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Love Lost, Then Found Ch. 03

By: jerseyblue



Hanks' mind was spinning as he walked out of the house. What had just happened? Amy had attacked him in the bathroom and it seemed things were moving pretty fast. Where was it all going? Damn her father! He grabbed a cold one and cheese burger. He was starving. He also needed to say hello to Amy's mom, Elsie.

He found her seated in the shade, seemingly enjoying watching the happenings. "Hello, Mrs. Morris."

"Why, Hello, Hank. And don't call me Mrs. Morris. Call me Elsie." and she flashed that smile. "It seems you have been causing quite a ruckus."

Hank began to apologize.

Elsie raised her hand to stop him. "No need to. Seems those two needed it, especially that Perry fellow. Don't see what Joe sees in him. Enough about them. How are things with you?"

Hank felt right at ease talking with her. He talked about school, his new job, even his future. Things just flowed until Elsie asked, "You're quite fond of Amy, aren't you? I know she is of you."

Hank was speechless. Suddenly he couldn't find the words to express the way he felt. Elsie sensed his uneasiness and changed the subject. "Are you staying the night? It is a long ride for you to go home, isn't it? How long is it?"

"It's 4 hours and I wasn't planning on staying", replied Hank.

"Nonsense! You'll stay the night. We'll fix up the extra room. No arguments."

Jesse came by just as the decision made. She was saying her good-byes. Her daughter Lindsay was getting tired and they wanted to get home. Jesse had heard that they just issued a severe thunderstorm warning and she didn't want to get caught in it. Off to the west, you see thunderstorm clouds building.

Hank rose to say good-bye. "Sorry I didn't meet your husband. Was he here?"

Elsie stifled a cough. "He never comes," replied Jesse. "Doesn't like big gathering and is too busy with work." With that she gave Hank a big hug and a kiss on the cheek. "I never have seen Amy so happy. You're good for her."

After Jesse left Hank went looking for Amy. A lot of people were leaving as they too had heard about storms. With less people it was easier to find her. He found her in heated discussion with Roger Perry. Hank wasn't close enough to make out what they were saying but both were making their feelings known. He decided to wait.

He didn't wait long. Amy got in the final word and walked off. He ran to catch her.

"You OK? He asked.

"NO!" she replied. "He is such an ass. He said now that he is a lawyer and settled he thinks that he and I should get back together. The nerve of him! We never were together. He makes me so mad! Wait! You not going now, are you?"

"No, your mom said we could fix up the extra room or something. She doesn't want me driving 4 hours in the coming storm."

"That's great. Let's go help mom cleanup then we'll get that room ready."

It wasn't until close to 10PM that everything was cleaned up. Hank helped out in the kitchen and put away some things. He had a chance to talk to Amy's mom. She was really down to earth. Hank caught her by surprise when the radio they were listening to play a disco song. He grabbed her hand and started dancing around the kitchen. It was only for a few minutes and when they stopped, they were both laughing.

Amy came into to see what all the commotion was.

"My, young man, I haven't dance like that, well, ever," Elsie said, catching her breath.

"My pleasure, Ma'am." Hank bowed.

"Don't let this one go," Elsie said turning to Amy, who just smiled.

He never saw Amy's dad and he began to feel that he had earned some more negative points with him. Beat him at horseshoes, basically embarrassed him in front of his cronies, helping clean-up and not sitting on front porch swapping stories, smoking cigars, and drinking whiskey with the boys. Roger was there. When Roger left he made sure he made his good byes to Amy and her mom. They seemed to be happy to see him go. The fact that Hank was staying didn't set well. He overheard, how could he miss it, Dad's objections to it but Elsie said he staying and that's it.

The storm seemed to be cooking up and moving closer as Amy showed Hank his room. It was a room in the attic that wasn't used much. It was clean. The bed was good and there were two windows he could open. He needed to as it was quite warm. Amy asked him if he needed anything and then gave him a kiss on the cheek as she said good night.

Love Lost, Then Found Ch. 04



Hank needed to think. As he lay on the bed in his boxers, the breeze from the opening window was blowing over him and he tried to make sense of today. He never got a chance to talk to Amy and tell her how he felt. Amy's behavior was so different today than any other time. Starting with the kiss when he first arrived, the moment in the bathroom till just a few minutes ago, what was going on?

As he lay there trying to sort things out, Amy's voice called out quietly from the bottom of the stairs.

"Hank, you awake? Can I come up?"

"Sure," Hank replied but there was an air of confusion in his voice.

Amy turned on the light at the bottom of the stairs. Hank could see Amy in the soft light it gave off. He could see that she was wearing a cotton t-shirt that barely covered her ass and as she lay down on the bed, he could smell the shampoo in her hair. She had just finished a quick shower.

Amy laid on her stomach across the bed so she could look out the window. This way it caused her shirt to ride up reviling her ass cheeks. As Hank shifted to lie next to her, he could see them clearly but in the dim light he wasn't sure if she was naked or wearing a thong. Whichever it was, her ass was perfect. It was a good thing he was on his stomach because his cock began to grow. When Amy moved closer to him so they were touching, it grew harder.

Amy found herself talking about the weather outside. She suddenly realized how nervous she was. She was about to take a big step and she hoped she didn't disappoint Hank. She was now afraid that she might mess up a good thing and she didn't want that. So she rolled on her side to face Hank and began to speak. Before she could, Hank kissed her. She knew it was the right decision.

After the kiss, Hank pulled away and gave her a look as if to ask if was OK. Amy stood up and pulled her shirt over her head. For the first time she was naked before a man and it felt right. She lay back down on the bed and smiled at him.

Hank knew it too. This was not like others he had been with. This wasn't about feeling good and the physical sensation of good sex. No, this was about making love. True love. His whole being and senses were filled with her presence, her smell, her skin, her hair, her heart and soul. He began to gently kiss her. Her mouth, then her neck, her shoulders, slowly working to her breast and nipples. While her kissing her, his hands were exploring the soft curves of her hips and legs, gradually working his way up to her pussy. She was already wet and let out a soft moan as he touched her. He moved his hands up to her breasts and started kissing his way down her body. Amy reached her hands up and placed them over his, making him squeeze her breasts harder and roll her nipples between his fingers. Hank's mouth reached her pussy and he was delighted to find she was all auburn, soft and downy. She spread her legs wider. 

Of all the women Hank had been with he had never found one so wet. Her wetness flowed from her pussy. Her clit was sticking up and he began to lick and suck on it. She let out a low moan and grabbed his head. She bucked her hips upward shoving her pussy into his face and erupted in an orgasm. She stifled her scream with her night shirt. Then throwing the shirt aside, she grabbed his shoulders and pulled him up to her. She kissed him deeply and then said, "God, I'm so in love with you! I never dreamed it could feel this good. Now it's my turn." 

She rolled Hank onto his back. Reaching down, Amy pulled off his boxers. His cock popped free. It had never felt this hard. Amy looked at it for a few seconds. She had never seen a real cock before. She and her sister had looked at some magazine and she had watched a porno film once. It seemed big to her but she wanted it. She bent down and slowly began to move her long auburn hair up and down his chest and stomach, letting it fall gently around his cock and balls. The feeling was incredible. His skin was never so sensitive. Straddling his legs, she began to caress his chest, arms, and sides. Then she leaned down and kissed his nipples. It was electric. She tongued, sucked, and nibbled on them. Hank's cock seemed to grow another inch it felt so hard. He reached for her breasts but Amy moved his hands away. 'It's my turn," she said again and placed his hands at his sides. 

Amy now began kissing her way down to her cock. She kissed all around it and then grabbing her breasts, placed it between them and began rubbing up and down. It was an amazing feeling as each time she would give the head of his cock a little lick, nibble, kiss, or suck. Hank could feel his balls constricting.

"I'm going to cum," Hank said.

"Good", Amy said, "I want to watch it."

She laid her head on his stomach and began stroking him with her hand. A few seconds later Hank came in a flood of cum. It went on his chest, her face, her hands, her chest. She kept stroking, milking every last drop. She stopped and put her fingers in her mouth, licking them clean.

"Mmmmm, you taste good." She had an impish look of pride on her face.

They used her shirt to wipe the rest. She then moved back beside him.

"I've never done that before," she said.

Amy looked at Hank for a moment, then she said, "Hank, make love to me, but be gentle, I've never..."

Hank cut her off. "Are you sure you want me to?"

"Yes. I never been more in love or wanted someone as badly as I want you right now."

They laid together, kissing and caressing, until Hank was hard again. Amy rolled on to her back and pulled Hank on to her. As he moved into position, he couldn't believe how beautiful she was. He leaned down and kissed her. "I love you", he said, "I've never told anyone else that. I have never felt like I feel right now."

Amy started to cry lightly and hugged him. Hank kissed away her tears. Amy shifted under him and he felt the head of his cock enter her. She felt wonderful. So hot, so wet, and tight. Hank had never made love to a virgin but he knew he didn't want to hurt her. He slowly entered her. He pulled out and inched in deeper. On the third push he met resistance.

"Are you sure you want me to do this?" he asked.

"Yes, please yessss."

Hank eased further into her until he felt a popping sensation. Amy winced and then hugged him tighter.

"Keep going, please keep going," she pleaded.

He slowly continued to work himself in and out of her. After few minutes she wrapped her legs even tighter around his waist. Then she pulled them up with her arms, pulling her hips up to an angle where he could get deeper penetration. Now Hank began to shove harder and faster. Amy was saying, "Oh, oh, oh," in a kind of high pitch whimper with each thrust. She got a little louder with each thrust and her breaths shallower.

He knew he was on the verge of cumming. He couldn't let go now, not until she came. She began crushing him with her arms and legs. "Oh God, Hank, I love you, I love you," she was saying with each thrust. He began driving into her with everything he had. The bed was banging against the wall, the bed springs were squeaking, and Amy was screaming out loud at this point, "I'm cumming!" Hank also let go and they came together in a mind blowing orgasm that left them both drained and exhausted.

They had lost all track of time as they laid there. Hank rolled off her and lay on his back next to her. Amy rolled onto her side. She reached down to his cock and began raking her finger nails on it.

"Does it always stay this hard?" she asked.

"Just for you," Hank replied. It must have been true because he never stayed this hard this long for any other girl he was ever with. He was surprised at his hardness but ready to go again.

Amy threw her leg over his and her breasts cradled into his side. He could feel the heat and dampness of her pussy as they lay there.

"Do you always stay this wet?" he asked as he reached down and stroked her pussy.

"I don't know. This all new to me" she replied as she began to squirm at his touch.

With that she climbed on top, and eased herself onto him.

This time the lovemaking was slow. Amy leaned back and rocked herself front and back, then wiggled her hips left and right. "Mmmmm, that feels so good," she said. Hank was in such a state of bliss he couldn't reply. He reached up and caressed her nipples. 

"My breasts are so sensitive," she said with her eyes closed, "That feels soooo good!"

Hank pulled her down and kissed her. Her nipples were barely brushing his chest and it felt wonderful. He looked into her eyes and it was amazing the love he felt at that moment. Amy started to tense up, her hips began to buck up and down. He moved his knees up so he could get more leverage to meet her bucking with his thrusts. Hank was in heaven. This woman was a perfect fit. Again, She was moaning, then saying, "Oh, oh, oh", in that breathy whimper she made before. Then she began crying louder. Her auburn hair moving and shimmering around her, her breasts bouncing, she was beautiful. He grabbed her waist and began shoving her down each time he thrust up. Their rhythm was perfect. Moments later they both came again at the same time. A perfect climax. They lay together, exhausted and sated. Before he drifted off to sleep, Hank knew he had found his true love. 



Love Lost, Then Found Ch. 05



Hank woke with a start. What time was it? Where was he? For a few seconds he lay in the bed confused. Then his mind cleared and things became clear. What had happened last night came into focus. Last night was the most fantastic night of his life. As he began to remember each moment his cock began to stir. He rolled over and reached for Amy but she was gone. Her side was still warm and he could smell her scent but she wasn't there.

He got up and got dressed. He went down stairs and headed for the kitchen. He could smell the bacon and eggs. As he entered the kitchen, Mrs. Morris was standing by the stove, cooking breakfast. 

"About time you got up," she said. "Did you sleep well?" The question had a tone as if she knew something. Hank was sure she heard them last night. "Coffee?"

Hank sat down at the table and Elsie served his breakfast. As he ate, Amy came in behind him. As she walked by, she lightly ran her finger across his neck. It sent shivers down his spine.

"Good morning, everyone," Amy said cheerfully. Her smile was beaming,

"You're certainly a ray of sunshine this morning. Have a good sleep?" her mom asked.

Hank was now positive that her mom knew about them. Amy ignored the comment and turned to Hank.

"Great, Mom!" she replied as she stretched. She was wearing a short pair of gym shorts and a thin shirt. Raising her arms above her head, she bared her midriff and Hank could see she wasn't wearing a bra. "How did you sleep, Hank?" She then leaned over and kissed him lightly on his lips. She looked into his eyes and flashed that smile that caused him to melt.

Elsie was watching the two of them and she smiled to herself. She had a good idea what happened last night. The storm never really developed but there were a couple of loud claps of thunder which woke her up. She got up to check and see if everyone was OK especially Hank in the attic. As she approached the attic, she could see a light underneath the door. She could hear some noise and it didn't take much to figure out what was going up there. When she returned to bed, her husband asked what that noise was. She told him to go back to sleep as it was only the wind.

She also noticed a difference this morning. Amy was happy and full of energy while Hank seemed nervous. He acted like he didn't want to be in the same room as her. He acted like he knew she knew and wasn't sure of her reaction.

"Hank, I'm not sure when you're leaving but when you do, remember you are welcomed to come again. Perhaps you can stay longer." Elsie looked over her shoulder and could see him smile.

"Yes, I would like that," replied Hank.

Amy then said, "Before you go, I want to show you around the property. You haven't seen the barn yet. So hurry up."

Hank finished up his breakfast, washed up and met Amy on the front porch. She took him by the hand and they headed off towards the barn. For Amy the walk was taking too long.

24 hours ago she was virgin and had never seen an erect cock. Now it was all she could think about. It was like last night turn a switch on and she couldn't shut it off. She didn't want too either. She wanted to spend the rest of the day...heck the rest of her life making love with Hank.

They walked a few yards into the barn. She turned and kissed Hank deeply. Her hands went to his pants and quickly pulled them down. 

"There he is!" she said as she sunk to her knees and his cock began to stiffen. She stroked its length. She opened her mouth and swallowed it halfway. She began to bob up and down, licking, sucking, and nibbling on it. She would stop at the head and lick the underside. Hank's cock grew harder. To Amy it felt amazing. It was hard yet velvety. She began to move quicker, taking more into mouth. Her pussy became wetter and wetter the more she sucked. She could feel little spasms in it.

Hank was speechless. The feelings he was experience were none he had ever felt. It wasn't the blow job. It was who was giving it. He knew he wouldn't last long.

Amy seemed to sense that Hank was going to cum. His breath was coming faster and his hips were beginning to buck in rhythm with her. She abruptly stopped. Hank looked at her pleadingly.

She stood up, turned around, and bent over a hay bale. As she did this, she lowered her shorts. She wasn't wearing any underwear. "Fuck me."

What Hank saw in front of him was beautiful. A perfect ass and a pussy so wet it glistened. He moved closer and placed his cock at her opening. He eased in. It was like a warm velvet glove that surrounded his cock. He began to thrust slowly in and out. Amy matched his strokes.

Amy could feel her orgasm approaching. It was going to different than last night. She softly cried, "Yes, yes, yes" with each stroke as the feeling increased. Her orgasm began with "O God, O God", and waves of pleasure started at her toes and deep within her, washing over her body ending in her pussy.

Her orgasm clenched at Hank's cock, drawing his climax from him. "Oh, Lord," he moaned. "I'm going to shoot."

"Yes, baby," Amy groaned. "Fill me up!"

He thrust once, twice, then came, hard. Almost without movement, their orgasms continued for long seconds.

He collapsed onto her back. His face nuzzled into her sweet smelling hair and her pussy slick, swollen, and twitchy pressed against his crotch. When it ended, they had wrung every drop of pleasure from each other. 

After they recovered, Amy kissed him so hard it bruised his lips.

They walked out of the barn over to his truck. 

As he started the engine, Amy leaned into cab.

"This is just the beginning," she whispered. "I love you." 



Love Lost, Then Found Ch. 06



"I'm cumming, Hank, Fuck me harder." 

Hank increased his speed and plowed deeper into her pussy. Her eyes locked on his and then rolled back.

"Oh God! Yes fuck me baby. Cum in me. I want to feel it."

"Yeah babe," Hank yelled as he filled her pussy with his cum. He held his body up until he felt his cock slip from her pussy, then he rolled off her.

Brianna rolled on her side and threw her leg over him. He could feel the dampness and heat from her pussy. "That was fantastic. As usual." she whispered. The two of them stayed this way until morning.

Hank was in the kitchen of his condo when Brianna appeared around the corner. She had on a bathrobe which practically swallowed her in its creamy silk folds. Lucky robe. Brianna was beyond adorable. Girl-next-door, rounded curvy body, big eyes and reddish blonde hair. They played together on the museum softball team. Last night after the game they went to Hank's condo and had sex. It was a regular occurrence. To Hank, she was a "fuck friend" but he was beginning to feel Brianna wanted a little more from him. He wasn't sure if he was ready for that. Besides he was ten years older that her and that bothered him. He didn't know why but it did.

"Going to take a shower, OK?" she said and with that she padded off.

Hank heard the shower water start to run. He debated whether to go and take one with her. He could picture her tipping her head back and letting the water hit her breasts. The hot water teasing, puckering her nipples. Just perfect for sucking. The slick feel of her soapy skin as she ran her hands over her body. He could feel it. Suddenly the tea kettle whistled, bringing him back.

The two of them ate breakfast and kissing him good bye, Brianna left for her apartment. "See you Monday."

Hank spent the rest of the weekend doing errands and then went to the Nationals' game. He had friends who had a luxury box so it was great to go. Sometimes they went with their wives and they always brought someone for Hank, trying to fix him up. This time it was just the guys so Hank felt like going.

Hank was doing pretty well. He just finished his Doctorate in History, had written numerous books and was well respected in his field. For 4 years he was the Ass't Director at the Smithsonian Museum of History and there was talk he was on the very short list for the head job. After only 15 years out of college, he was doing well.

His love life was not so good. He never got over Amy dumping him or how she did it. He thought that everything was going so well. Then he got a post card saying it was all over and don't try to contact her. She never returned to college. All her best friend in college could tell him that it wasn't good and he should just move on.

Hank tried. He got married to a lawyer named Susan, a raven hair beauty with a perfect body, perfect face, and she knew it. Looking back, why they got married Hank didn't know. At first it was great but they were headed in different directions. He was satisfied with his writings and museum jobs. She wanted more, much more. So they used each other to get ahead. He got into the Smithsonian and she became a high powered lobbyist on Capitol Hill. After 7 years, they decided it was better to part. They were still friends and as a matter of fact, they still went out together. If one of them needed a date for an important dinner or meetings, they called. The sex was usually pretty good after too.

Since then he never had any problem finding a girl friend, the latest being Brianna. But he couldn't make that final commitment to any of them. He couldn't even make it to Susan.

Monday morning Hank sat in his office. He knew he had a meeting that afternoon but there was nothing until then. He called out to his secretary to see if he had anything and she said he didn't. He decided that he get out and walk around the Museum. He started a new program in which he hired young college students who acted as role players in some of the exhibits. He was getting good feedback as the students interacted with the people. A number of school groups were especially happy with them. He checked the schedule and noticed there was an 8th grade group scheduled. He checked the name and discovered that it was a school that wasn't that far from his home town. He decided to see for himself how things were going. It was time to get out of his office and back to what he liked, interacting with people about history. So he grabbed a clipboard and headed out. 

He found the group by the Birmingham, Alabama Civil Rights exhibit. He nodded to the two workers and proceeded to listen and watch. The group was about 20 students. Hank checked his clipboard to see if he could find the teachers' names. He thought he might ask them and some of their students their opinions. The two teachers' names were Mr. Williams and Mrs. Perry.

