to. 

"Oh," was all she managed for a response.

She allowed Laurie to kiss her again and as the young girl slipped her tongue into Jenny's mouth, Jenny found her self cupping Laurie's breast and stroking it with her thumb. When that hand drifted from the breast down to Laurie's slit and slipped a finger into her moistness, Laurie broke the kiss and gasped, "Oh yeah. That's it."

Then she pulled away and said, "Save it for our customer. He'll be here any minute if you want to grab your shower first."

As Jenny stood up and was about to say that she did want a shower, Laurie interrupted and said, "Or perhaps you'd rather I showed you where the snowflake is hidden?"

Knowing what she meant this time, Jenny shook her head and said, "No. I'll have that shower."

Laurie stepped to her so that they were standing nipple to nipple and kissed Jenny one more time, their bodies meshing into one as the kiss prolonged. When they broke, Jenny again found herself gasping for breath, and Laurie was saying, "Are you sure?"

Jenny hesitated before saying, "Perhaps we could do one more line before I step in the shower."

*

He's really not a bad looking lad, Jenny thought as she and Laurie led him into the bedroom. Not very tall. At least compared to Paul, he wasn't very tall. She smiled as she wondered how his penis would compare to Paul's. Where had Laurie said he was from? Haiti? No, it was Jamaica. Wonder what he was doing in Texas. Same thing I am. Getting laid. 

They were inside the room and Desmond said, "Do you want me to shut this door?"

Laurie smiled. "Why? We're the only ones here."

Desmond shifted his feet and dropped his eyes. He's more nervous than I am, Jenny thought. She found herself reaching out to him. Touching his cheek. 

"Relax," she heard herself saying. It was almost as if she were outside of her own body observing the scene. 

Laurie touching his other cheek and saying, "Yeah, hon. Just relax. Me and Aunt Jenny are going to take care of you."

Intrigued. Desmond asked, "She's your aunt."

"Uh huh. She's my dad's sister," Laurie said as she opened Jenny's robe and let it fall to the floor, presenting her naked to the young attorney. As Laurie leaned her lips to Jenny's, Jenny untied the belt to Laurie's robe and let it fall to the floor with her own. 

Jenny suppressed a giggle. Ah, Laurie, she thought. She's such a natural little liar. Listening to her almost has me believing my brother sired her. Laurie's lips parted and Jenny slipped her tongue into her mouth, cupping the young girl's breasts as their tongues slowly caressed.

Desmond felt his cock beginning to stir as he watched the two women kiss. God, they were both so beautiful. One was young, slender and tan. Very defined, the younger one was. She must be a lifter, Desmond thought as he observed the veins in her bicep and six-pack of her midsection. The other was older, more mature, her complexion more creamy, but still slender and toned. The older one's breast much larger, but still not large. She must be about forty (Jenny would love that), but her tits still haven't sagged. Well, just a little. Just enough to reveal that they were given to her by God, and not by some plastic surgeon. Yes, Desmond thought. They are both so nice. A perfect contrast.

They broke their kiss and the younger girl led her aunt to the bed. He wanted to ask if it was alright to join them, but the only words he found himself able to form were, "Is she really your aunt?"

Laurie smiled. So did Jenny. Knowing the story Laurie's sister, Michelle, had told her about the British sailor that had gotten her mother pregnant, Jenny answered, "Of course she's my niece. My brother met her mother when his ship was in the states."

Before they returned to their kissing, Laurie said, "That doesn't bother you, does it?"

Desmond shook his head.

"I didn't think so," Laurie said. Then she nodded her head in the direction of his cock. "The way that thing is about to bust out of there. You don't seem bothered by it at all. You better unzip and give yourself some relief."

Desmond sighed as he took his cock out of his pants. To Laurie's surprise, and Jenny's own surprise, Jenny said, "Why don't you get really comfortable and take everything off?"

"That's right," Laurie said. "There's room up here on the bed for you too."

At that, they returned to locking lips and caressing tongues until they felt the weight shift on the bed. They broke their kiss and Laurie rolled Jenny onto her back. She saw the way Jenny was looking at Desmond's cock and she smiled. It was a nice cock. At least eight inches, and at the moment, it was hard enough to use as a weapon. 

Laurie leaned her lips back down to Jenny's and briefly kissed them before she moved on and kissed the side of Jenny's neck. Jenny sighed, almost moaned, and said, "Oh, that feels so good."