As he moved around, Mr. Williams was easy to spot but he couldn't seem to find Mrs. Perry. Finally he asked one of students were her teacher was. The girl pointed to woman who was standing off to right. Hank could only see her from the back. She had medium length auburn hair and was dressed in a pair of nice jeans and colored collared shirt. The fact she had auburn hair already made Hank interested to meet her. As he moved closer, he could hear her talking to a one of the students. There was something familiar about the voice but he couldn't place it.

Hank tapped her on the shoulder. "Excuse me, could I ask you some questions about..." She turned and they looked at each other. There was an awkward silence.

"Amy?"

"Hank? Oh my God, it is you!" she said loud enough to cause people to look.

Amy was speechless. She was confused and embarrassed. She just reacted. She hugged him tightly then suddenly remembered where she was. She let go and step back, flustered. 

They both tried to remain calm. No matter how hard they tried they couldn't. Their hearts were racing and there was so much to say, to ask but the words couldn't come. Finally Hank broke the silence.

"Amy, err, Mrs. Perry, I would like to ask you some questions about this presentation. Could you come with me?"

Amy nodded. "Let me tell my colleague and I'll be right back."

Hank watched her walk over to the other teacher. His mind was racing but he couldn't really think. 

After Amy told Mr. Williams, they left together. Mr. William gave her an odd look and some of the students appeared curious "Well, What questions would you like me to answer?" she said upon her return.

Amy hadn't changed. She had those same sparklingly eyes and winning smile. Her figure had filled out. Bigger breasts and fuller hips, just like her mom. 

As they walked, all the stories about what happened came pouring out. After Hank left, her Dad confronted her. He knew what happened that night and he knew what just happened in the barn.He blew up. He forbad her from seeing Hank again, took her out of college, and told her was going to marry Roger Perry. It was like house arrest. She fought back all summer but finally gave in. He just wore her down. She agreed to marry Roger even though she didn't love him. She gave in because she felt trapped. She finished her education and became a teacher. She stayed married to Roger for 10 years and they had one child, a daughter who was 14 now. Her dad made sure that she had everything. Big house, big car, big deal.

Roger became a big name in politics, just like her Dad said he would but he cheated on her a number of times after the baby was born. The final straw was finding him in their own bed with 20 year old intern. She threw him out then and there. She never changed her name back because of her daughter. As she finished she said "I am sorry." and she began to cry.

Hank pulled her close. He held her tight. It was like the years just washed away. He lifted her chin and began to kiss away her tears. He knew right then he would not let her get away again.

They were gone almost two hours. They walked aimlessly though the museum. Even though there where large crowds it seemed as if there were only them. If Hank had his way, they would have been gone much longer. Before he let her go, they exchanged phone numbers and e-mails and promises. He held her one more time and kissed her in front of her students, much to her embarrassment and the students' delight.



Love Lost, Then Found Ch. 07



For the rest of the week in Washington, Amy was a wreck. She couldn't decide if the chance meeting with Hank was a blessing or a curse. At one moment, she wanted to throw it all away, call him and run off somewhere together. The next moment she felt they could never go back to the way it was so it was a waste of time. She needed to talk to someone and Seth Williams, the chaperones, and the students were not the people to talk with. 

Upon returning, Amy spent the weekend trying to decide what to do. She was always very logical but this time logic didn't help. She realized that she wasn't really happy with her life. Oh, she had a great daughter, a job where everyone liked and respected her but it was time for her to do what made her happy. After thinking it over, she came to a decision. She was going to contact Hank and see if there was any magic left.

When Amy arrived at school, she was greeted by a huge bouquet of flowers. Everyone was very curious about who they were from. Amy didn't want to tell but the word was already spreading about her meeting Hank so she didn't try to hide it. 

There was also an email from Hank. It said that he wouldn't call unless she wanted him to. All she had to do was reply. Also he was inviting her to come to Washington for the weekend. The date was first weekend after school ended. When she came in that day she knew what she was going to do. Now when it came time for her to take the step, she had second thoughts.

The week was terrible. The students were pains. The teachers and even some parents kept asking questions. There were endless and meaningless meetings. She found it hard to concentrate on her classes. The principal called her in to ask what was going on and what about the missing two hours. By the time Amy got home Friday, she was beat, emotionally and physically. She found a note from her daughter, Carrie, saying she was staying at friend's house. "Good," thought Amy as she went to cabinet for a glass and bottle of wine. She needed time alone.

Amy spent the evening sipping wine, listening to music and looking through old photographs. She found one of her and Hank. It was taken that 4th of July. She wiped the dust off of it. It was a great picture of the two of them. Amy sighed as she said to no one, "How young we look and happy too." She also noticed how much her body has changed.

Roger didn't like the changes her body went through. During her pregnancy he hardly touched her but her hormones raged. She needed to be loved and to be touched as her body felt foreign to her. She became so frustrated she bought a vibrator to ease her tension. It helped a little but it couldn't hold her in its arms. After giving birth her breasts grew from a C-cup to D-cup and her hips flared. She was no longer the same girl that Roger married but a 36-27-36 woman. Roger wanted a trophy wife, not a woman. He became more distant after Carrie was born. She tried everything but nothing worked. She found putting herself into her daughter and her work easier. Sex was the furthest from her mind. She tried dating after the divorce but it didn't work. Seth Williams, her co-teacher, kept trying but she wasn't interested. She hadn't made love to anyone since Roger left. Actually before he left.

As she looked at the picture she began to think about that night with Hank. It was a simpler time. It was her first time in a long time that she allowed herself to think about it. The more she thought, her pussy began to tingle. "Whoa girl, slow down," she mumbled.

Amy had finished off the bottle and she realized she was drunk. It had been a long time since that too. She decided she needed to go to bed. As she began to undress she looked at herself in the mirror. Clad in white satin bra and panties, she checked herself out. "Not bad. " With that she turned, swaying her ass. "Not bad."

She turned back. She cupped her breasts and felt a tingle. Something she hadn't felt in years. She began to caress them and again she thought back that night. Her nipples puckered up as she pulled on them. She suddenly wanted more. She slid one hand between her thighs. Heat radiated from beneath her panties, beckoning for her attention. She brushed her fingers over the smooth surface of white satin, and her gaze lowered, desire colored her cheeks. She licked her lips nervously.

Her pussy clenched beneath the thin covering of cloth. The urge to slide her finger into her pussy grew out of control. She had to surrender to it. She eased her hand into her panties, searching for the source of the irresistibly moist warmth. A smile came to her lips and she gasped. Her pussy clenched, hungry for more. She brushed her fingers over her clit and she gave out a deep low moan. A jolt of pleasure rocked through her. Her pussy dripped with desire.

She could feel Hank's caress on her shoulders. She could see his eyes as they burned into her. She could taste his kisses. She could smell his scent. It had been some time since Amy felt this way. She wanted more. 

She moaned again and stroked her pussy gently, teasing it, tormenting herself with soft, light touches. She grabbed the bedpost and began to slide slowly up and down it. She could see her reflection in the mirror. She felt as if she was watching someone else.

Heat flushed her cheeks, shame and need combined as she slid a finger deep inside. Her thumb rubbed her clit. Amy bit down on her bottom lip, her panties wet, and her thighs tight. She grounded her pelvis into the post.

Her hard nipples strained against her bra. Her breath came in short, sharp gasps. She groaned. She couldn't hold back much longer. She didn't want to hold back. She craved the release that was just out of reach. No! She wanted more. Her hips danced; passion claimed her thoughts and movement. Tears stung her eyes. She didn't want the moment to end.

Amy gave a long low moan. Her hips shuttered. It hurt. Oh God, it hurt but she wanted more. Needed more. 

Her thighs clenched; she couldn't stop it. Pressure built and began spread outward from her pussy. She pressed harder into the post. Her eyes stayed focus on the mirror. Her fingers moved feverishly beneath the soft satin of her panties. Her nipples ached. Her breath burned in chest.

Her body no longer her own, Amy began to whimper. Pleasure rippled through her, tore into her. She gasped, her back arching as it hit. Hard. Fast. Without mercy. "Oh God!" she screamed. She tried to ride it but it was like nothing she had felt in a long time. She slid to the floor a beaten, sated wreck. Trembling, sweat coating her skin, Amy didn't move. Her heartbeat slowed, her thoughts settled, she shivered. As she stood up, her legs felt like they might give out. She crawled under the covers, exhausted but before she drifted off to sleep she knew she have to reply to an email tomorrow.



Love Lost, Then Found Ch. 08



Hank felt like a caged animal. He keep checking his watch but it seemed time wasn't moving. He left the office and paced around the Museum. He didn't talk to anyone because he knew he bite their head off. He went outside. The late June DC heat made it uncomfortable but he decided he keep walking. As he walked he thought, "Get a hold of yourself. You'll screw this up so calm down." He suddenly realized he had reached the Lincoln Memorial. It seemed he ended up here when he needed time to think. He spent the evening here after he met Amy, thinking about what to do. It seemed Mr. Lincoln always had the right answer. He sat down on the steps and thought. Time passed quickly. He checked his watch again. Finally it was time to go to the airport.

Hank got to Reagan Airport in plenty of time. The usual traffic backup hadn't started yet. Leaving the airport might be a different problem. He checked the arrivals and found the plane was on time. He headed for the gate, stopping for a soda on the way. He decided he would stand off to the side. This way he could see Amy without dealing with the exiting passengers.

He couldn't miss her as she came through the gate. She had a concerned look on her face as she scanned the crowd but to Hank, she stood out all alone.

"Amy," he called out, "over here."

She turned and smiled. She walked towards him. 

"Damn", thought Hank. She still had that smile and he could see the sparkle in her eyes as she neared. She was dressed in a conservative gray skirt, white top and gray jacket. She held out her hands and Hank took them. He pulled her closer and kissed her on the lips lightly. "Let me look at you," she said as she stood back, still holding his hands. For a few seconds, they stood in silence.

Hank spoke first. "Let's go get your bags. How many did you bring?"

Amy laughed. "Only one! And this carry-on. I'm only staying for 3 days." The unspoken thought between them was would it lead to longer stays?

The bag came out quickly and they headed for the car. As they got there, Amy smiled and shook her head. "You have changed."

"In what way?" asked Hank defensively.

"When I last saw you, you were driving a 5 year old Ford Pick-up with over 100,000 miles on it. Now this? Amy pointed to a new shiny blue BMW.

Hank smiled. "Hey! Single guy, good job, in DC. You need to have an edge. And plenty of room in the trunk. Hop in," and he threw her bags in the trunk.

Amy took off her jacket and slid into the front seat. As she did her skirt rode up to show quite a bit of her thigh. She made no effort to pull it down. She also left a few buttons undone on her blouse. She had decided, "What the heck." She was already taking a huge step in coming here. She noticed that Hank noticed when he got in. As soon as they left the airport, they found themselves in "rush hour". Even though it wasn't normally a long drive, it would be a little longer today.

As they crawled along, they talked about the weather, your basic idle chatter. Then Amy decided to ask the big question. The one that she felt she had to ask. "So I told you somethings about myself in the past 15 years, now it's your turn. I've told you about Roger and what went on. You haven't really said a lot about you. I feel I need to know."

Hank dreaded this moment and he had thought about his answer. Should he tell her how lost, how hurt, and confused he was when she just disappeared from his life? Should he tell her he gave up playing baseball because he couldn't concentrate? How about that he and her two former roommates, her two best friends, moved in together and fucked their brains out almost every night that 1st semester? Maybe he should tell her how he hasn't had a deep meaningful relation with any woman including his ex-wife since he lost her? That she left a hole in life that could be possibly filled now. What he said in the next few minutes could decide their future.

"Amy, what went on since the last time we were together is water under the bridge. It's in the past. This is now. What I told you that last night together, I meant it and I still do. Always will. Let's just take things as they come."

Amy didn't say anything. She really didn't know what to say. Suddenly she knew that he was as unsure as she was. She moved her hand and placed it on Hank's thigh. She gave it a slight squeeze and let it rest there. He'll tell me when he's ready. She knew all she needed to know for now.

They pulled in front of Hank's condo in Old Alexandria. It was one of those narrow row homes that added to the charm of the city. Hank's was an end one so it was actually two. Hank opened the door and Amy went in. She was surprised on how spacious it was. Also how it was decorated. It wasn't like she expected. He had changed.

"Bedroom is upstairs with the main bathroom off of it. I suppose you will want to freshen up. We have dinner reservations for 7. I'll bring your bags up."

Amy went upstairs, she entered the bedroom and noticed the bed was a queen size 4 posters. Pillows and bed spread that matched. Very tastefully done. She went into the bathroom and shut the door. This is going well so far. She heard Hank bring in her suitcase. 

"Do I time for a quick shower?"

"Sure, I'll meet you down stairs."

Amy stripped down and stepped into the shower. The water felt good and she quickly lathered up. As she soaped her breasts, her nipples began to harden. "Calm down" she said aloud. She rinsed off the soap and toweled off. She opened the door and the cool air of bedroom washed over her. She needed it. The air felt hot enough without her own heat. 

She opened her suit case and took out a yellow summer halter dress. Her sister and daughter helped pick out her clothes for the trip. Carrie said she didn't want her mother looking like a Mid-West school teacher. She picked out the shoes too. Amy was embarrassed when they took her to Victoria Secret for new underwear. Something about no granny panties. They were right though. She felt different. Sexy. She slid on the yellow panties and tied the halter behind her neck. No bra but the dress did give her some support. She put on some lipstick and checked herself in the mirror. Suddenly she felt like a school girl on her 1st date. "Here goes," she said nervously.

"I'm ready, Hank." She descended the stairs and stood waiting.

Hank came around the corner, buckling his belt. He looked up. 

" Wow, you look fantastic!"

Amy blushed. "Thank you."

As they left the house and walked towards the restaurant, Hank reached over and took Amy's hand. She took it and held it tight. It was like a first date.

The restaurant was a small French one. Hank had dined there often having brought many of his dates here. The head waiter said Hello to Hank and guided them to their table. Hank ordered the wine and then made suggestions to Amy as to what was good. Amy was impressed. This wasn't college Hank who ate cold chili from a can. As they ate Hank told her a little more about his job and the area. He was opening himself up, slowly, cautiously.

"Monsieur Henri! How are you? You didn't tell me you were coming!" A big man stopped at table. He slapped Hank on the back and then turned to look at Amy. "And who is this beautiful mademoiselle?"

Hank introduced Amy to Claude, the restaurant's owner. He took her hand and kissed it. Amy blushed. Still holding it he turned to Hank, "Finally, your taste in women has equaled your taste in food. Magnifique!"

The dinner was excellent. The wine was outstanding. The conversation continued to be light as they reminisced on the old college days. Everything was perfect just like Hank wanted it and Amy hoped it would be.

But a little voice in Amy's head kept talking. We both have changed. I'm a school teacher who has put on a few pounds with a teenage daughter to boot. Hank drives a BMW, speaks French and knows his wines. We're so different than we were. How many other women did he bring here. Was this the right thing to do?

They left the restaurant and walked the streets, stopping in stores and window shopping. Amy was having a wonderful time but she knew they would have to stop. It was getting late and shops were closing. The thought of going back to Hank's both frightened and excited her.

The walk back went faster that Amy expected. They entered and Hank directed her to the living room.

"Would you like a nightcap?" Hank asked as they stood in living room.

"Yes. OK," Amy replied nervously. 

As Hank left, she thought she needed something to calm her down. She felt nervous, tense. She was worried about what was going to happen next. She wasn't the same girl she was 15 years ago. What if he didn't like what he saw? All kinds of thoughts went through her head. Roger began to lose interest her right after Carrie was born. He didn't like the way her body change. Roger was a jerk.

She walked around the room. On the mantle she noticed some pictures so she took a look. She saw a picture of Hank's parents, one of his sister, Ginny, and some others of Hank with some other women. One was a picture of cute girl in a bikini who Hank had his arm around. She wondered which one, if any, was a picture of his ex, Susan. 

Hank poured two snifters of brandy. If Amy hadn't said yes to a drink, he would have to get one for himself. As he poured the drinks he noticed his hand was shaking. Christ, she looked great. All her curves were in the right places. Her breasts were fantastic! She was more beautiful now than she was 15 years ago. Hank turned on the sound system and headed for the living room.

Sinatra filled the room as he handed the drink to her. Amy never tasted brandy. She took a sip and as she swallowed, she could feel the warmth of it spread throughout her body. 

"So," Amy asked, "This is your Mom and Dad?"

Hank took down the picture. "Yes. Dad died right after college and Mom died two years ago." He put the picture back. He pointed to his sister. "That's Ginny, my sister. She is two younger than me. She is married to a really great guy, living in California with 2 kids. Haven't seen her in a while but we talk, email every week. I told her about you." What he didn't say is that she told him to be careful and take it slow. Ginny also reminded him about the last time.

"Who are the others?" Amy inquired. She suddenly felt nosy. "I'm sorry. You don't need to tell me."

"That's OK. They're just friends and co-workers,"

They walked and sat down on the sofa.

"Sinatra? What happened to AC/DC? I remember you as into 80's rock too." She smiled.

"There is a time and a place. I didn't think 'Dirty Deeds' was fitting." They both laughed.

Amy leaned back into the seat. She was lounging back, relaxed. It must be the brandy. There was an awkward silence. Hank put his drink down and Amy followed suit. They looked at each other. Hank moved forward, put his hand on her stomach and kissed her gently on the lips. He leaned back. 

Amy smiled. "It's been a long time."

With that the two kissed again. Deeply, passionately. Their tongues searched each other out. They bit, nibbled their lips. Their kisses became more frantic. Their hands roamed over the other's body. They could feel each other's heat grow.

Amy pushed Hank away, "Stop!" she said breathlessly. Hank looked confused.

"I want this to be right." With that she took him by the hand and climbed the stairs. She took him to the bedroom and letting go, moved next to the bed. Hank turned on the light. 

"No lights, please," Amy ask quietly.

"But I want to see you. I need to see you."

Amy sighed. She walked over to the bathroom. Hank followed her with his eyes. Amy turned the light on and then dimmed it. A soft light filled the room. For Amy the moment she dreaded was now. 

She walked towards Hank, kicking off her shoes. She stopped and stood a few feet from him. She smiled, reached her arms behind her neck, and undid the halter's clasp. Her dress dropped to her feet and she stepped out of it. She stood there clad only in her yellow panties. The ones from Victoria Secret her daughter help pick out. 

"Oh my God," Hank said softly, "You are beautiful". Hank kissed her. She kissed him back, hard. He began to kiss her neck, her shoulder. Amy softly moaned as she pulled off his shirt. She wanted to feel him, caress him, and love him. Her hands undid his belt and let them drop. She grabbed his erect cock. Oh God, she wanted him. Hank brought her over to the bed and laid her down.

Hank wanted her too. Right now but he fought the urge. He waited a long time for this moment, a moment he thought long gone and he wanted to make it last.

His hands found her breasts. They felt soft but full. When he pinched her nipple, she arched her back, craving more. He placed his mouth on the other one. He sucked it hard then playfully nibbled on it. Amy placed her hand on his making him squeeze her breast harder.

"It feels soooo good!" as her hips began to move.

Hank licked his way down her stomach, stopping to put his tongue in her navel. He then continued down.

Amy knew where he was going and the anticipation was building. Her panties were soaked and she needed him to take them off her. But he didn't. Hank pulled them up causing the material to slide between her pussy lips. Her panties rubbed against her clit sending chills through her. Hank licked and pulled on her outer lips. She groaned with the feeling. 

As Hank removed her wet panties, Amy lifted her hips off the bed. The cool air felt great. Hank buried his face into her before she could touch the bed.

She tasted wonderful. She was completely wet and he sucked the white creamy juice. He sucked her clit hard. She bucked against face. She put her hands on the back of head and held it there. Her feelings were increasing as he continued. She was getting close.

Hank took two of his fingers and slid them into her pussy. He began to move them in and out in a come hither movement. He could feel her g-spot and he worked it for all its worth.

The sensation changed. At first Amy felt like she was going to pee but it soon change to nothing she ever felt before. She couldn't describe it. It was the most amazing feeling. She began moaning, louder and louder, as the feeling grew stronger. Her brain was on overload. She kept repeating, "Oh God, Oh God." She could hear herself but it sounded like someone else. Someone she never knew existed. She grabbed her breasts, pinching her nipples. They ached to be touched.

When it finally hit, she screamed, "I'm cumming! Oh Fuck! I'm cumming!" She grabbed Hank's head then let go as she thrashed on the bed. Her hips bucked wildly almost tossing him off. Her pussy let loose with warm thick juice. A second orgasm followed close behind, almost as strong.

Hank stood up, his face wet from Amy's juices and quickly dropped his shorts. His cock sprang out. He glanced down at it. It appeared huge, larger than it ever had been. The head was swollen and angry purplish. He was hard as a rock. No longer was Hank making love. Pure animal lust had taken control. He placed his cock at Amy's opening and thrust in. She was so wet he slid in easily.

Amy's orgasm was slowly ending when Hank slammed his cock into her. It felt huge and filled her up completely. "Oh God, baby, Fuck me! Fuck me!"

Hank needed no urging. He slammed his cock deeply into her. His balls slapped her ass. Amy's pussy juice dripped off his chin onto her breasts and mingled with her sweat. Her breasts bounced wildly and her hips bucked in rhythm with Hank. Amy grabbed at the bed covers, tearing them from the bed.

She pulled her legs up and wrapped them around Hank's waist. She never felt as filled as when his cock went deeper. They were not making love but were two people overcome with lust and passion. Amy felt she was cumming over and over. No longer could she distinguish the difference between them except they seemed to getting stronger.

Hank was growling as he approached his orgasm. The head of his cock felt like it was going to explode. He pounded Amy harder, deeper. Despite the air conditioner, the two lovers were bathed in sweat.

Her orgasm hit her like a runaway train. It literally exploded on her. She seemed to lose control of her body, her mind. She dug her hands into his back and her legs flew wide. She screamed as she saw bright lights.

At the same time Hank came. His entire body shook as he shot into her pussy. Amy's pussy clenched around his cock and milked it. A loud "Aaaah" came from his mouth. He emptied his balls completely into her. He couldn't hold himself up and he collapsed on her, spent.

Amy lay under Hank holding him tight. She softly whimpered as she came down to earth. She had no idea how long her orgasm lasted as she lost track of everything but the feeling. Her body trembled and her pussy spasmed. She could feel Hank's cock slip out of her and his come trickle out. She was suddenly cold. Hank reached for a blanket and pulled it over them. Before they fell into exhausted sleep, Amy nestled into his arms. She gave a contented sigh. It was here she was going to stay, safe and warm.



Love Lost, Then Found Ch. 09



Amy awoke before Hank. She rolled on her side and faced him. Rising up on her elbow, she watched him breath. He lay on his back with his chest uncovered by the blanket. Amy wetted one of her fingers and rubbed his nipple. To her surprise, it puckered and rose up. Hank squirmed but stayed asleep. 

Amy took her hand and caressed her own nipple. It responded like Hank's, sending tingling feelings to her pussy. She let her hand continue down to her pussy. Her lips were swollen and moist. She felt her clit. It was hard. She circled it with her finger. The sensations started again. 

Amy sighed. She thought back to that July 4th. It was the only time she ever felt like she felt now. It was like the switch that was turned on that day was turned back on. All she wanted to do was make love. To cum again and again. To have her pussy filled. It was more the sex. It was being with Hank and giving of herself, her body.

She slowly lifted the blanket. Hank's cock lay on his thigh, semi erect. She put her hand around and slowly, lightly began stroking it. It grew bigger, harder. She placed her legs astride him and glided his erect cock into her. It took two or three strokes but she finally got all of in her. She sighed and relaxed. She could stay this way all day. Instead she began slid up and down its length.

Hank opened his eyes and smiled. "Good morning, beautiful. Sleep well?"

"Yes I did," Amy smiled back and she continued to move up and down. Her breasts bounced with the movement and the feeling made her feel warm.

Hank reached her breasts. Amy slapped them away. "No touching." Hank frowned.

Amy began move faster as the feeling increased. It felt great. Hank started to meet her movements with his. "Stop, just lay there and enjoy it."

Hank did for a few moments then started again. Amy put her hand on his chest pressed down. "Stop, I said. Just lay there!" she declared. There was an edge to her voice that Hank had never heard. Hank obeyed.

Only two things matter to Amy at this time, her feeling of being completely filled and Hank's hard cock. She bounced harder. The feeling was getting stronger. Her hands went to her breasts. She squeezed them, caressed them, and pinched them. Her breathing became ragged. She moaned a deep moan and closed her eyes

Hank watched, fascinated. He had never watched a women pleasure herself this way. She was using his cock to get off. Yet the way she moved and clenched her pussy, she was bringing him closer and closer.

Amy opened her eyes. They were bright and sparkled. She looked directly into his eyes. "I want you to cum with me. I want you to cum inside me. I want to feel you," she said as she increased her speed. 

Hank brought his knees up to give her more support but he didn't move his hips. Amy was moaning and she placed her hand on her clit. She began to stroke it. 

"Yes, yes, yes," she said over and over, louder and louder. "Now baby, now. Cum with me!" With that she slammed her pussy down the entire length of Hank's cock. On command, Hank erupted, filling Amy's pussy with come. 

When they both finished, Amy leaned back against Hank's knees." Now that's a good morning." They both laughed as Amy lay on Hank's chest. He put his arms around her and kissed her forehead.

"I am famished," Hank said, "All this exercise."

Amy snuggled closer and held him tight.

Hank laughed. "Hey, we can't live on love alone."

"Why not?" Amy sighed.

"Look, stay in bed until I get breakfast ready. There's a robe in the closet." With that Hank grabbed a pair of shorts and headed down to the kitchen.

Amy pulled the covers up. She could feel the warmth left by their lovemaking. It made her smile. She closed her eyes, pulled Hank's pillow close and held it.

She didn't know how long she lay in bed but she opened her eyes as the smell of coffee rose from the kitchen. She rose from the bed and went over to the closet. As she looked for a robe she noticed Hank's wardrobe. Expense suits, silk ties, Italian shoes, very impressive. More proof of the passage of time.

She found the robe. It too looked expensive. She put it on. The silk felt good on her skin but as she tied it, she wasn't sure of the fit. It barely covered her ass. When she pulled it to cover her boobs, it uncovered her pussy. Amy thought to herself, someone has worn this robe before. She looked for another one with no luck. 

She entered the kitchen and sat down at the table. She sat on the far side using the table to cover herself. Hank turned and served the breakfast, a 3 cheese omelet with toast and coffee. He noticed what robe she had on. "Shit," he said to himself. "That's Brianna's. I thought I got rid of it." He put the plate in front of Amy and sat down to eat. 

"This is delicious," Amy said. "I have to say. The cooking, speaking French, this house, all this. You've really changed."

"Yes I have but I had too. Midwest hick doesn't go well here. My ex, Susan, taught me the finer things. It was just the two of us and she didn't cook too well so I started to. When we went out, it was always the best restaurants so the French helped. Also work too. I know some German too. After the divorce, I bought this place. She sent a decorator to fix the place up right. She lives over in Georgetown."

"Why did you marry her? Did you love her?" Amy asked quietly.

"At first, maybe. Marriage seemed the right thing but as time went on we realized that it just wasn't working. We wanted different things. We worked on it for 7 years with no luck. So we decided to split with no hard feelings. I still see her once and a while. You might get a chance to meet her night"

Amy suddenly felt threatened. "I suppose this is her robe?" she asked defensively.

"No" Hank said quickly, "Let's get a shower and get going. Places to go. People to meet."

Hank kissed her as he reached into the shower and turned it on. When the water was just right, he stepped in and brought Amy in with him. He kissed her neck as he reach for the bar of soap. Amy gave a series of soft sighs as he spread soapy lather around her breasts, her belly and her pussy. She turned so he could do between the crack of her ass. She squirmed, knowing full well what was going to happen.

As the water rinsed off the soap, Hank kissed her soft flesh, his lips lingering to leave a mark or two. Amy's clit throbbed and ached to be touched. Her ass slightly swayed in anticipation. Hank rose on his toes, and grasping her hips, slid his cock into her pussy

"Christ, Amy," he gasped, "How I love fucking you." He began pumping her with rising urgency, faster and faster as his balls lightly hit her clit, pushing her into an orgasm. Amy cried out, "Oh God, yes," and she pushed back against him. 

Hank pushed his cock in and buried himself deep inside her. Amy froze and arched her back. His fingers found her clit and slowly stroked it. His cock moved deliciously in and out, his fingers tighten on her hips. His breathing picked up and he began to push even harder into her. She knew he was coming and could feel him pulsing, spilling deep inside her. The thought of him coming pushed her over the edge and she came again.

Hank turned Amy around and kissed her. A slow deep kiss. "I love you, Amy," Hank said.

"I think I already knew that," Amy replied. "But you can keep on telling me. A girl likes to hear it."

Hank suddenly stepped back. "We better get going." With that he turned off the water and stepped out of the shower. 



Love Lost, Then Found Ch. 10



What a day! First stop was Hank's office at the Smithsonian where he picked up some messages. Amy met some of his co-workers including a cute girl named Brianna. She recognized her from her picture on Hank's mantle. She seemed nice but young as they talked for a few minutes. Amy wondered if this was the girl who belonged to the robe. It did seem obvious that Brianna was a little more than just "a friend". Then he took Amy behind the scenes. She got to see some things that the public never got to see. It was quite a tour.

But what happened next was amazing. Hank took her to the White House. They entered through a special entrance where they were stopped by security. Hank had contacted them as soon as Amy agreed to visit. Hank was friends with one of the high ranking aides so it was easier than normal for her to get in. His friend gave them a complete tour of the West Wing. Amy thought it was just like the TV show which she loved. The highlight of the tour was the Oval Office. The President and the family were out of town so this was possible. She made sure she got her picture taken there. She also had one of Hank and her taken. She wanted to show it to her father and see his face.

They grabbed a late lunch and then headed back to Hank's place. When they got there, Hank apologized and said he had to make some phone calls. He told her that the upstairs bathroom had a Jacuzzi tub and perhaps she might want to use it before they left tonight. 

The Jacuzzi was wonderful. The gentle bubbles caressed her and the warm water made her relax. She found herself slowly stroking her clit as water moved around her. She thought of the past few hours and smiled. She lost herself in the feelings. When she came, it was gentle and easy to take. She felt she could stay here a long time.

She stood in front of the mirror. She was dressed in a black bra which supported her breasts, slightly pushing them up. She wore a matching thong and finished hooking up her stockings up to her garter belt. "My God," Amy said aloud. She turned around. Her panties didn't even cover her ass and the stockings seemed to lift her cheeks up. "My own sister and daughter helped picked this out. I can't wear this." But she knew she had to because it was all she had to wear for tonight. She slipped her black dress over her head and smoothed it down. Pearl drop earrings, a pearl necklace and some make-up were the final touches. She added a bit of perfume and put some in her cleavage for effect. Putting on her black heels, she walked to the top of the stairs.

Hank stood at the bottom, tapping his fingers on the barrister. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw her.

"Well, it's about ..." He stopped and stared. There, at the top of stairs stood the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. He was speechless.

"What do you think?" Amy asked as she descended the stairs.

"Jesus, Mary, and Joseph, you are gorgeous." Hank stammered.

Amy laughed. He used to say that saying all the time. It was the first time he had used it since she was here. The way he was looking at her made her feel special.

"Just don't stand there. Shouldn't we get going?" She laughed again.

There in front of the house was a black limo. The driver stood there, holding the door.

"Hi, Bobby. Good to see you again," Hank said. "This is Amy."

"Good to see you again, Dr. Dixon. Ma'am." Bobby tipped his hat and held the door.

As they were drove to the reception, Hank explained that Bobby had driven him on other occasion. He also explained what was going to happen tonight. There would be a lot of people, money people, politicians, lobbyists there, all feeling they were important. Plenty of drinks and tasteless food. Amy said it couldn't be any worse than some she attended with Roger.

Bobby dropped them off and they went right in. Hank got them a glass of champagne and they began to mingle. A number of people stopped Hank to say hello. One or two of them tried to engage him in conversation but Hank told them he call him. All the time Amy stayed close to his side.

"There is my ex, Susan," Hank said, pointing with his glass. Susan was involved in a conversation with a senator but she saw Hank. She waved and headed towards them. 

Amy's heart sank. Susan was stunning. Shiny black hair framed a perfect face. A silver shimming dress covered a perfect figure. Amy swallowed her champagne in one gulp.

Susan kissed Hank on the cheek and then looked at Amy. Hank was the perfect gentleman. "Susan Wilson, I would like you meet Amy Perry. Amy, Susan."

"So you're Amy. I feel I know you already."

Hank noticed that both their glasses were empty and he took them. He excused himself to get them refills. Amy gave him a look of desperation.

The two women stood looking at each other, sizing each other up. "Really?" Amy asked.

"Yes it's good to be able to face your competition," Susan replied coldly.

"I, I don't understand."

"Well, during our marriage, he, sometimes, would say your name in his sleep. I guess I knew it was over when he said your name while we were making love. Hank would never cheat on me but that might have been easier to take." Susan stepped back and gave Amy the once over, "School teacher?"

"Yes, 8th grade English."

"Interesting," Susan replied but her tone was one of boredom. "Oh here's Hank."

Hank returned not a moment too soon and gave the ladies their drinks. 

"I must be going. Have to mingle. Call me, Hank," Susan smiled. Before she left, she kissed Hank. This time full on the lips. "Just something to remember."

"Well, what do you think?" Hank asked Amy, dreading the answer.

Amy thought for a moment for the right answer. "She's nice."

Hank laughed. "You're amazing! I've never heard Susan described as nice. She is a cold hearted bitch. She cut a man's balls off if it meant she could get what she wanted. Nice!"

"On second thought," Amy smiled. They both laughed. But Amy had learned something from Susan and that was they had one thing in common. They both loved him. Too bad for Susan.

The rest of the evening was a complete bore. Amy knew politics and knew that even though Hank wasn't a politician, he sometimes had to act like one. It didn't make it any easier. Amy did know one of the people Hank talked to. That was Senator Long of her State. The Senator had visited her Dad numerous times. Amy had even met his wife. She wasn't the same blonde the Senator had on his arm tonight.

"Good evening, Senator. You won't remember me but I'm Amy Perry. My dad is Joseph Morris."

"Why, yes, I remember your dad. How is he doing?" the Senator asked.

"Very well. I'll tell him you asked," Amy said. "And who is this lovely lady?"

The Senator cleared his throat, "Ah, this is my secretary, Julie. And now I must be going. Excuse me."

Hank was standing next to Amy and took in the entire conversation. "You know the Senator?"

"Yes and his wife too. She might be interested to know about his 'secretary'." Amy smiled.

It was close to midnight when they left. Amy had drunk a little too much champagne so she was feeling good. Hank and Bobby gave her a hand into the limo. Before Hank got in, he handed Bobby a hundred dollar bill.

"Take the long way home, Bobby. Also open the moon roof, it's a warm night." Before he closed the door, Hank said, "And close the divider." 

Bobby smiled," Yes, sir!"

Amy snuggled up close to Hank and put her head on his shoulder. "Mmmm, this is nice."

Hank lifted her chin and kissed her. He could taste the champagne on her lips. Amy parted her lips, allowing him to slip his tongue in her mouth. He kissed her harder.

He broke the embrace.

"Here, let's stand up." And he helped her up. They stood up through the moon roof and watched the city go by. The moving air felt great. The two of them laughed then kissed again. Hank placed his hand on her ass and rubbed her cheeks. Amy sighed as the material felt good against her skin.

Hank lowered himself back inside the limo. He sat with face even with her ass. He slowly slid his hands up her stockings until he touched bare skin. He lifted her dress exposing her cheeks. He kissed them as his hands continued to knead them.

It felt good as Amy moved her hips with the feeling. When Hank parted her cheeks, she sighed. He slid his hand between her legs and began to rub her pussy through the silky material. Amy parted her legs to make it easier.

Hank moved the thong from her crack and began to run his tongue through it. He found her asshole and ran his tongue around it. It sent a jolt through Amy. She pushed her ass into his face. Hank continued to tongue her ass as he slipped a finger then two into her pussy.

Amy couldn't control her hips as they began to move up and down. She closed her eyes and groaned. It felt good!

Hank pulled off her thong as she lowered herself down. She turned around and straddled him. She could feel his cock through his pants. She pressed herself against him.

Hank reached and pulled down her dress. A quick flick of the clasp and her breasts spilled from her bra. Her nipples were hard and he seized one between his teeth, pulling. She jolted, moaned and frantically began to undo his pants. His cock popped free.

She grabbed it and rubbed it against her opening. She needed it in her now. She felt it penetrate her lips and she pushed down. It filled her as her pussy gripped it. She put her hands on the moon roof and began raising herself up and down. Hank grabbed her hips and helped her. He continued to suck on her nipples, twirling his tongue around them.

For the next few moments Amy existed on a purely sensual level-the feeling commanded every part of body. Her pussy was hot, insistent, and nearly maniacal as she pressed down on his cock. Her heart thumped wildly and her breaths came in short gasps. Hank's hands slid to the curve in her ass, pressing, kneading it. She groaned, "Oh God, Hank."

A bolt of pleasure rocketed through her, her knees buckling. A scream caught in her throat. Wave after wave of pleasure gripped her so intensely it flirted with pain. "Stop, stop," she demanded, still coming but Hank hadn't come yet.

He gripped her hips and continued thrusting. Amy didn't know how much longer she could stand it but she didn't want him to stop. Hank growled and gave one final thrust and he exploded into her pussy. It was then he released her and she fell on to his chest.

With her breasts exposed, her dress pushed up around her hips, Amy realized she was totally under Hank's control and she didn't care. She wanted him to pummel her with his cock, fuck her senseless. But more than that she wanted him deep inside her, all of him, mind, body, heart, and she wanted him with a hunger so overwhelming it scared her.

Bobby's voice came over the intercom, "We're here, Dr. Dixon."

Amy wasn't finished. She wanted more. She entered the house, pulled her dress over her head and threw it. Her bra followed. She had no idea where her thong was and she didn't care. She stood there, clad in her garters and stockings, waiting for Hank to come in.

When he did, she grabbed him. She kissed him and began unbuttoning his shirt. She was frantic. Her hands were shaking. The first then the second was unbuttoned. Hank's hands caressed her ass, pulled her cheeks apart.

She started kissing his neck and chest. She was undoing the buttons as fast as she could. It was killing her to have the shirt between her and his skin. As she got it halfway done she pressed herself against him. She could feel his warmth but she shivered as her nipples rubbed on his chest. She could feel his cock growing, pressing against her belly.

She pulled his shirt apart, sending the remaining buttons flying. Her hands moved to his belt and quickly undid it. She pushed his pants and boxers to the floor. She grabbed his cock. It was still moist from their love making. It was so hard, so smooth.

Amy dropped to her knees and placed her lips over its head. Hank groaned and put his hands on her head. She tightened her lips around him and pulled, receding and ascending, up and down. She could taste their juices. It excited her more. She could feel her pussy getting wetter. Her lips came to rest at his silky – soft crown, her tongue circling and sucking. Hank groaned louder. 

She let his cock slide from her lips and went to work on his balls, rolling one at a time in her mouth. "Ahh," he moaned. She slid her hand over his ass, squeezing his cheeks. She returned to his cock, circling its head once, twice, three times as she gently kneaded his balls. Amy looked up at him and smiled. 

Hank bent down and lifted her up. He turned her and pushed her over the arm of the couch. He spread her legs apart. Amy waited, anticipating his cock. She was plenty wet as he rubbed the head of his cock in her slit. He slid in effortlessly and began to stroke in and out. Amy let out a long satisfied moan.