Laurie left her neck and playfully licked her ear and asked, "How are you doing?"

Jenny looked at her new young lover and said, "I'm fine."

"Really?"

"A little nervous still, but really, I'm fine."

"I can take care of the nervousness," Laurie said as she rolled over to the nightstand next to the bed. She picked up the mirror, which already had six lines of cocaine carefully laid out on it. 


Jenny sat up and accepted the straw that Laurie handed her and snorted a line with each nostril. Then she handed the straw to Laurie and allowed Laurie to hand her the mirror. She held the mirror steady while Laurie took her turn and snorted a line with each nostril. Laurie then offered the straw to Desmond, who shook his head to decline. She was unsure if he really didn't want any blow, or if he just didn't want to let 
go of the eight inches of mahogany steel he had in his hand and was stroking. 

Laurie was took the mirror from Jenny and was about to set it aside when Jenny whimpered. Damn, Laurie thought. She's certainly developed a nose for stuff. She went ahead and held the mirror out as Jenny took the straw and snorted another of the lines. When Jenny offered her the straw back so she could do the last line, Laurie shook her head and said, "Go ahead, sweetie."

Jenny snorted the last line without question and as soon as Laurie had set the mirror and straw aside she pushed Jenny back into the prone. She kissed her softly but didn't linger at her lips, before kissing her on each side of the neck and then kissing her way down to Jenny's breasts. She momentarily kissed and sucked one nipple before leaving it and just as briefly kissing and sucking the other one. She was getting tired of foreplay. From the moisture she found dripping from Jenny's cunt as her hand went to the older 




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woman's mound, Laurie was certain that Jenny was tired of the foreplay too.

As soon as she opened Jenny's legs and positioned herself between them with her ass up in the air for the taking, Laurie heard Desmond moan and felt warm liquid spraying against her ass and the backs of her thighs. She smiled as she dipped her face into Jenny's pussy and began to lick. She slowly traced the tip of her tongue around the outer lips of Jenny's pussy. Jenny gasped and lifted her ass off the mattress and tried 
to push her cunt up into Laurie's face, but Laurie retreated and allowed only the very tip of her tongue to have any contact with Jenny's flesh. 

Jenny moaned and begged for more than Laurie as giving her and continued to try to thrust her pussy into Laurie's face until finally she had pushed Laurie back and her ass was resting against Desmond's thighs. At that, Desmond put his hands on Laurie's thighs and pried them open. He was already hard again and was slowly pushing his erection into Laurie's slit. Laurie paused from her licking just long enough to enjoy the 
penetration. Once he was inside her and began to stroke her with his tool, she returned her attention to Jenny's pussy.

With the pleasure she was receiving from Desmond's cock, Laurie lost interest in torturing Jenny and sank her lips around Jenny's erect clit that was protruding through its' fleshy hood like the head of a small cock. As Desmond stroked in and out of her, she shameless sucked Jenny's clit, racing to see if she could bring 
Jenny off before Desmond came again. 

Just as she felt Jenny's body tense and become forcefully rigid as the screams tumbled from deep inside her throat, she also felt Desmond's second load shooting off inside her. She continued sucking Jenny's clit until her body went slack and the screams subsided. At that point, Desmond's shriveled cock fell from her pussy 
and he collapsed beside Jenny. 

Laurie crawled up and lay next to Jenny on the other side and turned Jenny's face to hers so that they could resume kissing. They kissed softly and playfully for a long time before Jenny broke and said, "I think it's my turn to get you off."

Laurie giggled and said, "It's more than your turn. Now get down there and lick me clean."

"Aye-aye, Madam," Jenny said as she slid down between Laurie's upraised knees. 

Laurie was already excited and it didn't take long before Jenny was bring screams out of her that rivaled the ones Jenny had been shouting a few moments earlier. By the time Jenny had her licked clean, Laurie lay limp and still beside Desmond. Not wanting to stop, Jenny kissed her way up Laurie's torso, pausing briefly to kiss the girl's diamond and to suck each one of her nipples, until she was laying atop Laurie and 
they were kissing like teenage lovers in the front seat at a drive in. Laurie shifted and maneuvered Jenny into place so that they were erect to nipple to erect nipple and their mounds were rubbing together. It only took a short moment of rubbing their clits together before they were both coming again.