As he continued to thrust, Hank watched Amy's asshole pucker and move with each stroke. He licked his finger and rubbed her asshole. Amy moaned and pushed against it. He added a second finger and entered her. She pushed back until his fingers were completely buried. He waited a second then began to move his fingers and cock in rhythm. This was the first time Amy had ever felt such sensations and she liked it. She could feel her orgasm coming.

He removed his cock from her pussy and his fingers from her ass. Amy cried, "No, don't stop." Hank pressed his cock against her hole, rubbing it back and forth. "What do you want, babe?" He whispered.

"I want you in me," Amy begged.

"You want what? Where?" he asked as with his other hand he teasing rubbed her clit. "Tell me." He used his other finger to rub her asshole.

"Your cock," she mumbled.

"Where?"

Amy was beyond caring. She needed his cock in her. She needed to come as the pressure continued to build. "In my ass! Fuck my ass with your big cock! Please fuck me!" she screamed.

Hank didn't need to be told twice. She was so wet that her pussy was dripping. Hank scooped some up with his cock and pressed it against her hole. It slid in, slowly sinking in until he was buried as far as she could take him. Amy froze, her back arched.

"Oh,oh,oh," she moaned over and over again. She had never had her ass fucked and she felt completely full. He felt so big. Hank began moving slowly, gently, moving deliciously in and out. Her clit rubbed against the couch arm with each stroke, adding to her excitement. She pushed back and ground her ass into him each time he entered her. She could feel her orgasm building. Shy, quiet, Amy Perry, school teacher, was getting fucked in the ass and she loved it!

Hank's breathing picked up and he pushed even harder into her. A low growl worked its way up into his throat. His hands grabbed her hips tightly.

Amy knew he was coming. She felt him pulsing, shooting deep inside her. The thought of him filling her ass sent her over the edge. Her mouth opened but no sound came forth. She pushed her clit into the couch and arched her back. Her hips shivered harder than she could remember. She buried her face into the couch as she came.



Love Lost, Then Found Ch. 11



Amy sighed as she snuggled into Hank. She placed her hand over his as it gently held her breast. She didn't want to wake up. She didn't want the dream to end.

"You awake?" Hank whispered.

"Mmmm," Amy nodded. Everything was perfect. If the last three days proved anything it was that Hank thought she was beautiful. Her breasts were heavier and her hips fuller than when they first met but it didn't seem to matter. As she lay naked next to him, she could feel his gaze. 

"You're beautiful, you know that?" he said as he slowly traced a finger down her belly. "So beautiful that I want to eat you for breakfast."

"After last night? But I need a shower."

"Shh." He quieted her with a kiss. She flinched when his tongue found her ear, deftly moving into each crevice and gently tugging at her lobe. He traced his tongue down her neck, nipping and planting soft kisses, all the way down the curve in her breasts. Amy moaned softly, raising her arms over head. He dipped lower, curving a trail into her soft, smooth armpits. She flinched as he kissed the sensitive skin until she sighed quietly.

He then moved onto her nipple, sucking and tugging, going from one breast to the other until he heard a groaning response. He kissed and licked around the heavy underside of her breast. From there his hands took over, kneading and squeezing, while he kissed her mouth deeply and with a flourish that left him just as breathless as her.

"Oh, Hank," Amy moaned. "Make love to me."

He kissed her once more, then again began his way down her body -- ears, neck, armpits, breasts, licking, sucking. Amy writhed against the sheets, moaning softly.

"Please, Hank, please," she groaned. "I just want you in me."

He kissed one hip, her belly, the other hip, and then back. Reaching up, he pinched one of her nipples.

The feelings spread throughout her body. She wanted more. Hank moved closer to her pussy. Amy reached down and grabbed his head. "Hank," she said softly.

He looked up.

"I need you in me now. I need you to make love to me now."

Hank looked at her face and understood. He moved over her and slowly, gently entered her. Amy put her arms around his neck and kissed him. "What happiness", she thought. Her legs spread and Hank filling her pussy. She stretched, her breasts arching into his chest.

He slid slowly in and out of her pussy. There none of the previous times frenzy. This time it was slow and passionate. They moved as one, in perfect rhythm. He felt his orgasm approaching. "I'm going to cum," he gasped.

"Yes. Cum in me. Fill me up," Amy moaned. "Oh God!"

They came together, as one.

"Jesus, Amy. What am I doing to do?" Hank said after he caught his breath and lay next to her. "You were perfect."

"What do you mean?" Amy asked. "We were perfect." She rolled over and threw her leg over him.

"You're going to leave this afternoon. I can't let you go. I don't want to lose you again." Hank said looking at the ceiling.

"Hank, you're not going to lose me. I love you and I'm not making the same mistake twice." She kissed him and hugged him tight. "Let's take that shower."

They took a long sensual shower. They lathered each other up, letting their hands roam over each other's body, enjoying every moment of it.

After their shower Hank made popovers, rich with butter, which they ate for brunch. As they ate they discussed what they were going to do. They decided that since the Fourth of July was coming, he should visit her family then. They both thought that would be a good time.

During the drive to the airport, both said very little. It as if they knew if they said anything it would ruin it. Amy rested her hand on Hank's thigh the whole way. They stayed together the whole time until Amy had to go through security. Each of not wanting to let go but knowing they had to. Tears filled her eyes as she kissed him goodbye. Even Hank's eyes filled a little. It made it easier knowing they would see each other soon.

As Amy flew back home she decided that she didn't care what others thought. She loved Hank and he loved her. That was all that mattered. Of course there were others to consider especially Carrie. She would have to talk with her and more importantly get her to understand how important this was to her mother. 

Hank spent the week trying to keep his mind on his work. It would be less than 3 weeks before he would see her again. The bigger issue was meeting her father. It was a meeting he was not looking forward to. That man didn't ruin his life as Hank looked around his office. No that man just made his life empty by denying him the chance to share it with the woman he loved. It was Amy's father so that made it tougher as to what he could do. Hank would like to know why her father reacted the way he did? 

"Hey, Hank," Brianna said as she entered his office. "We still on after the game Friday? I missed you this weekend." She kissed him on the cheek. She sat on the edge of his desk, swinging her leg. Her short skirt riding up to show her thigh. "So that was Amy? She seemed very nice," she said.

Hank looked at her and suddenly realized that he might have a problem.



Love Lost, Then Found Ch. 12



"You asshole, Hank shouted as he ran across the diamond. "What the hell's the matter with you?"

"Hey man, its baseball. Get somebody who can play!"

Hank was pissed. He leaned over Brianna. "Are you ok, babe?" he asked.

"I'm alright," she gasped. "Just got the wind knocked out of me. Help me sit up, please."

Hank helped her gently sit up. He wrapped his arm around her to help. "You sure you're ok?"

When he felt she was alright, Hank walked over towards the other team's bench. He called out the player who took out Brianna at second base. "You better watch your ass when you come in the next the time!"

"What are you going to do about it, tough guy?"

"I'm going to knock you on your ass." Hank stepped closer.

Players on both benches rushed to head them off. A couple of Hank's players pulled him away. No one had ever seen him this angry. Behind his back, some of his friends called him "Cool Hand Hank." That's why they made him their team captain. He always appeared calm ,cool. 

The inning ended but Hank was still steamed. Brianna sat next to him and put her hand on his thigh. "I'm alright, really." And she gave him a kiss on the cheek. But he didn't calm down.

The game entered the last inning with Hank's team safely ahead. No one seemed to remember the earlier problem. But Hank did. After one was out the culprit got a single. After reaching first he yelled down to Hank. "Hey, dipshit, I'm coming your way."

"I'll be ready," Hank waved back. 

Brianna walked over to him," Just ignore him, please."

"Don't worry about me," Hank smiled.

"What's she telling you? What time your skirt fitting is?"

On the next pitch the ball was hit up the middle. Hank raced to his left, stabbed the ball, stepped on second and threw to first. The throw was right on target. Thwack! The runner grabbed his face as the ball bounced straight up in the air. Hank's throw had struck him right between the eyes and dropped him. The runner was out cold. As the other players rushed on to field, Hank sauntered over to the down player. He leaned over, "Hey, man, that's baseball."

There was a lot of pushing and loud words but nothing more. It seems that Hank clocked the least popular player on the team. The ump decided to call the game before anything really happened so everyone headed off for a post game drink.

The team headed for Buggsy's in Alexandria. It was a popular sports bar where they always went. It was right around the corner from Hank's place. When he entered, his teammates raised their glasses and gave him a cheer. A couple slapped him on the back. Brianna gave him a kiss. "My White Knight."

After the usual banter, Brianna got Hank alone. "What got into you tonight? You never lose your temper, at least not since I've known you."

"I don't know. Seeing you lying there, gasping for breath, just set me off," Hank explained. "Are you really alright?"

"To be honest," Brianna whispered, "I'm a little sore."

"Alright, then." Hank stood and downed his beer. "We're going back to my place. You can soak in the Jacuzzi." With that he offered her his hand.

As they walked out, a couple of his teammates gave him a pat on the back. Others said they see them Monday. One of the girls gave him a kiss on the cheek. The walk was a short one and they went up stairs. They held hands and it seemed right.

"I'll start the water, you get undressed," Hank said.

"Are you going to join me?" Brianna asks as she started to remove her clothes.

"Eventually," Hank smiled. "I thought I get us a couple of drinks. Soda, OK?"

When Hank left, Brianna stood naked before the mirror. She could see two bruises, one on her upper thigh and when she turned, on her butt cheek. Her shoulder was a little sore. As she slid into the warm water it felt heavenly. She immediately started to relax. She also began to think.

"Hank is a great guy. He genuinely cares about me. He is fun to be around and I always have a good time with him. The sex is great. You know he is becoming more than a casual friend. I want to be with him," she thought. Deep in thought, she didn't hear Hank enter. He startled her.

"Here is your Diet Coke. How does it feel?"

"Just great. Come on get in here."

"You sure? This about you, not me," he assured her.

"Then if it is about me, then you better get in here with me."

Hank stripped down and got into the water. "Do you have any bruises yet?" 

"Yes." Brianna lifted her leg to show him her bruise. Hank put his hands on it. He began to massage it.

"Stop!" she shrieked, "That tickles."

Hank continued causing her to splash water at him. He laughed and then kissed her. She returned his kiss, parting her lips and allowing his tongue to enter her mouth. As the kiss ended she said mockingly, "That's not where I hurt."

He bent his head and kissed the top of her half-submerged breast. "You taste good," he said.

"Not there either."

He lifted her breast and his mouth reached for her nipple. She deliberately settled more deeply into the water so that, when he attempted to take her, he got a face full of bubbles. They giggled and wrestled until Hank had his arms around Amy's ribs and she was floating, her breasts out of the water.

Still supporting Brianna's upper body on one arm, Hank lifted her legs onto the tiled edge of the tub. He bent her body at the hips until a jet of warm water shot directly against her pussy. "Oh God," she moaned. "Now that feels good."

Brianna was about to come. Hank sucked on her breast as the water pulsed against her lips. She was floating in pleasure. It was so quick and intense that it took her by surprise.

"There, feel better?" Hank joked as he let her go.

Brianna turned and faced him. "Yes, Mr. Smarty Pants!" She reached under the water and with both hands, grabbed his cock. It was already hard. She stroked it hard.

"Hey! Be careful!"

"Sit up here," Brianna said, patting the edge of the tub, "and let me take care of you." As he climbed up, his cock stuck straight up from his lap.

Brianna slipped her hand between Hank's thighs and tickled his heavy balls. Hank groaned.

She wrapped her hand around Hank's cock and began stroking it, up and down, slowly. With her other hand, she stroked the sensitive area between his balls and ass. She rubbed his tight hole, and then slipped the tip of her finger in. 

"Oh fuck," Hank moaned. He picked his hips off the tile. Only once before had any woman ever put a finger up his ass. That was kinky Chrissie and he had forgotten how good it felt.

As Brianna's finger invaded deeper into Hank's ass, she said, "Look how hard it makes you. Your cock is twitching and moving all by itself. I'm sliding my finger farther inside you. I can slide it in and out."

Brianna was fucking Hank's ass with one hand and with the other hand she was squeezing the base of his cock. Hank was moaning and moving with the rhythm of her finger. 

She increased the speed of her finger causing Hank to lift his hips. She looked at his face, knowing it was difficult for him not to come. She flicked her tongue over the tip of his cock, licking the sweet drops of pre-come she found there. She pursed her lips and sucked Hank's cock into her mouth.

Hank was so excited by what was occurring to him that he was unable to think. Barely coherent, he cupped the back of Brianna's wet head. He pressed her head and she sucked him deeper. He tried to hold back but between her finger and her mouth it was becoming impossible. Brianna relaxed her grip on his cock and he exploded, filling her mouth with his cum.

Brianna let his cock fall from her mouth and smiled. "Now I feel better. Do you?"

They toweled off and Hank carried her to the bed. He claimed he didn't want her to hurt herself. There they made love until they fell into an exhausted but satisfied sleep.

Early that morning, Hank was awake and thinking. Brianna was sleeping with her head on his chest and a leg across his. She was snoring quietly, contently.

Hank knew he was a lucky guy. He was making love to two beautiful women who were different yet similar. Amy was truly a woman with large breasts and wide hips, not fat but full figured. She was his own age and they shared a past, no matter how short it was. Whenever he was with her he felt comfortable and relaxed. More than that when he was with Amy, sex had never been more satisfying. She said to him she could spend all day making love together and he felt the same way. Sex with other women was always good but with Amy...He wanted to spend the rest of his life with her. He knew that.

Then there was Brianna. She was a little shorter than Amy and her breasts were smaller and firmer. She seemed to have a little baby fat that she hated but Hank liked it. Hank would describe her more as cute than beautiful. She was almost ten years younger than him but it didn't seem to matter. She joking called him "her old man." She was more athletic than Amy and played more than just softball. They had a lot in common and the more he saw of her, the closer they were becoming.

He leaned down and kissed her forehead. 

"Umm," she sighed. "Good morning."

She rubbed his chest and then moved her hand downward. There she found him already erect. She smiled at him as she straddled him. She grabbed his cock and rubbed the head across her pussy. Her lips parted and Hank could feel her warmth. She positioned herself and guided him in. He entered her gently as she slid down his length. She wiggled her hips as she nestled in. 

Brianna leaned forward and placed her hands on Hank's shoulder. She began to slowly move up and down. On each down stroke she grounded her pussy into him.

Brianna's pussy wasn't completely shaved. She had what Hank called "a landing strip". It let her lips and clit bare so she feel it when she pushed against Hank. She could feel her orgasm building so she began to move faster. She looked into Hank's eyes and saw he was feeling the same way.

"I'm almost there. Cum with me, baby," Brianna moaned. "Oh, God, yes!"

As she came, her pussy tightened around Hank's cock, milking it.

Hank groaned, "Oh, babe," his cock exploded filling her pussy. Brianna collapsed on his chest, panting.

"You are good," Hank whispered in her ear.

"No, we are good." They both laughed.



Love Lost, Then Found Ch. 13



As Hank drove up the long driveway he thought of Yogi Berra. It really was déjà vu all over again. Fifteen years ago almost to the same day he was a college kid driving an old pick-up truck trying to get enough courage to tell a girl that he loved her. Things were certainly different now. 

Hank had driven up from the airport. He needed a rental car because he was mixing business with pleasure. He had a meeting later in the week and if things went as planned it would remove an important obstacle in their path. He had his fingers crossed.

Amy was sitting on the porch, waiting for him. Most of the people were already here but she waited just for him. When she saw him, she jumped up and ran to him. She kissed him hard. "God, How I missed you!"

Hank wanted her right there. She looked great. She had on a white spaghetti strap shirt which showed her breasts off. "Wow! You look great!" He kissed her again.

Amy took his hand and led him towards the house. "You have to meet every one again. And they all want to meet you."

The first one he meet was Jessie, Amy's sister. Jesse was still married to the contractor but now she was the mother to three teenagers. She looked good. She had filled out a little more since Hank first meet her. Hank did notice that her breasts were much larger. So much they made Amy's look small. She still had that smile that all the Morris women had.

"Hank, pleased to see you again. I glad you're back." She smiled. She then caught him off guard by giving him a big hug. The hug lasted long enough to make Hank uncomfortable. Jessie kissed him on the cheek as she backed away. 

"Just like I remember you," Hank said graciously.

"Well then you have a bad memory," Jesse laughed. "Have you meet any one else?"

Amy replied, "No, you're the first. We'll make the rounds though. See you later." And she took Hank's hand.

The next one Hank met was her brother. Jim had filled out from his High School days. He was now married with 1 kid and another on the way. He was the town engineer so he was doing well.

Jim put out his hand and Hank took it gladly. "Great to see you, Hank!" Turning to his wife, "I would like you to meet my wife, Karen."

A very pregnant blonde smiled. "I've heard a lot about you in recent weeks. I'm pleased to meet you."

"I hope it was all good," Hank answered.

Amy turned to Karen. "Let's you and me get something cold to drink and let these two talk. We'll be back." With that the two of them walked away.

Hank and Jim fell into an easy conversation. They covered a lot of ground as they walked around. Jim had always found it easy to talk with Hank and this time was no exception. He even felt comfortable bringing up the subject of the events that spun out of that July 4th.

"Never saw my father so mad after you left. He really went off on Amy. When Mom tried to step in, he went off on her. He was like a mad man. Everyone thought he get over it but he didn't. It went on all summer. It was abuse, mental abuse. Finally, I think, to save the family, Amy gave in. Jessie might know more but she has never said anything to me. Her marrying Roger was a bad deal from the start. It never seemed right. But you know Roger was an asshole from the get go. I know one thing. I have never in 15 years seen Amy so happy as she is now. I don't know what you're doing." At that Jim laughed, "But keep doing it."

"I plan to," and they both laughed.

Amy and Karen came back just as they finished. "I see you two hit it off," Karen said. "What so funny"

Jim kissed Karen. "Nothing, babe."

Amy said she wanted to show Hank something in the house so they headed that way. They entered and headed up stairs into her parents' room. Hank was little confused as to why they were there. He turned around to say something. Amy kissed him so hard that he almost lost his balance.

Her hands were frantically undoing his belt. Once done, she pulled his pants down. Hank's cock popped free. Amy began stroking it.

"I can't wait any longer. Fuck me now." With that she dropped her shorts and laid face down on the bed. Her ass enticing Hank.

Hank paused. "Here?"

"Yes. Right now, " Amy said in a deep whisper.

Hank didn't need a second invite. He slid the material of her panties aside and his cock entered her effortlessly. She was wet and it made the feelings that much better. It was like warm velvet.

"I don't think I can last long this time. Been too long," Hank groaned.

"That's okay, baby." Amy had already had a small orgasm as he entered him. Now it was his turn.

"I'm going to cum!" and he picked up the pace.

Amy quickly rolled off the bed and onto her knees. She placed her mouth so it just covered his cock's head. She started to suck it as she twirled her tongue on the sensitive underside. She could taste her own juices.

"Oh God," Hank groaned as he filled her mouth. Amy swallowed almost all of it. A little trickled down her chin. She took her finger, wiped it off and put it in her mouth. She looked up and smiled.

"Jesus, Amy. That was fucking fantastic." Hank stood there panting.

Amy stood up, pulling up her shorts and said, "I always wanted to make love on my parents' bed. Let's get back before we're missed. There are still others you have to meet."

Hank told Amy as they left the house he needed to go back to the car. He had left something in it and he had to get it. He said he be right back.

Amy found her sister as she waited for Hank. Amy was humming "Love Shack" by the B-52's.

"Geez, Amy, What has gotten into you?" Jesse asked.

"A thick cock and a man who knows how to use it. I highly recommend it." 

"AMY!"

"Look, Jesse, I missed out on 15 years with the only man I ever loved so I'm making up for lost time. And he loves me too so what's wrong with it?"

Jessie was suddenly jealous of Amy. She felt she should be happy for her. She hugged her sister tightly. "I'm sorry. You're right. Go for it."

"Jesse, I love you" and Amy hugged her tighter.

Hank was true to his word and returned quickly. As he approached the two women from behind he noticed that it was difficult to tell the difference between them. Aside from Amy's auburn hair and Jessie's blond, they both had that same voluptuous figure. Hank returned with a large envelope under his arm. Amy didn't ask him what was in it but she was curious.

Hank knew who he was to meet next and he was a little nervous.

"Mom, Dad, You remember Hank."

"Of course we do," Amy's mom said and she gave him a hug. "It's been a long time."

Hank offered Amy's dad his hand. "Sir."

As Joe took it, Elsie turned to Amy, "It looks like Karen could use our help. Come on." She then walked away with Amy leaving the two alone. 

After an awkward silence, Joe asked Hank about his job. They continued the small talk but there was tenseness between them. Finally Hank opened the envelope and took out a photo.

"I would like you to have this," Hank said. It was a photo of the Oval Office taken when Amy and he were there. It was signed "To Joe, Sorry I missed you. Best wishes" and the signature was the President of the United States.

Joe stood there speechless. He looked at the picture and then Hank.

"Thank you," he said and then continued, "I've made some mistakes in my life. Some were wrong decisions made for the right reasons. Hope you understand. Just make my little girl happy." He turned and walked away.

Amy ran to Hank. "What happened?"

"Everything is going to be OK. Now I believe I have to pass the final test. Where is your daughter?"

Carrie was a typical 8th grader. She acted like she knew everything and didn't want anyone to know she didn't. She was talking with her cousins when Amy called her over. As she walked towards them, Hank was surprised to see how much she resembled his sister, Ginny. Long and leggy with light chestnut brown hair but she had Amy's smile.

"So you must be Hank."

"You must be Carrie. I've heard a lot about you."

"So you and my mom serious?" Carrie said with teenage bluntness.

"Caroline Elizabeth!" Amy said angrily.

"Just asking, Mom."

"At least be polite."

"Ok. Can I talk to Hank alone, Mom? I like to ask him some things," Carrie asked respectfully.

Hank looked at Carrie and nodded. Amy said it was alright but as she walked away, she was nervous. 

Carrie got right to the point and asked if he was serious about her mom. Hank replied he was. Carrie said that he better be as all she cared about was her mom's happiness. She had never seen her mom this alive, this happy and she didn't want her to get hurt. Hank explained to Carrie that he felt the same way. He then complimented her on her choice of clothing she picked out for her mom for her visit to DC. Carrie blushed deep red then laughed, "It worked didn't it?"

"Yes it did," Hank laughed too.

From where Amy was standing she could see them laughing. It was going to be alright. Hank and Carrie talked for about twenty minutes. Hank asked about school and if she had any future plans. He found out she played softball and was pretty good at it. She knew he played ball from talking to her Uncle Jim. Hank told her he love to give her some help if she wanted. When Carrie left to go with her cousins, she left Hank with the impression that their first meeting went OK. 

Amy came over as Carrie walked away. "So how did it go?"

"I think it went well," Hank replied. "I think she is a little leery to open up and I can't blame her. New man in her mom's life and all. You know, she reminds me of my sister. I don't know why. If we take it slow, I think it will go well."

The rest of time passed quickly. After the guests had left, Hank found himself seated with Carrie and her cousins on the front porch. They asked questions about Washington and if he knew the President. Hank regaled them with all the stories including some spicy ones. The kids ate them up. He was thoroughly enjoying himself.

Amy and her mom watched from the doorway, smiling.

"Amy, you got a prize there," her mom said to her. "Don't let it get away this time."

Amy gave her mom a hug. "Don't worry, I won't. But what about Dad?"

"Don't you worry about your father. He knows he made a big mistake but he'll never admit it. He thought he was doing the right thing and he had big dreams for you. Of course he didn't ask you. You know he was hurt by Roger and how he treated you. He loves you. No, I don't think your father will be a problem."

Her mom paused, "Amy, I'm sorry."

"Why mom?" Amy asked, confused.

"I should have been there for you 15 years ago. I should have stood up for you. I let you down. Your father was so angry, so irrational. I didn't know how to handle it. It had hurt our marriage but I think now he has realized that he was wrong. He has never been easy to live with. He'll never admit it or say he's sorry. He loves you kids and only wants what is right for you. And Hank is right for you and Carrie."

Amy could hear Hank and the kids laughing on the porch.



Love Lost, Then Found Ch. 14



Hank stretched. He had a good night's sleep and he slept in the same attic loft that Amy and he had made love in. No love making this time. Amy said with all the people in the house staying over there was no chance. Amy was sleeping with her sister. Carrie and her cousins were nearby. So Hank got up, got dressed and headed downstairs to grab a bite to eat.

As he entered the kitchen, he found Amy's dad there.

"Want some coffee? Kettle's hot," Joe asked.

"Yes, sir," Hank answered.

"Cut out the sir crap, Hank. It's Joe," he said. "Thanks again for the picture. Amy said she had quite the time in DC. Really showed her a good time. Do you know the President?"

Hank began to talk about DC and his work. He smiled as he thought about "the good time" he showed Amy. As they talked it became easier and easier for both of them to share thoughts.

Hank stayed away from discussing the past. It seemed like a good idea. Even thought he wanted to know why and he wanted an explanation, he didn't ask. He didn't think it would do any good. If Joe wanted to talk about it, he would. His comment yesterday seemed to say it all. One thing Joe did say was he misjudged Hank and surprised to hear he was doing so well especially in the field he chose.

Time had not been good in political terms to Joe. Fifteen years ago Joe was a big man in the State. He could make or break people. What he said went but now he was just an old politician who was cast aside by the new blood. He was a State Rep but that was all. What really hurt was that one of the new blood was Roger Perry. 

Roger was moving ahead. There was talk of him being the next governor or US Senator. He knew all the right people and had built a well run staff. His divorce from Amy slowed his climb but he had recovered. From what Hank knew of the divorce, some messy details like Roger sleeping around were kept out of the news and Amy made out alright. The really sad part is Roger learned all he knew from Joe, only did it better.

The rest of the family showed up one at a time. Amy was surprised and relieved to see the two of them getting along. She truly loved her dad but she couldn't forgive him. She was afraid Hank would be bitter or worse show it. The way Hank was handling things made her realize that he was very special.

After breakfast Amy informed Hank that they were going horseback riding and packing a picnic. Also that Carrie was leaving with Jesse and her children to spend a week at their house. Tonight Hank and she would be going home to her house. It wasn't that far away. About an hour.

It was close to eleven before everything was ready. They said good bye to Carrie and the cousins, packed lunch, saddled the horses and set off. Amy led the way. Following her, Hank found himself watching her ass bounce in the saddle. It was hypnotizing. She kept a "fine seat". 

Hank occasionally went riding in DC. He dated Chrissie, from the Air and Space museum, and they would go for rides along the old Chesapeake Canal. Chrissie was quite a girl. Hank dated her right after his divorce. It was Chrissie who introduced him to Brianna. She was into kinky sex especially in public. She told Hank that she wanted to do it on horseback along the Canal. They never did which was OK with him. He still saw her but only on the rare time he wanted something very different. 

Amy had ridden all her life. She found the big animals relaxing to be around. She could just lose herself and her cares as she rode.

It was only a short ride when they halted near a stream that was in the back of the farm. Here the stream widened out to form a pond. There were flat rocks right along the edge and the trees made it a very secluded place. They dismounted and tied up the horses. Amy unpacked the saddle bags. She brought a large blanket which she spread on the rocks. She then brought out some cold chicken and fresh cut veggies from yesterday. From the other bag, she produced a chilled bottle of wine and 2 plastic glasses.

"You thought of everything," Hank said shaking his head.

"I use to come here a lot, just to get away. Jesse and I would swim here when we were teenagers. Afterwards we just lie in the sun and talk about many things." Here Jesse and she would share secrets.

As they ate, Amy told Hank she and Carrie had stayed up late last night talking, girl talk. It was the first time the two ever had a talk like this. Not mother daughter but woman to woman and it felt nice. Amy felt Carrie was OK with what was going on right now. 

Hank asked in all seriousness, "So I passed the audition?"

"Yes, silly," Amy laughed. "Let's go swimming!" With that she peeled off her top and started wiggling out of her pants. "Last one in...."

"Hey, no fair!" Hank yelled.

It was too late. Amy was running towards the water. Hank watched her go. "Damn," he whistled under his breath as he watched her naked body dive into water.

The water felt cold compared to the heat of the air. It caused her nipples to harden. The coolness caused her to sigh as it flowed between legs, meeting the warmth there. She watched Hank gingerly enter the water. His cock already beginning to get hard and erect.

"Jesus," Hank yelped. "It's cold!" He could feel his balls shrink but it didn't seem to affect his cock. He looked around for Amy as he waded deeper.

Amy sank down in the water, completely submerging and swimming until she reached him. She rose up slowly before him, her body mere inches from him.

Hank reached out, his hands closing around her hips as he pulled her toward him. He leaned into her breasts, slowly licking the water off one nipple, then the other one. Amy groaned with pleasure. Hank smiled, and then leaving her breasts, kissed her.

She was desperate to get closer. Amy straddled him, the base of his cock brushing against her pussy as they kissed long and deep. She pressed her breasts against his chest as his hands caressed her back and squeezed her ass cheeks.

God, how she wanted him in her. She reached down and closed her hand around his erect shaft. She stroked him soft and slow until Hank growled with lust. She gasped as he stood up and carried her to the shore. He laid her on her back on a warm flat rock. He spread her legs wide and suddenly stopped. She was as smooth and hairless as the day she born.

Lust filled Hank's eyes as he looked at Amy's smooth pussy. He dove to it, licking it, nibbling it, teasing her clit with his tongue until she begged for more. She thrust her hips forward, urging him on. He was more than happy to oblige. He licked her in long slow strokes, dipping his tongue inside her and tasting her juices. He sucked on her clit until waves of ecstasy built up inside her. Her climax engulfed her. He kissed her gently while it eased, moving slowly up her body until his mouth found hers.

Amy moaned, feeling the warm of the July sun and the heat of their bodies. She wanted him. She needed him.

"Please," she whispered. 

Hank smiled, positioning himself so that the firm head of his cock rubbed against her wet slit. He moved up and down over her clit.

"Is this what you want?" he said teasing her.

Amy nodded. "Please," she begged.

In one swift movement Hank rolled her over so that she lay with her breasts pressed against the rock and she could stand hip deep in the water. He came up behind her, his hands gripping her hips as he entered her in one smooth motion. She cried out, the thrill of feeling him fill her was almost too much to bear. He moved slowly in and out, each stroke bringing her closer and closer to the edge. When he pulled out, he left her empty, wanting.

Hank rolled Amy over. "I want to look at you when I come," he murmured.

He entered her again. He cupped her breasts, licking and sucking her nipples with agonizing tenderness. She pushed against him, loving the pleasure that was hers to give. He kept his eyes on hers, grinding his hips to her rhythm, until he exploded into her. She came with him, beautiful waves of pleasure that seemed to go on and on. He held her while their breathing slowed. He helped her out of the water and on to the blanket where they both collapsed.

Chapter 15

The afternoon went too fast. The sun warmed and dried their bodies. They made love, slowly one more time. They acted as if they were the only two people in the world. Upon arriving back at Amy's house they both showered, Hank downstairs, Amy up. Amy's mom cooked them supper and the four of them ate together. It made Amy feel good and she held Hank's hand under the table. 

Hank enjoyed the time he was spending with her family. All the difficulties he expected, if not overcome, were at least not as bad as he thought they would be. The relationship between her dad and him might never be great but at least they could accept each other. The signed picture was a good ice breaker. Her mom, Elsie, was as great as ever.

"So Hank, what do think of us now," Elsie asked. "It has been a long time"

Hank replied, "Yes it has been. I don't think it will as long between visits this time." Amy squeezed his hand under the table.

Hank had lost both his parents and with his sister so far away, he missed family. Here he could have one. With Amy's sister having children and Jimmy with one and another on the way, it made Hank think about having kids of his own. Susan never really wanted any and in the long run it was a good thing. Carrie was a great chance for him to be a dad and he hoped he would have the chance to be one to her.

After supper, Hank packed the car as Amy said good-bye to parents. Hank look at the scene on the porch and it made him feel good. Amy kissed her mom, hugged her dad, and walked to the car. Hank watched her come closer in the fading sunlight. She was dressed in a light summer dress and sandals. The sunlight shone through her dress, outlining her legs. Her auburn hair seemed to shimmer in the light. She flashed her smile at him and he melted. Until that moment he didn't realized how special she was to him. He held the door open for her.

"What?" she asked quizzically.

"Oh, nothing."

Hank started the car and put the coordinates in the GPS. "Says it should take a little over an hour." They waved as they left.

Leaving the driveway and heading down the road, Amy slid across the seat and moved right up against him. She leaned her head on his shoulder. She snuggled in.

As they drove down the road, she began to stroke Hank's thigh. Lightly at first then firmer and higher. His cock began to harden. She noticed and softly squeezed it. In no time it became uncomfortable as his cock was straining against his pants. Hank tried to keep his mind on driving but Amy was making it extremely difficult to do so. He moved the car over to right hand slow lane.

Amy looked up at Hank. "I can't believe I'm going to say this. I'm as horny as hell," she said in very low soft voice.

"And how is that a bad thing?" Hank chuckled.

Amy laughed too. She sat up in the seat and pulled her dress up to the top of her thighs. She reached under her dress with one hand, then took his hand with her other and put it between her thighs. Hank extended his fingers until he touched a very hot and moist pussy.

"See, I told you," Amy whispered.

Hank quickly found her clit. He slid one finger inside her, pulling out her slick juice and rubbed her clit with it. He began to rub her clit with small, quick strokes. Amy moaned as she pressed her thighs together trapping his hand.

"Oh God, that feels so good," she said excitedly. "I could cum right now."

"Its ok," Hank assured her." I love watching you cum. Let yourself go."

Hank continued to rub her pussy as Amy squirmed. Her breaths became shorter.

"Can I ask you a question?" Hank inquired.

"Sure, you can." She gasped in reply.

"Well, do you...you know... masturbate?"

"Wow, I wasn't expecting that," she giggled.

"It's ok," Hank answered. "You don't have to answer."

"No, no, I don't mind," she quickly answered.

She wasn't sure how she was going to answer him. Should she tell him that she didn't masturbate very often but since they met in DC, it has become a regular occurrence. That this past week she did it every night in anticipation of being with him again. Instead she told him she usually did it late at night, just before she went to bed, to take an edge off. As she spoke, Hank continued working on her pussy. 

"So how about you make yourself cum right now?" Hank asked in a low whisper.

"You want me to...?

"Yes."

She reached under her skirt with both hands, pushing his hand away. She pulled off her panties and worked her finger deep into her pussy. Hank was trying to watch the road and her fingers at the same time. Amy pulled her finger out and began to rub her clit. She moaned loudly. Looking at this incredibly beautiful lady in his front seat, her skirt hiked up, legs spread, with her fingers rubbing her pussy had his mind reeling. Amy could sense that Hank was really enjoying this.

"You love to watch me play with myself, don't you?" she whispered.

"Amy, I can't begin to tell how much it turns me on."

"Good, because I enjoy having you watch. It will make it so much better when I cum," she groaned. "Which I'm about ready to do."

According to the GPS, they weren't far from her house, so he urged her to hold back until they got there. He really wanted to see her cum. Amy slowed down her rubbing. A minute or two later, they pulled into her driveway. He turned the car off and turned to face her. She turned slightly in her seat, putting her back against the door, giving him a clear view of her pussy.

"You like this?" she asked, staring intently at him.

"God, yes," he replied quickly.

Amy quickened her pace, her thighs wide open. Her juices were flowing out of her pussy, coating the seat. Hank decided to urge her on. He leaned over and started whispering as he looked into her blue eyes.

"Come on baby, cum for me, make your pussy explode. Let me see it."

It took only a few seconds. Her eyes closed then opened as wide as he had ever seen them.

"Oh Hank, baby, I'm cumming," she moaned.

He watched her body convulse on her hand as waves of pleasure swept over her. She never took her eyes off him as he watched this gorgeous woman climax. She reached out and took his hand, pulling it into her soaked pussy. Hank quietly, softly stroked her pussy, bringing her back down. After a minute or so, she leaned forward and kissed him, her tongue easing between his lips. They enjoyed a long, sensual and passionate kiss.

"Baby, I could get used to this. You make me feel so good," Amy said.

They walked to the house and entered. It was bigger than any place that Hank ever lived in. He guessed that Roger must have done pretty well as a politician. They went into the kitchen where Amy poured him a glass of iced tea. 

"Nice place you have here," Hank said walking towards the double doors. Outside he could see a deck and an in ground pool. He took a sip of the tea and turned around. There he saw Amy standing naked, wearing only a devilish grin.

"Now, mister, you belong to me. Be quiet and just relax," she said.

She kissed him softly on the lips, taking her tongue and running it across them. Her hands moved down to his belt and started slowly unbuckling his pants. She continued to kiss him as she opened the belt, unzipped his pants, pushing them and his boxers to the floor. His cock was partially erect and craved attention. She got down on her knees, took his cock in her hand and placed it between her lips. Hank immediately felt a shiver up his spine as her mouth surrounded his cock. She moved her hand to its base, and using long, slow strokes, pumped him. Amy now had the entire shaft in her mouth, moving her lips up and down. He could feel his balls tightening and he knew it wouldn't be long. Amy continued to suck him. Using her hand she began to caress his balls and flutter her tongue on the underside of his cock.

"Oh babe, I'm going to cum," Hank groaned out a warning.

She released his cock from her mouth and looked up. She looked beautiful.

"No," she cried. "Not yet!"

She took him by the cock and led him to the den. She pushed him down into the sofa and sat down next to him. She gave him a deep kiss.

"Since I came for you, I want you to come for me."

Hank wasn't prepared for that. He had never jerked off in front of anyone, not even Susan. He began to shake his head.

"Oh, no," she said. "I want to enjoy watching you, like you watched me. It's only fair."

He couldn't argue with her. As much as he was feeling nervous about performing in front of her, he was excited about it. He reached down with his right hand, wrapped his fingers around the base with a firm grip and began to stroke slowly up and down. He looked over and Amy's eyes were glued to his cock. He moved his hand up so only the head was visible. He began stroking faster.

Amy leaned back into the sofa. The sight of Hank stroking his cock made her feel the need to play with her pussy. Once again she plunged her fingers into her pussy and rubbed her clit.

The sight of her fingering her clit was too much for Hank. He began furiously pumping his cock, lifting his hips off the couch.

"Cum for me baby," she squealed.

The first jet of cum fired out of his cock as Hank groaned. Two more spurted out. Amy knocked his hand away and took his still cumming cock into her mouth. She sucked it hard, trying to swallow all of it. She moved her lips to end of his cock and let the rest of his cum run down his cock. She then pushed his cock back into her mouth and sucked what was left down her throat. As his cock throbbed and softened, she continued to suck until she got every drop. She sat up and smiled.

Her fingers were still moving on her pussy as Hank leaned over and kissed her. He could see from her startled expression that she was taken off guard. She opened her eyes and looked at him. Hank's tongue entered her mouth, tasting his own cum. She closed her eyes and continued the kiss. He reached down, pushed her hand away, and began to furiously stroke her clit.

With the thought of him tasting his own cum, it took Amy only seconds to cum. She broke the kiss and arched her back.

"Jesus Christ, I'm cumming again. Oh fuck, oh God," she cried out.

They held each as they calmed down. This was something they both could get use to.



Love Lost, Then Found Ch. 15



Amy stood by the bed watching Hank sleep. She had just finished her shower and she felt fresh and wide awake. It was going to be a great day. She reached down, grabbed the bed covers and pulled them off him.

"Hey!" Hank yelled.

Amy noticed his firm erection. "Well, I guess somebody is happy to see me," Amy joked.

Hank pulled her down onto the bed. He kissed and slid his hand into her robe. Amy almost gave in to him. "No, no, no!" she exclaimed. "Not now. We got places to go, people to see!" and she pushed him away. 