For both of them, this orgasm was softer, less intense, but just as pleasant.

Jenny rolled off of Laurie to the wrong side and instead of claiming her section of the mattress; she landed on top of Desmond, who graciously accepted her into his arms. Not knowing what else to do, she allowed the kiss he gave her to happen. Once it had happened, she didn't even want to stop it. And, once she felt his cock coming to life and growing stiff between them, the only thing she could think about was having it inside her. 

As she positioned herself over his cock and sank down on it, she didn't even wonder what Paul was doing at that moment.

*

"We have to hurry," Paul was saying as Frankie kneeled in front of him. 

"Don't worry," she told him as she removed his cock from his trousers. "They think I'm at tennis practice and they don't know your meetings are postponed, so Laurie's showing her the town."

Paul gasped and gripped her hair as she took him into her mouth, "But what if they come back here?"

She let him slip from between her lips and held him in her hand as she said, "They won't. Trust me when I say they're busy."

Paul sighed as her lips moved back over his cock and she bathed it with her tongue, and he at that moment had no care as to whether Jenny and Laurie were busy or not. His only thought was as to how glad he was that it had been Frankie who answered the phone when he'd called them to say his meetings were cancelled for the day. 

*

Jenny moaned as her cunt swallowed all eight inches of Desmond's cock. She slowly lifted herself up and just as slowly lowered herself again, and continued in this manner as she felt Laurie behind her, cupping her breasts and kissing her neck, and urging her on. 

"That's it," Laurie whispered in her ear as she tweaked her nipples. "Ride his cock. Fuck him, hon. Fuck him."

*

Now, both naked, Paul dragged Frankie to the bed and all but threw her atop of it. He didn't bother kissing as she opened her legs wide for him. He was glad that she'd put on weight since she'd come to America, because he was about to try to break her in half. And, as hard as he was pounding her, he just might have done it if she were as skinny as she'd been a few months ago. 

*

Jenny gasped and moaned as Desmond rolled her onto her back and drove into her unmercifully. She wrapped her creamy white thighs around his ebony buttocks and squeezed him even deeper into her. 

As he continued to pump her, Jenny groaned with pleasure at the touch of Laurie's finger against her anus. She was able to look over her shoulder and see her young lover spreading Desmond's butt cheeks apart and rubbing his anus with her thumb. 

Desmond grunted and thrust harder into Jenny. Laurie was now sucking one of her toes as she dug her thumb a little deep into Desmond's asshole. In a moment, she had penetrated him with her thumb and almost at that exact instant he was spurting his third load of semen and spraying the walls of Jenny's vagina. 

As he rolled off of her, Laurie recognized that Jenny was on the verge but not quite there, so she buried her face in Jenny's cunt and sucked her clit for all it was worth. In just a few seconds of sucking, she again had Jenny screaming to God in heaven. 

*

Paul had rolled her onto her face and was greasing her asshole with his jar of Vaseline. He pushed into her and she felt her sphincter muscle contract and attempt to repel him. He leaned his lips down to her ear and whisper, "Relax, child."

Frankie did, and with his next push, Paul was inside her asshole. 

She was so tight, it felt as if a vice were gripping his penis and in only a few strokes he was filling her rectum with his sperm.

*

Desmond lay spent in the middle of the bed with Jenny and Laurie on either side of him, their heads each resting on a shoulder and each playing with his nipple that was nearest them. After a moment, he sighed and said, "That was incredible."

So as not to let him forget the real reason he'd been allowed to join them, Laurie said, "Two thousand dollars worth of incredible."

"Yes," Desmond said. "It was. I don't know who is better. You or your aunt."

Laurie giggled and said, "Perhaps next time she'll bring my cousin Natasha."

Desmond looked at Jenny and said, "My you are a wicked one. You have two nieces that you've bedded. You'd fit right in if I ever took you back to Jamaica with me."

"I've been to Jamaica before," Jenny said. "But Natasha isn't my niece."

Before his disappointment could register, Laurie leaned her lips to his ear and said, "She's her daughter."

Desmond's eyes grew wide and he looked at Jenny and said, "You mean."

"Nope," she interrupted. But with a shrug continued, "Who knows though. I helped you with your fantasy. Maybe someday you can help me with mine."



The End