Hank look down at his stiff cock and then at Amy. He gave a little pout.

Amy gave it a squeeze and then let go. "Save it for later. Get out of bed."

Hank took a quick shower and then headed for the kitchen. Amy had prepared some scrambled eggs, hash, and toast. She handed him a cup of tea. She remembered that in college, tea, not coffee, was his beverage of choice. She sat down at the table with him.

"That was great. It's been a long time since someone made me breakfast." Hank said as he sipped his tea. "Hey you remembered how I like it." He leaned over and kissed her. He grabbed her ass. "Are you wearing underwear?" 

Amy smiled at him and backed away. She just said, "Let's go. We have errands to run."

They had to go to her school and then grocery shopping. It shouldn't take long. The first stop would be her school. Amy drove since she knew the way.

At Amy's school she made Hank go in with her. "You created a lot of problems for me here and they need to meet the cause."

Hank went in and was introduced the secretaries. They said it was nice to put a face to a name. The principal didn't seem as friendly perhaps over the incident of meeting Amy in DC. She was much younger than Hank expected remembering hi s old principals. She didn't seem very friendly and Hank sensed that somehow his mere presence upset her. That missing two hours still seemed to be an issue. Amy then showed him around the school and her room. There were only a few staff members in the building but Amy made sure he met them too.

One of them was Seth Williams, the teacher from DC. Williams was of middle height with glasses. He had to be older than Hank as his hair was beginning to thin. Hank wasn't impressed. Amy introduced Hank to him. Hank extended his hand. Seth looked at it and then gave Hank a dead fish shake. Right away Hank felt that he had succeeded in upsetting other one of Amy's colleagues. There was an uncomfortable silence.

Seth finally spoke up. "Pleased to meet you formally. Amy has told me a lot about you. Well, I have to be going." With that he left.

"That was more painful than meeting your family," Hank complained as he got back to the car. "I really screwed things up for you with your boss, didn't I?"

As they headed off, Amy said, "Don't worry about her. She's more interested in PR than education. The kiss seemed to upset her most." Amy then blushed. "God, what would she think of me if she knew what we have been doing?"

"I think she be jealous," Hank replied. They looked at each other and then began to laugh. "And what's with that Williams guy?"

"He has the hots for me. We went out once. Believe me, once was enough. Never went out again but he keeps trying."

"Well, you tell him you're my girl and to stay away."

"So we're going steady. Can I wear your varsity jacket?" Again they got a good laugh.

Next stop was the grocery store. Amy said she needed a few things since it was only going to be the two of them until Friday. As they walked through the store, Hank started adding extras to the cart. Amy kept telling him they didn't need all the things he was buying. Hank explained that he was going to cook something special for them and that he would pay for the extras. She became very curious when he bought some champagne but not the expensive kind.

They grabbed a quick bite to eat on the way home. As they put away the groceries, Amy suddenly hugged Hank. "I love you," she whispered.

"What brought that on?"

"I don't know. It just seemed right. Doing simple things like shopping and putting away groceries. You know, every day routine stuff. I could really enjoy this." Amy smiled and kissed him. She left the kitchen to do something, leaving Hank alone.

She reappeared in the doorway. She was dressed in white bikini. It contrasted well with her tan skin. "I thought you might want to go swimming or lay out by the pool." She threw a pair of swim trunks at him. "I hope you don't mind but I got you a pair so you could swim here. Hope they fit. See you at the pool" and she walked out through the sliding doors. 

Hank took his time and when he got to the doorway, Amy was just emerging from the water. Her white suit was almost transparent. He could see her nipples straining against the fabric and her pussy stood outlined in the bottoms. She shook her head shaking the water out of her hair. She reminded Hank of that painting of Venus. She walked over and lay down on the chaise lounge. She stretched her arms over head, took a deep breath and sighed.

A sudden thought crossed Hank's mind. She's teasing me. Well, we'll see about that.

Hank called to her, "Amy, I have to make a phone call. Shouldn't take long." He went back into house.

Hank called and confirmed his appointment for tomorrow. If the meeting goes like Hank thought it will, then a major road block in furthering their relationship would lowered. He would quit his job in DC, take one at the State capital, and ask Amy to marry him. Simple, right?

As Hank headed back to the kitchen, he decided it was time to start dinner. He was going to prepare a meal that would knock her socks off or more. He could see Amy from the window. She had removed her top and was lying on her stomach. Hank just shook his head. He considered himself a lucky man.

"Amy!" She could hear her name being called as if in a dream. "Amy!" She lifted her head and looked around. She must have fallen asleep and she was having a wonderful dream. She and Hank were on a beach somewhere and they were both naked. Other people were there and they were fully clothed. It didn't seem to bother or embarrass her. In fact she was proud to show everyone her body. And she felt herself getting excited too. "Amy!"

"Amy, dinner will be ready in about a half hour," Hank called.

She sat up and swung her legs around. She forgot she had undone her top and it fell off. For a second, she was going to put on but then decided against it. She walked to the kitchen

"It smells delicious! What are you making?"

Hank turned. "You look delicious. And it's a surprise."

Amy didn't dress for dinner. She put on one of Hank's dress shirt. It was long enough to cover her up. She decided against a bra. Hank didn't bother to dress either. He had changed into sweat pants but had prepared dinner without a shirt on. He served it on the deck. The evening sun was setting but it was still warm out. Though the atmosphere seemed casual, there was sexual tension in the air.

Hank had outdone himself. Amy was overwhelmed with what he served.

The 1st course was broiled shrimp with garlic sauce, followed by chicken in champagne on a bed of rice and a tossed salad. Dessert was strawberries Romanoff. A perfectly chilled Chablis was the beverage.

They said very little at dinner. Hank did tell her that he had a business meeting tomorrow and he would be gone all day until about 4. Other than that, the two enjoyed the meal and the view of each other.

At dinner's end, Hank cleared the table. When he returned, he took Amy by the hand and led her inside.

Hank led her to the bedroom. As they got closer to the bed, he kissed her. The kiss was long and sensual. Amy felt an electric tingle from it. She knew what was going to happen. A great meal would be followed by great lovemaking. She had wanted to do this all day. She had fought the feeling causing it to build. Now she was ready to explode.

Hank removed his shirt she was wearing and gently lowered her to bed. He laid next to her, his bare chest just touch her breasts. Amy's nipples seemed to reach for his skin. Hank nibbled on her neck sending more sensations through her. She moaned softly. He raised her arms and extended them over her head causing Amy to arch her back. 

Suddenly Hank grabbed her wrists. Producing a belt from one of her robes, he quickly tied her up.

"What are you doing?" Amy yelled as she tried to untwist her arms. The belts were fastened to the headboard and the knots were tight enough. She wasn't going anywhere.

"I saw the way you acted today," Hank smiled. "You were a total tease. Now you are going to have to pay."

"What do you mean? Untie me right now!" she demanded.

"No. Stop fighting it. You're not going anywhere."

Hank was right. She wasn't going anywhere. She had fantasies about being tied up and ravished. Now she wasn't sure she was going to like it.

"Good. Now listen to me. I'm not going to hurt you but if I do, we need a safe word. Oatmeal"

"Oatmeal?"

"Yup"

Amy found herself already enjoying this. It felt kinky.

"One more thing" and Hank tied a blindfold across her eyes. He whispered in her ear, "Relax."

His breath on her ear made Amy's heartbeat speed up and her breathing deepen. Her doubts dissolved and she relaxed.

Hank touched the tip of his finger to Amy's mouth and saw her lips part. "Your lips are so soft. So moist and smooth. He brushed the tip against her tongue. She could taste a slight taste of garlic from the shrimp. "Mmmm", she moaned.

Amy was becoming awash in sensations. Nothing truly sexual had happened but her body tingled and her pussy felt swollen. She was in no hurry. She pursed her lips around Hank's finger and sucked lightly.

"Oh yes," Hank whispered in her ear. "Suck my finger."

He allowed Amy to draw his finger into her mouth, then pulled it slowly out. In and out, mimicking the motion they had experienced so often. The rhythm was primitive and deeply sexual. Hank pressed the tip of his tongue into her ear, echoing the rhythm the two had established.

Amy had never imagined that such simple things could be so sensual. She was sucking her lover's finger as he fucked her ear.

Hank looked down. "Your nipples are so swollen; do you want me to suck them?"

"Oh God, Yes," Amy moaned.

Hank leaned over and took one nipple in his teeth. "Such beautiful breasts, baby." He cupped one of her breast. "Heavy and full. And hungry, needing my touch." He drew his finger from the outside of her breast to the pink center, pulling at the nipple. He repeated the motion over and over until Amy thought she would go crazy.

Hank licked the erect nipple with the flat of his tongue. Then he drew back and blew on the wet tip. Alternately he wet the tip and then cooled it with his breath. Amy's hips began to move, wanting more.

"You're making me insane," Amy murmured. "My pussy is going to explode."

Hank licked Amy's nipple again, then drew it into his mouth. He sucked it hard, causing a rush from it to Amy's pussy. She groaned.

"Now spread your legs," he whispered as he undid the ties to her bikini bottom. He tossed it on the floor. "Spread them wide so I can see your bald pussy."

Amy did what Hank told her to do. She opened them as Hank moved between her spread legs. He watched her soaked pussy twitch with excitement. He didn't know long he could keep himself from fucking her, ending it all.

He used one finger of each hand to part Amy's outer lips, and then slowly explored her with his tongue. He found her clit with the tip of his tongue.

Amy was going mad. She was sure she would fly into a million pieces. "You're torturing me."

Hank slid one finger into her pussy. A second finger soon followed. As he filled her pussy he flicked his tongue back and forth over her clit.

"Oh, God," Amy screamed. "Oh, God."

Pressure built in Amy's belly. Waves of pleasure began to crest. "Don't stop," she cried. "Don't stop."

Hank continued to tongue her clit. He then shifted his licking to her inner lips, around his fingers. He used his fingers to spread Amy open, and then licked all the flesh his tongue could reach.

Then Amy came. The spasms continued longer than Amy thought possible. It was a different kind of orgasm than any she ever experienced. It wasn't the hard fast kind nor was it like the kind when Hank's cock filled her up. It was deep inside, and wonderfully different.

As Hank kneeled on the bed his cock was even with Amy's pussy. He had slid off his pants and now his hard cock strained to enter her. He parted her thighs so he could feel her soaked pussy pressed against the tip.

"Not so fast," he told himself, gritting his teeth against the desire to slam his body into hers. "Make this last." His body shook and sweat ran down his chest as he fought for control. He rubbed his cock against her moist folds, and then pressed the tip into her.

Amy was more excited than she had been in any of the previous time she and Hank had made love. Yet, because she had already climaxed, she was able to feel every inch of Hank's body. She held herself just below another climax, slipping into one whenever she wanted to. Hank entered her inch by inch, slowly filling her. She squeezed her inner muscles and smiled as she felt him shutter.

Amy's blindfold had slipped off her eyes and she looked deeply into Hank's eyes. What she saw there was a man totally consumed with passion. A man fighting to keep control.

When he was fully inside her, Hank paused, savoring the moment of being encased in pulsating velvet. Amy wrapped her legs around his waist, and then pushed her pussy against him driving him deeper.

He couldn't hold out any longer. With panting breaths he clenched his ass and let his body thrust deeply into her.

"Oh yes," Hank cried out. "Oh Amy, yes." He collapsed, his upper body lying across hers, breathing hard and trembling.

"Oatmeal," Amy whispered in his ear.

Hank perked up. "Did I hurt you?"

"No, just untie me. I need to hold you," Amy smiled.



Love Lost, Then Found Ch. 16



Amy awoke slowly, still savoring the feelings of the night before. She stretched her arms over her head and felt a little stiff. She smiled. It was a good feeling. She rolled over to give Hank a hug. Finding his side empty, she panicked for second. Then she remembered he said he had a meeting at the State capital. Had he left already? What time is it? She asked herself.

She rolled over and looked at the clock. It was almost 10:00. She hadn't slept that late since...well she couldn't remember. What a lazy bones. It felt good just to lie there. She forced herself to get up.

Amy could feel that it was going to be hot today despite the air conditioner. She spied Hank's dress shirt that she wore last night and put it on. She loved that it still had his scent on it. She decided to go without panties. She was covered and she wasn't expecting guests. What a change. Three months ago she would be fully dressed by now. She laughed. There were a lot of things she wasn't doing three months ago.

Entering the kitchen, Amy found a note from Hank. It read:

"Dishes in washer. Need to be done. Made some coffee. In the machine. Try the leftover Romanoff for breakfast. Be home around 4-4:30. Love you, Hank. P.S. your sister called. Wants you call her back. Not an emergency. Love."

She went to the fridge and found the Romanoff. Pouring herself a cup of coffee, she realized that even a simple note made her feel good. She liked the way he wrote "Be home" not be back. Simple but it sounded nice.

Amy wondered what her sister wanted. She decided to call her after she ate. She moved to the deck. She could feel the warmth of the sun on her skin. Sitting there with just Hank's shirt on, eating Strawberries Romanoff for breakfast made her feel quite decadent. The air blowing on her bare pussy made her feel naughty. She was enjoying it.

She called her sister, Jesse. Jesse asked if she could come over and talk. Amy asked if there was a problem and after a brief pause Jesse said she just needed to talk. Amy said it was fine and to bring her suit. They could swim or soak in the tub. Her sister said she be over in about an hour.

Amy hung up but she felt there was more than what Jesse was saying on the phone. The two sisters never really kept secrets from each other. It was always Jesse who protected Amy. It was Jesse being a big help to Amy when she was down going through the divorce. She realized that the two of them hadn't talked in a long time. It might be time now. No matter she couldn't greet her sister dressed like she was.

She took a quick shower and put on a bathing suit. This one covered her a little more than yesterdays did but not much. She bought these suits when she came back from DC. She really didn't expect to wear them in front of anyone except Hank. She covered herself up with Hank's shirt. She finished dressing as the doorbell rang.

Amy opened the door and Jesse gave her a big hug. "Thanks for letting me come over. Is Hank here?"

Amy explained that Hank was away and shouldn't be back until 4. She told Jesse that it was some business meeting. Together they walked to the kitchen. Along the way Amy asked how the girls were getting along. Jesse said everything was going fine with them. Carrie and Katy, Jesse's middle child and the same age, always got along fine. The oldest, Lindsay, was now seventeen and she was watching them today for her. They were going to the movies.

Amy asked if Jesse wanted some lunch. "Hank made champagne chicken last night. You must try some. It's in the fridge." She took it out and warmed it in the microwave. After it got hot, Amy served it to Jesse. "What do you want to drink?"

"Water is just fine," Jesse said as she took a bite. "Wow, this good. You said Hank made this?"

"Yes he did. Wait for dessert. Now do you want to talk about?"

Jesse put her fork down. She started to talk but instead she started to cry. Amy rushed to her. "What's the matter, Jess? You can tell me."

"I am so jealous of you." Jesse sobbed.

"Jealous of me? But why?"

The entire story poured out. "Look at you. You're as happy as I've ever seen you. Hank must be treating you right. He cooks for you and seems to taking care of your other needs quite well. My God, look at that bathing suit you're wearing. What's happening here? You fucked him on our parents' bed!" Jesse began yelling at Amy.

Amy hugged her sister tightly. She waited for her to calm down.

"I'm sorry, Amy. I'm so sorry," Jesse cried on Amy's shoulder.

Jesse stopped crying and lifted her head." It's not you. It's Dave and me. We haven't made love in 6 months. He says he too tired or too busy with work. We're drifting apart. Then you seem to have all together. I should be happy for you but I'm not. I want what you have, my man to love me."

For the next two hour the two sisters talked. Jesse did most of the talking and Amy listened. They talked as only sisters could, caring and loving. Towards the end, Amy suggested Jesse take a soak in the Jacuzzi, drink some wine and relax. Jesse said it sounded great but she forgot her suit. Amy said, "You could use one of mine." When Jesse objected, Amy replied, "Or you go naked."

Jesse decided on a suit but after she put it on, she wasn't so sure about it. "I can't wear this!"

"Let me see," Amy asked.

When Jesse stepped onto the deck, all Amy could say was "Wow!"

The bottom was a tight but not too bad. It was the top. Amy didn't realize that Jesse was that much bigger than her. The fabric barely covered her nipples and the stings looked like they could break any second. "See."

"Look, Jesse, it is only us. No one will ever know. Come on, relax. Let's get in the tub. I'll pour us some wine and it will be fine. Maybe Dave should see you in that."

The two sat in the tub and let the bubbles moved around them. Jesse had to admit it felt good. Along with the wine she began to relax. Soon they were talking about old times. Soon the talk turned to sex. The water and wine worked on them. The two reminisced about the times they swam in the pond and the afternoons spent there. They told each other about their first time and Amy had to admit Hank was first. Jesse was surprised. Her husband Dave wasn't her first. Jesse was even more surprised to find out that Amy only had sex with two men, Roger and Hank.

"He's bigger than Roger but you know I've only personally known two," Amy laughed.

Jesse had to ask, "Is he that good in bed? Be truthful."

"Like I said, I've only known two but if there are others like him out there I've really missed something. I told you, being with him is like turning on a switch that I can't, no, won't turn off."

Jesse poured another glass a wine for both of them. "Tell me more!"

As the wine flowed, Amy related all that had happened between her and Hank. She told Jesse everything, every hot exciting moment. Amy found as she retold the story, she felt her pussy growing damp. She squirmed in her seat.

Her sister pushed back in her seat. "Good God, Sis, I'm getting turned on just listening to you. You really let him fuck you in a limo driving the streets of DC? I thought you were the quiet one." The girls laughed.

Jesse suddenly got serious. "Have you told him about Carrie?"

"What do you mean? Hank has met Carrie and they got along fine."

"You can't be serious, Amy. You know that there is a possibility that Carrie is his."

Amy shook her head. "No, no, no. I got pregnant on my honeymoon. I know, I was there. Hank and I only made love that one night."

"Did you have the monthly visit from Aunt Flow after Hank left?"

"Christsakes, Jesse. That was a long time ago. How can I remember 15 years ago?"

"Because you were always on time. We could set our watch by you." Jesse looked Amy in the eyes and saw some doubt. "You and Hank made love on July 4th. You married Roger around September 4th.And Carrie was born almost two months early. A fine, healthy baby girl. You saw the picture of Hank's sister on his mantle. You commented yourself on how she and Carrie look alike. You told me even Hank noticed."

"No, Jesse, It's Roger's baby not Hank's," Amy insisted.

"Why, Amy, does Carrie have to be Roger's? Wouldn't you rather Carrie be yours and Hank's. A child created from love." Jesse grabbed Amy's shoulders. "Why not?"

Amy pushed her away and moved to the other side of the Jacuzzi. "Because if it is Hank's, I've hurt him more than ever. How can he forgive me? How could he still love me? No, Carrie is Roger's! Damn it!" Amy was almost yelling.

Jesse moved to her. She hugged her little sister as only an older sister could. Amy was sobbing into her shoulder. "Amy, I'm sorry. I came here because I was jealous of you and what you have. Now I've made it worst."

"No, Jesse, you haven't," Amy said as she leaned back. "I think, deep down inside, I've always suspected but I wouldn't admit it. I don't have any real proof. Hank did mention at the picnic on how Carrie looks like his sister. I'm pretty sure Roger felt that Carrie wasn't his and that was part of the problem. Now it's part of another problem. What should I do, Jesse? You have always helped me."

Jesse shook her head. "I don't know but we'll think of something together. Don't tell Hank anything right now. You already waited 15 years so what's a little longer?"

Amy smiled. "I think we better get out of tub before we prune up." The two sisters hugged each other then got out. "Let's get Chinese for supper."



Love Lost, Then Found Ch. 17



Hank was feeling pretty good about things. The job interview went well. It seemed that all it was going to take was a formal vote by the board and the job was his. They said he know in about two weeks. If he got the job then it would clear the way for Amy and him. Amy could keep her job and the house. Carrie wouldn't have to change schools. The new job would mean a pay cut and not be the same as working in DC, but Hank was willing to make the change.

Jesse stood in the kitchen sipping her wine, still in her bikini. She really needed to change but she was in no hurry. She came to visit Amy upset and confused about her feelings. She was angry at Amy but it wasn't really Amy. It was her and her life. Now she realized that and in some way it made her feel better. 

When Amy and she were growing up they did everything together. Being three years older, Jesse took care of her little sister and protected her. They also shared everything. Being older, Jesse found out about boys before Amy and being the good sister, taught her about them. Amy's first kiss was with Jesse. The two of them skinny-dipped out at the pond and would lie there, naked, sunning themselves. The two sisters watched their bodies change. Jesse was pretty fast and did a lot of experimenting in high school. She told Amy everything that she did. She slept around but was always careful. Jesse even tried it with a woman. Not great but different. She felt that she was responsible for Amy being so careful with the boys.

When their dad blew up, it was Jesse that was there for Amy. Both of them knew that their father was disappointed in her and put a lot of faith in Amy. The fact that he knew that Amy had sex with Hank sent him over the edge. He felt she was ruining her life over Hank. Even now there is the doubt about Carrie and who is her father. No one spoke about it but Jesse wonder if others thought about it. Jesse had a long talk with her mother. She always got the feeling that Mom felt she let Amy down. She never liked Roger but let Amy marry him. Amy never should have married Roger but what real choice did she have. Eloping with Hank wasn't an option. Roger cheated on her so often that it wasn't a secret. He hurt her a couple of times too. Jesse was always there for Amy. Now it seems they're there for each other.

Hank pulled into the driveway. Amy's car was still parked there. Hank didn't know that Amy had taken Jesse's car to pick up the Chinese food. He headed into the house excited about his prospects.

Jesse felt a little sexy, daring in her bikini. She noticed how since Hank was back in her life, Amy was becoming comfortable with her body. All the sex she was having with Hank was creating a more confident woman. It seemed Hank loved her for who she was. Maybe it was time that Dave saw her in a new light. Amy did mention this bikini.

"Damn," Jesse swore. She had knocked over Amy's wine glass she left behind. The wine began to drip on the floor so she bent over to wipe it up.

Hank entered the kitchen and saw the bikini clad ass pointed directly at him. This one seemed a little different than Amy's. "Amy?"

"Hank?" Jesse turned to face him. They stared at each other for a moment.

There she stood in a bikini that was obviously too small for her. Her large breasts were just about popping out. Hank's face said all. Jesse recovered first. "We didn't expect you home so soon. Amy took my car and went for Chinese. You just missed her."

Hank couldn't help but stare. Jesse's breasts were much larger than he thought. She looked as sexy as hell. All he could say was "Ok."

Jesse began to laugh. "Am I making you uncomfortable? No one was supposed to see me in this. I'll go change."

Hank turned red, "No, no. That's alright. You're fine."

"You silly man," Jesse said, kissing him on the cheek. " I better get out of this suit before something does happen. But thank you" Again she laughed as she left. "Hank certainly noticed." She smiled.

She changed quickly and came back. She found Hank on the deck. "Better?"

Hank looked at her and smiled. It made Jesse feel good. "Can I ask you something?"

"Sure. Go ahead, I think." Jesse sat down.

"What happened with Amy? Her Dad? Roger?"

Jesse related the whole story the best she could. She explained how her Dad reacted and how things got really bad. He accused Amy of being a slut for doing what she did with him. That she was ruining her life. He told her she was going to marry Roger. And that was that. It was bad.

"How did he know what we did?" Hank asked.

"Amy always figured he saw you two in the barn. She really didn't know."

"The marriage to Roger, how did that go?"

"At first, not too bad. Roger seemed happy. Amy was pregnant so that was a little rough on her. Then Carrie was born and things went downhill. Roger seemed to change. After 2, 3 years Roger was sleeping around and the marriage was falling apart." Jesse explained.

"Did he ever abuse her?"

"I think once or twice. I saw some bruises on her arm but she always had some explanation. It was more mental than physical."

"Why did she stay?" Hank wanted to know.

"Because of Carrie but even that wasn't a good enough reason after a while. Roger slept in another bedroom and had a little contact with her. He became a big politician and was away a lot. When she came home early one day from work and found in him in bed with some woman. Well, that was it."

Hank didn't reply. He just looked at hands. He reached across and took Jesse's hands. "Thanks." 

"Supper," Amy yelled as she entered the house. She carried the take out to the kitchen.

"Food's here." Jesse went in to help.

"That's great. Where's Hank? I saw his car," asked Amy.

"On the deck."

Amy started to call him.

"Amy, wait," Jesse said grabbing Amy's arm. "We need to talk. But first let's get some food and wine."

The two sisters sat at the table and as they ate, Jesse explained that Hank asked some questions and she told him everything.

"Carrie?" Amy had a horrified look on her face.

"No, not that. That's between you and Hank," Jesse reassured her

Amy looked out at Hank on the deck. "Let's go." Amy stood up and headed to the deck. She walked over to Hank and kissed him. "I love you." 

"Hey you two, cut it out!" Jesse said as she came on to the deck. "Seriously, my sister is a very lucky man to have you but I also think that you're pretty lucky to have her." She gave Amy a kiss. "Look, I really should be going. Calling me Sis." As she left she waved to Amy. In her hand was a little bikini.

After Jesse left, Amy turned to Hank. "So how did it go?"

"Amy, we need to talk, you know, about us. Our future." Hank said suddenly.

Amy didn't want to talk about the future. She was living right now, this moment. The last time she thought about a future with Hank was 15 years. She knew where that went. "Ok," she nodded.

"Well, I see 4 options. 1. We continue the way we are, me in DC, you here. We get together when we can. 2. You quit your job, sell this house, take Carrie out of school and move to DC. 3. I quit my job, sell my condo, and move here. 4. We end it now. It's been great but it's been a long time since college."

Amy stared at Hank. Her eyes began to fill and tears ran down her face. She stood up. "No, no, there is no option 4. I'm not letting you go. I love you. Don't you love me? You told me you did!" She sobbed . 

"Oh babe," Hank hugged her. "I do love you. 4 is in there because I thought you might have doubts. I don't want to end this. I've waited my whole life for you."

She buried her head in his shoulder. "Why was life so complicated?" she thought. "Why couldn't it be just the two of them? No decisions to make. No problems to solve."

"Hank, you make me feel like the most important woman in the world. You haven't judged me. You have accepted me for who I am. But I'm scared right now. I am really frightened to go any further. I don't want to be hurt or hurt you. I feel I've hurt you enough already."

"Trust me; I'm scared as you are right now about being hurt. I'm not sure if I could stand having you taking from me again." Hank answered.

"Look, all three of us need to talk about but we can't do it right now. Carrie too. She should be a big part of the decision. I'm going back to DC tomorrow so there is no reason to rush this. But we do need to make some decision," Hank said as he stroked her hair. "Let's go take a shower and clean up."

Amy thought as they walked up stairs, "Does he suspect anything? When should I tell him?"

The water felt good on her body. It cascaded over her breasts and down her stomach. Hank lathered up the soap and began rubbing it over her. He rubbed her shoulders, her back, the crack of her ass. His hands felt so good. Amy closed her eyes and let the good feelings wash over her. She turned around to face him. Hank took each of her breasts and soaped them up. He massaged each one gently. She arched her back, offering her breasts to him. As the water washed the soap away, Hank sucked on one nipple, then the other. It felt heavenly. Amy moaned softly.

Hank moved his hand to her pussy. As he parted her lips, Amy spread her legs wider. His finger found her clit and his touch sent an electric shock through her. Her hips began to move and breaths came faster. "Yes, yes, that's it. Soo good," Amy sighed.

She felt her orgasm building and she wanted it, needed it. When she did come, it was long but gentle, like an ocean wave washing over her. She rode it easily to the end. "That was perfect, so good," Amy said catching her breath. "My turn."

She looked down. There was Hank's cock, erect and standing straight out. She grasped it and began to slowly stroke it. She let out a soft sigh. It seemed every time she touched his hard cock it sent tingles right to her pussy. It was amazing her reaction. A wicked thought entered her mind. She let go.

"Come on, let's get out here. The water is puckering my hands." With that she turned off the water. She handed Hank a towel. "Here dry yourself off and then follow me," she said with smile.

Hank was a little confused but he followed her directions. After he dried himself, he followed her to the bedroom.

"Lie down," Amy said patting the bed. Hank did as he was told.

"Now just lie back and enjoy." Amy straddled his cock. It had gone soft since the shower but Hank knew it wouldn't need much to get it back up. Amy put her hands to her pussy and spread her lips. She then slid herself up and down his cock. It got hard quickly. She was wet and made his cock slick.

Amy slipped back and wrapped both hands around his shaft. Lacing her fingers together, she stroked it. Reaching the head, she used her thumbs to smear his pre-cum over it. She took her thumbs and massaged that spot just under the tip. "Feels good, does it?" She knew it did by the expression on his face. Hank nodded.

"I think we need more lube." With that she moved up. She grabbed his cock and rubbed back and forth across her pussy. Then slowly, teasing him, she put it in her. Only the head though and that was all. Hank groaned.

This was going to be more difficult than she thought. Amy planned to tease him a little at a time but it felt so good. She wanted all of it in her. "No," she said to herself. "Stick with the plan." She rubbed her clit to make herself wetter. At least that is what she told Hank.

Her pussy muscles clenched and massaged Hank's shaft as she slowly took all of it in. Amy sat back on her haunches, pulling him towards her. This way he couldn't move his hips. Again she lightly touched her clit, sending waves through her body. She fought the urge to move her hips.

Hank felt like his entire being was centered on his cock. Sweat appeared on his forehead. He wanted so badly to move but she had him pinned. He wasn't sure how long he could take this heavenly torture.

Amy raised her hips and his cock fell out. With one hand, she massaged his balls, rolling them around in her hand. She took just her fingers of other hand and lightly ran them up and down his erection. "Oh, God," Hank moaned. "You're killing me." Amy just smiled at him.

She leaned forward and squeezed his cock between her breasts. She moved back and forth. "Do you like this?" she purred. She did. As she moved her nipples rubbed on his skin. They became hard and erect as they became excited. Amy felt like her whole body was excited. She tingled from head to toe. She thought she would be just pleasuring Hank but she was enjoying it too. Maybe it was the control.

The pre-cum was leaking in a stream from Hank making it easier for his cock to slide between her breasts. She took her hand and grasped it hard as she sat back up. "Do you want to come, baby?"

"Oh yes," Hank pleaded.

Instead of helping him, Amy let go. Again she moved so her pussy was over his cock. She spread her lips and slide up the length. They were warm and moist and added more pleasure to Hank's agony.

Amy flashed a wicked smile. "You need to come, don't you?"

"Yes, please, yes." Hank would do anything for release.

"Not yet. Just a little longer."

Amy was enjoying her new found power. Hank wouldn't come until she let him. He was under her control. Just like she was when he tied her up but she didn't need ropes. It turned her on. How far would she let it go?

"Look at me, Hank," she commanded. As Hank raised his head, Amy took a finger full of his pre-cum and put it to his lips. "Suck my finger." Hank greedily sucked it clean. With another finger, she dipped it into her pussy. She moved it to Hank's lips. He didn't need to be told as he cleaned it off. "Good baby," 

It had gone on long enough Amy decided. She placed one hand around his shaft and stroked it. With the other she rubbed the head especially just under the crown. It didn't take much. The first shot landed on her breasts, triggering Amy's own orgasm. She kept stroking as more cum came out. Hank was shaking his head and deeply groaning. She continued until she milked him dry. Her hands were covered with his sperm. 

"Damn that felt great," Amy thought. If Hank could have spoken he would have seconded that motion.



Love Lost, Then Found Ch. 18



Hank gave Amy a deep kiss as she awoke. "Where did you learn that? I was totally drained," he said as he collapsed on the bed.

"I'm not telling," Amy laughed. "Besides a woman needs a little mystery to keep her man coming back for more."

"Well I'll keep coming back." Hank grabbed for her but she moved away quickly.

"Here, get dressed." She handed him a robe. It was one of the silk robes she bought for herself.

"I can't wear this. It's too..." Hank protested.

"It's what? Too flowery, too girly," Amy laughed.

"Yes all that but it's too short." Hank stood up and the head of cock dangled from beneath the robe's hem. "Look."

"Yes babe, I realized that." She moved closer. "This is your last day here and I want to get to that beautiful cock of yours anytime I want." She kissed him and gave his cock a squeeze. "Besides we're not going anywhere today."

It was close to lunch time so they headed to the kitchen. As they made their lunch, they each played slap and tickle. Hank grabbed Amy's ass. She slapped his. A poke in the ribs. By the time they finished, they were laughing like teenagers. "We sound like my teenage daughter and her friends when they come over," Amy laughed.

"Yeah, but we're horny 18 year old teenagers," Hank said reaching for her breast.

"Hey, stop it." Amy slapped his hand away. "I want to eat. Besides check your robe."

Hank's cock was beginning to stiffen and poke out of his robe. 

"You are amazing, you know that?" Amy said shaking her head.

Hank just looked at her and shrugged.

They ate their lunch on the deck and enjoyed the sun. Hank got up and dropped his robe. He turned towards her. "What to go for a swim?"

Amy shook her head. She would just enjoy the view. Her eyes followed Hank as he headed for the pool. Could anybody look that good? Or did her love for him cloud her vision? She watched him dive into water and disappear from view. For 37 years old, Hank kept himself in good shape. He jogged and played softball during the summer. He didn't lift weights or workout but he did eat healthy. Well, most of the time. 

Hank enjoyed the feeling of swimming nude. He could completely feel the coolness of the water around his body. He swam a few laps and then climbed out, refreshed.

As he stood in the late afternoon sun, Amy found herself staring at him. She took in his broad shoulders, strong back and his ass – Good Lord! What an ass. He turned and she looked him over. He had only a small amount of hair on his body but it was soft. His cock hung limply in front of him. She sighed.

And he loved her. My God! He loved her despite of everything. She could feel her pussy getting wet.

"You're staring at me," he said as he walked towards her as he toweled himself off. 

"I am. Because you're gorgeous. The most gorgeous thing I've seen."

A smile filled his face. "Gorgeous is for girls."

"Not manly men in flowery robes? Well, how about hot?"

Hank blushed, "I'm nothing special."

She couldn't help but laugh. Amy stood up and wrapped her arms around his waist. She pushed up on her toes and kissed him.

Hank held out his hand and Amy took it. They walked into the house and up to the bedroom. He laid her down and kissed her mouth, her neck, and her breasts. He trailed down her belly to between her legs, where he feasted on her until her breaths came in gasps and her groans became sighs. Amy rolled over and Hank put a pillow under her belly. He licked every crevice and curve of her ass. Then he held her legs together with his as he slid his cock deep into her pussy. She raised her body up, her heavy breasts slapping against her chest with each thrust. Amy threw her head back so he could suck and nuzzle her neck. The friction of the sheets against her pussy caused her to come again. Her cumming caused Hank to come as well, filling her up. When it was over, Amy curled up against him and they dozed.

When they awoke it was more of the same, dozing and making love at internals. Once they got up and took a shower and shared a chilled glass of wine and some cold chicken. A little while later Hank was awakened by Amy kissing his hardening cock. When she caught him watching her, she had them shift places, and with her on the bottom and him on top, she poured some baby oil between her breasts. Holding her breasts together, Amy had him slip his cock in between and fuck her. When he came, he shot his cum into her waiting mouth.

In the middle of the night Amy awoke to see Hank standing at the window, looking at the neighbors and the lights in the distance. She went to the window and kissed him. Hank kissed her then turned her around, bending her against the window frame. She braced herself on either side as he rubbed her asshole with oil. It felt cold compared to the heat of his cock. Before her neighbors, he eased into her ass. In and out, until she cried out, "Hank, fuck me. Fuck my ass!"

They went back to the bed and cleansed each other with soft, soapy cloths and kisses until they slept again.

As the sun rose she felt his tongue on her, licking, nibbling, and she moved herself until she was on top of him, his cock against her lips. From there she traced the soft side of his underbelly, the flatness between his asshole and his balls. She took his balls into her mouth and sucked and pulled until his breath heightened. She glided her tongue along the vein on his cock until her lips reached the velvety crown. She dipped the point of tongue into the tiny hole before she raised her head and took him fully down her throat. Up and down, up and down, up and down until Hank buried his tongue deep within her pussy. Her pussy seemed to burst with pleasure as she came. Moments later Hank flooded her mouth. She swallowed, and then twisted around to kiss him. Her taste in his mouth, his in hers.

He held her face in his hands and whispered, "I love you. I always have and always will." Not waiting for an answer, he pulled her close. Amy snuggled against his chest.

It was a long drive to the airport and it gave him time to think about this week. He had decided that the only sane thing to do was to marry Amy. He couldn't live without her. She was his everything. But there was something that wasn't quite right. He couldn't put his finger on it. It was like there was some piece that she wasn't telling him. Again he didn't know what it was.

And there was Brianna. He had genuine feelings for her which surprised him. It seemed the closer he drew to Amy the closer he felt towards Brianna. Was it a fear of commitment? Did he need to have another in case one didn't work out? Hank had organized his life into neat compartments since college, people too. Now Amy and Brianna didn't fit in any and it bothered him.



Love Lost, Then Found Ch. 19



After Hank left, Amy had a few hours alone as she drove to pick up Carrie at Jesse's. She had a lot to think about. Things were moving quite quickly and were in danger of spinning out of control. Hank was right. There were four real options. Option 1 wasn't really a good one. Seeing each other once in a while would bring their relationship down to a purely sexual level. She wanted all of Hank, Hank the lover and mostly importantly Hank the man who would always be there for her, no matter what. Option 4 was totally out but she felt that to Hank it was still on the table. Sort of an escape clause for him.

Jesse and Amy talked while Carrie finished putting her stuff in the car. "Did you tell him?" Jesse asked.

"Tell him what? That Carrie might be his," Amy said calmly. "I don't know that for sure. There isn't any proof."

"You're right but you know what you feel."

"Yes, I wanted Carrie to be Roger's not Hank's at first. But Roger never really treated her as his child. I don't know," Amy shook her head. "Have you talked with Dave? I saw you take that bikini!"

"No not yet. With you taking Carrie home I think I can get the others out too. I have a plan." Both had to laugh.

Jesse gave her a hug. "I'm here for you if you need me."

"Thanks. I know."

During the ride home Amy and Carrie talked about many things. This was the second time in a week that Carrie and she were able to talk openly. It seemed a whole new side of Carrie was coming out. A more mature side. Amy thought back and realized that this had occurred about the same time Hank appeared in her life. Did Carrie know or feel something? When they arrived home, Carrie leaned over and gave Amy a big hug. "Mom, I love you!" she said and then hopped out of the car.

"Where did that come from?" Amy thought.

The next morning Amy was cleaning up the house, new sheets, vacuuming, etc. when the door bell rang. Amy was not dressed for company wearing an old tee shirt without a bra and baggy cutoff sweatpants, and no make-up. When the bell rang again, she decided to answer it. "Hold on, I'm coming," she yelled.

She opened the door and gasped with surprise. There stood Roger Perry, dressed in a three piece suit and looking immaculate. Amy stared at him.

"May I come in?" he asked. "It is warm out here." He didn't wait for the reply as he pushed his way in.

"Why, yes. By all means, yes," Amy stammered. "To what occasion do I owe this pleasure?"

"Cut the sarcasm, Amy," Roger rudely answered. He made his way slowly to the dining room table, looking around as he went. "Is Carrie here? She may want to hear this."

"No she's not here. What's this all about? Don't you call before you just drop in? You never come here unless you want something. What is it this time?"

Roger ignored her. "This was my house too. And you were my wife, remember? Can you get me a drink? Water, iced tea, anything." He sat down and smiled smugly. He tapped his fingers impatiently.

Amy went to the kitchen. "What the hell did he want?" she thought. "He never drops by, never calls. Lucky Carrie gets a birthday card. Now what?" She poured him some iced water.

She returned to the table and handed him the drink. She sat across from him. "Now what do you want?"

Roger looked around the house. "Nice to see you kept the house up." He looked at Amy and shook his head. "You and I could have made it, babe. I could have forgiven you. Just a little more effort on your part and you could have been the wife of the next Senator from our State." He looked her up and down. "Christ, you let yourself go, didn't you?" 

Amy felt her blood begin to boil. He was testing her, trying to get her upset. He knew when she was angry that she couldn't think clearly, couldn't argue back. She looked down at her feet and then back at him. "You didn't come here for that. Now again, what do you want?" she said calmly.

He was taken aback by the way she responded. He wanted a reaction. OK so she wants it that way. We'll see. He reached inside his suit jacket and took out a folded piece of paper. "I understand you're back with that Dixon guy. I don't understand what the attraction is. Any way, he might want to see this. I think Carrie might be interested too." He slid the paper across to Amy.

Amy picked it up and unfolded it. She tried not to let him see her hands tremble. It was a doctor's report dated about 13 years ago. She could make out Roger's and Carrie's name and something about paternity. All her fears and hopes were in this paper. "So what's this about?"

Roger reached across the table and violently tore the paper from her hands. "God, you are a stupid bitch. Why I ever married you is beyond me. I didn't need your dad's help or yours." He shook his head. "It means that little bastard isn't mine. It belongs to that fucker Dixon. You fucked him before we got married and he knocked you up," he yelled. He got up and paced the room.

"So all this time you knew?"

"Yes I knew. I tried to overcome it but you didn't help. I needed you to be there for me. You never tried. Instead, look at you. You became fat, dumpy, unappealing. I tried hard to satisfy you but you didn't respond. I could give you everything. Look at this house. You turned away from me."

Amy stood up and screamed back, "So that's why you fucked every woman you could? Because of me? Why you asshole, get out!"

"Not yet!" Roger was now standing face to face with her. His sheer size seemed to dwarf her. "I needed a wife that I could be proud of by my side. And it wasn't you. You nearly wrecked my career!"

"What do want you from me? To say I'm sorry. You must be kidding! Why are you doing this now? You have known for a long time." Amy stepped back.

"You almost ruin my career, my life. If it got out while we were married that the fucking kid wasn't mine, I'd be a laughing stock. Now I'm in a position to hurt you and I can. Payback's a bitch. No, I don't want you to say you're sorry. Too late for that. I want to see how you can explain this to your lover and his brat. I would love to see his face when you tell him that you hid his child from him for 15 years. I want to hear how you tell that fucking princess she's illegitimate and you knew it. She better find now so when she grows up, she'll understand why she is a slut like her mother was."

Amy's eyes filled with tears and she could barely see. She was never this angry. She drew back her hand to slap him but he grabbed her wrist hard and squeezed. "Stop, you're hurting me!" she cried out.

"Hurting you! Fuck you!" With that he grabbed the collar of her tee-shirt and pulled. The shirt tore apart allowing her ample breasts to spill out. Amy tried to cover them with her other hand as she sagged to the floor. Roger looked disgusting at her. "You fucking cow," he sneered. He let go of her wrist. "I can see my way out." He threw the papers at her, leaving her crying.

Carrie was just returning from her friend's house when she saw a car backing out of the driveway of her home. It looked like Roger's car. "What is he doing here?" she thought. Carrie picked up the pace as she entered the back door.

"Mom!" she yelled. "Mom!" She began to look around for her. "Mom!" She heard someone in the dining room so she headed that way. What she saw stopped her in her tracks.

Her mother was on the floor, half kneeling, half lying. Her shirt was in tatters and Carrie could see her breasts. Amy was sobbing uncontrollably into her hands. Her shoulders were shaking. 

"Mother!" Carrie said as rushed to her. She kneeled down beside her and tried to hug her. "What happened?"

Amy struggled to push her away. Her daughter shouldn't see her this way. "No, no!" but Carrie wouldn't let go.

"It's alright, Mom, it's alright."

Amy stopped and buried her head into Carrie's shoulder. Carrie patted her head until her sobs lessened. She then looked into her mom's face. "Let's get you cleaned up." She helped Amy up and they walked over the bathroom. "Here, Mom, I'll get you a new shirt. I'll be right back." She shut the door. As she walked away she noticed a folded paper on the floor. 

Amy looked at herself in the mirror. She was a mess. Her eyes were red and swollen. Her nose was running. Her breasts were hanging out, exposed. "My God, my own daughter saw me like this," she thought. She was embarrassed, angry, confused. "What was she going to do?" 

Carrie knocked on the door. "You alright? I brought you a shirt."

Amy opened the door a crack so she could take it. "I'll be out in a minute."

"Good, Mom. I've made you a cup of tea. It will be ready when you are."

Amy got dressed and took one last look in the mirror. She sighed. She left the bathroom and found Carrie sitting at the kitchen table, 2 cups of tea and the folded paper sitting in front of her. "Now Mother you are going to tell me what happen." Carrie had an edge to her voice and it wasn't a request. It was a demand.

Amy sat down, took a sip and began."Your father," Amy shook her head and began again. "Roger came to visit and he had something to tell me. You too. It didn't go well."

"He hurt you, didn't he?" Carrie asked looking at Amy's wrist. Amy quickly moved her arm on to her lap.

"Yes," she whispered.

Carrie reached across the table and gently lifted her mom's arm. Her wrist was already turning purple and getting swollen. Tears came to her eyes. "I'll get you some ice."

"No. I need to tell you something and I need to tell you now."

"Is it about these papers?" Carrie quietly asked.

"Yes it is. There is no way to sugar coat this. Roger Perry is not your father. That is what he and the papers told me just this morning. He knew for all these years. He knew for all the years and never told anyone." The words just seemed to spill out. Amy looked at Carrie for her reaction.

Carrie sat there and then took Amy's hands gently. "My real father could never hurt or treat you this way."

"I am so sorry, baby," Amy said as she started to cry again.

"Don't cry, Mom. He never treated me like his daughter. I haven't gotten a birthday card from him in many years. He has never seen me play a game. Uncle Jim has seen more and been a bigger help. I hate Christmas because I have to spend time with him and his new trophy wife. He has never been my father," Carrie stated.

Amy stopped crying and looked at her daughter. She didn't think Carrie would react this way. She was acting as a mature adult. "You're not mad?"

"Why should I be? I saw the way he treated you all those years. You have been both a mother and a father to me. You have always been there for me. I love you, Mom." Carrie then did something she had not done in a long time. She kissed her mom. "Let me get you some ice."

Carrie returned with the ice and carefully put it on Amy's wrist. Amy was amazed on how Carrie was taking this. Amy had dreaded this for a long time if her feelings were ever confirmed about Carrie's true father. Now it was out.

"One question though," Carrie asked as she finished up. "Do you know who my real father is?"

"Caroline, how can you ask that? What kind of person do you think I am?" Amy quickly answered.

Carrie sat back down. "Well I overheard Roger and some guys at the last picnic he was invited to. It was just before the divorce. And I heard them saying that the Morris girls, you and Aunt Jesse, really slept around. I asked Aunt Jesse later and told me to wait till I'm older. Well." 

Amy sat back and thought. It has gone this far so she might as well finish it. Slowly she said, "Carrie, I have only slept with two men in my life." Carrie looked surprised. "One was my husband and the other the man I love. That man is Hank. Hank Dixon is your father."

"Wow!" Carrie exclaimed as she sat back in the chair. "Does he know?"

"No, he doesn't."

"When should we let him know?"

"The next time I, I mean we see him. We're not telling him by phone."

"How do you think he'll take it," Carrie asked. There was an air of concern in her question.

"I don't know. I truly don't know." Deep down Amy hoped as well as Carrie.



Love Lost, Then Found Ch. 20



Hank leaned back in his chair and grasped his hands behind his head. There wasn't much going on in the Museum today. Really it could run itself if it had to. It had been almost two weeks since he left Amy's but they sent emails every day. Amy claimed it was good he left when he did because she was exhausted. She also asked when he was coming back so she could rest up.

All Hank was waiting for was the phone call that told him if he got the job. His thoughts were interrupted by his secretary, Miss Watson. "Dr. Dixon, there is a call for you on line 1. A Mr. Masterson."

This was the call he had been waiting for. He paused for second and then picked it up. "Hello."

"Hank, Pete Masterson here. They want you. When can you get here?"

It was the best call he ever got. For the rest of the call the two of them discussed arrangements. Hank made it clear that he had to work out things at his end but he was pretty sure he could meet with the board next week. Pete said it was OK, just let him know.

After he hung up, Hank realized all that had to be done. Resign from the Museum, put his condo up for sale, and ask Amy to marry him. Easy. He opened his desk drawer and took out a little black box. He opened it and inside was his grandmother's engagement ring. Why he kept it in the drawer he couldn't answer. He had given it to Susan and luckily after the divorce, she gave it back. Now he planned to give it to Amy, if she said yes.

He was looking at the ring when Brianna walked in. "Hey Hank." She bent over and kissed him on the cheek. "Long time, no see."

Hank quickly put the ring in the drawer. He had been avoiding her. Luckily she was working in another department but now she was back. "Hi, Brianna," he said. "What are you doing tonight?" 

"Nothing, Why, you in the mood?" she answered playfully.

Her answer flustered him. "No, no, not that," he replied. "I was wondering if you would want to come over for dinner tonight."

"Sure. I'll be there about 7. OK," she kissed him again. "See you tonight."

Why did he ask her over for dinner? What was he, an idiot? She completely flustered him when she came in. This might not go well. Too late to back out now. He left work early and pick up a few things. He wanted to make this dinner right. Also he needed time to figure out what he was going to say.

Hank had time to think before Brianna came over. He was sure that it was his fault, a character flaw, that caused his problems. He could have had a backbone 15 years and went to Amy then. No, instead he quit playing the game he loved and fucked as many girls as he could. He married Susan but he didn't love her. He always felt she did in her own way. Now when everything was pointing to Amy being the woman he loved, he turned to Brianna. He did it before. 

Brianna was right on time. She and Hank stood on his back deck as he prepared the steaks for supper. He handed her a beer as he looked her over. She was wearing a white t-shirt top that showed off her breasts and a short skirt. Hank shook his head. The two women in his life were so physically different. Brianna was athletic and played a great second base for their softball team. Her breasts were firm without sag and smaller than Amy's. Her legs were long, tanned, and strong. Hank smiled remembering the times she wrapped them around him as they made love. The more he thought the more he realized that Brianna was Amy 15 years ago, except for two things. Amy didn't play any sports and he never had the chance to sexually explore with her. This information caused Hank to pause.

"Hank, you OK?" Brianna asked bringing him back.

"Yes," he quickly answered. "I think the steaks are ready."

August can be hot and humid in DC but tonight was bearable. They ate on the deck and took the opportunity to enjoy the night air. The steaks were great and Hank served it with fresh bread and tossed salad. The conversation was light and they had a number of laughs. They talked about their co-workers and a good laugh over Chrissie. Brianna actually met Hank through Chrissie so Brianna knew about her wild side. The fact Chrissie worked at Air and Space was thought to be a perfect place for her. Hank had to agree.

Brianna brought up Amy. "So are you going to tell me about her or is it a secret?"

"No secret," Hank replied and he proceeded to tell her the long story. Brianna listened intently as Hank filled her in but he made sure he omitted some details like the love making. He felt Brianna already knew what was going on there.

Brianna leaned back in chair when he was done. "Now what?" she asked.

"What do you mean?"

She swung her chair around. "You didn't ask me here for just dinner. Either you're horny or you have something important to tell me."

"You're right," Hank said. "Let's clear up these dishes and then go inside. We can talk there." With that they picked up the plates and headed in. Hank served some vanilla ice cream with chocolate syrup and real whipped cream. 

"Damn you," Brianna laughed. "You know my weakness."

It was definitely cooler in the house. They sat on the couch. Brianna took her shoes off and pulled her knees up to her chest. She faced him as he sat at the other end. She dipped her spoon and swirled around. She brought to her mouth, using her tongue to lick it off. "Well?"

"Damn," thought Hank. "She can make me think of sex just by eating her ice cream."

"Brianna, we been going out for some time and I really enjoy your company but I haven't been entirely truthful with you," Hank began.

"How so?" Brianna asked as nibbled at the ice cream.

Hank got right to the point, "I'm going to ask Amy to marry me."

She looked at the floor. "Oh," was all she said but the look on her face said more. She was hurt. Hank had to fight back the urge to go to her and put his arm around her.

"Look," Hank said. "I don't mean to hurt you but I have to admit I love Amy and I want to spend the rest of my life with her. "

"Oh, I see." 

What Hank noticed was she shifted in her seat and she had opened her legs giving him a nice view of her red panties. No matter how much he tried not to think about it, he was becoming aroused. He knew she was doing it on purpose. 

"So there is no chance for us?" she asked as she widened her legs. She was telling him with her actions, "It's here, if you want it."

"I don't think so."

Brianna got up and grabbed her shoes. "So I guess I'll be having sex alone tonight." She moved in close, put her arms around his neck and gave him a warm, moist kiss. "You know, she could say no." With that she turned and left.

"Jesus," Hank thought. "Start thinking with your head, not the other one." It took a few minutes for him to compose himself after she left. He really wanted to take her bed and make love to her one more time. He had to fight that impulse. In the end, he knew it was the right choice.



Love Lost, Then Found Ch. 21



Hank settled into the seat of the rental car and headed out. He had some time to think about what he was going to say and do. It seemed like a good idea at the time to arrive unannounced at Amy's, just show up. Now he wasn't so sure. How could he explain he just decided to show up? He did email her to find out if she had any plans and she said no big plans. Carrie was involved in a softball tourney that was all. Hank thought he could use that as an excuse plus he really wanted to see Carrie play. It might help the two of them to grow closer. As far what he was going to say to Amy he wasn't sure. He wanted it to be perfect. The more he drove the more time he had to work out the different scenarios. He cursed out Brianna and her "what if she says no" comment. He had no answer for that one.

Amy was sitting at the table on the deck. She was working on some lesson plans. She couldn't believe how close it was to the start of school. This year might be a challenge as Carrie was going to the High School and all that entailed. She sat back and stretched. She was wearing her silk robe over her bathing suit. She knew she needed to change but she was just being lazy.

She reached quickly for her pen as it started to roll off the table. She felt a twinge in her wrist and it brought back memories of that day. Roger had really hurt her, both physically and mentally. Amy was so thankful that Carrie took it so well. As a matter of fact Carrie took it better than Amy did. It seemed like a load had been lifted from her. It started before she knew but she acted as it was great news. Carrie was concerned about Hank's reaction but it was here that she acted more like an optimistic teenage. She knew Hank would want to be her dad.

The doorbell rang. "Mom, someone's at the door!"

"Carrie, could you please get it?" Amy yelled back. She didn't want to answer the door dressed this way.

"Alright," Carrie replied. Amy could hear her sigh.

Amy could hear Carrie's voice and she seemed to be very excited. She was talking to someone but Amy couldn't hear the voice clearly.

"Mom, looks who's here?"

"Hi babe." Hank walked over and kissed her.

"Oh my God, what are you doing here?" Amy quickly tried to compose herself.

"I was in the area so I thought I stop by," Hank smiled.

"Really?"

"No, you said Carrie had a softball tourney this weekend so I thought I would like to see her play." He turned to Carrie. "If that is ok with you?"

Carrie smiled so hard it seemed to hurt. "That would be great!"

As Carrie went off to get ready, Amy stood up and hugged Hank. "I'm so glad you're here. I have missed you so much!"

Hank kissed her. "Boy, do you look great!"

Amy kissed him back. "He knows how to make me feel good," she thought.

"We need to talk but not right now. Ok?"

The three went to the game together. Carrie went off with her teammates as Hank had to suffer through the numerous introductions. He was happy the game started. Amy sat very close to him almost as if she couldn't get close enough. She entwined her hand through his arm and hand and held it there all game. She said very little.

Amy was so excited that she could burst. By just coming to the game, Hank had done something that meant more to Carrie than he could ever know. At that moment Amy was never more in love with Hank than at this time. Even though the team lost both Carrie and Amy didn't seem to care.

Since it was a tourney and double elimination, there was another game. This meant about a 90 minute wait. During that time Hank and Carrie talked about the game. He offered her suggestions about her batting stance and work with her on it. Amy sat in the shade and watched. They seemed so natural together.

Carrie's team lost the second game but Carrie got 3 hits, most on the team. Her coach congratulated her. After the game, she ran to Hank and gave him a big hug. "Thank you!" she said.

During the ride home Carrie couldn't stop talking she was so excited. She was still talking as they stopped the car in the drive way. She hopped out and ran to the house.

"Man, is she excited," Hank said turning to Amy.

He was caught by surprise as Amy kissed him. "Not as excited as I am," she whispered. She kissed him again. "Now why did you really come?"

"Look, there is something important that I would like to talk to you about and here in the car is not the place," Hank said seriously. "I would like to take you out for nice supper and talk there. Ok?"

Amy nodded. She was a little concerned about what he wanted to talk about. Did Roger have copies of those papers? Did he send them to Hank? She could feel a knot building in her stomach.

She agonized over what to wear. The little black dress was out but she didn't want to be too casual. She picked out a nice plain sleeveless summer dress. She took her time and made sure everything was as perfect as it could be.

There was a knock on the bedroom door. It was Carrie. "Can I come in?"

"What do you want, honey?"

Carrie sat down. "Do you think he knows?" She was picking her nails, a sure sign she was nervous.

"I don't know. I don't think so but I know it is serious. Remember I knew Hank before this and I know his moods. From the way he acted it's pretty important. How do you feel about it?"

"Today was one of greatest day ever. It was so great talking to him at the game. I wanted to call him dad right there. Mom, it felt so right."

"I know, baby. We just don't know but I'm going to tell him tonight. No matter what you need to stay home tonight. I don't know which way this is going to go but I need you to be here." Amy gave her daughter a hug and a kiss. "Oh well, here we go." 

How Hank knew about this out of the way restaurant amazed Amy. It was quiet and cozy. The food was great and the wine wonderful. They sat in a corner a part of but away from the dining room. They made small talk mostly about Carrie and her playing. Hank did notice Amy's wrist but she claimed she fell, jamming it.

As they were waiting for dessert the talk turned serious.

"Remember we talked about the 4 options I thought we had?" Hank stated.

Amy nodded, dreading where this might be going.

"I've been thinking. Option 4 is no good and I think you agree."

"Yes," Amy agreed.

"Option 1 isn't fair to anybody especially Carrie. She needs to see her mom have permanence to her life. So that leaves Option 2 and 3."

Amy sat silently, her heart beating wildly. "Go on."

"Option 2 means uprooting and moving you and Carrie, finding a school for her, a new job for you. Not fair. So that leaves option 3. One of the reasons I'm here is because I can have the head job at the Lincoln Museum in Springfield if I want to."

"That's great, Hank," Amy said leaning forward and taking his hands.

"It is but it depends on one thing."

"What's that?" Amy asked with a perplexed look.

"I've known this for a long time, over 15 years. I love you and I think I always have. Fate brought us back together. So what I'm trying to say." Hank reached into his pocket and produced a little black box. He opened it. "Amy, will you marry me?"

The ring was gorgeous. She was taken by surprise by his question. She was so worried about the other problem that she didn't expect this. It was an answer to all her dreams...but was it? She looked at Hank and realized he was waiting for her answer. He looked confused.

"Hank, I love you too," she began slowly. "I want to marry you but I have not been truthful, fair, to you. I can't give you an answer until I have." Her eyes filled as she spoke.

Hank rocked back into seat, shocked. It took him a full minute to understand what she just said. "Are you saying no?"

"Right now, yes I am." Amy couldn't look at him.

Neither of them ate their dessert. Hank paid the bill and headed for the car. They drove home in silence. Amy wanted to say something but she waited. Hank parked the car in the driveway and walked around the car. As he opened the door he said, "I'll walk you to the door and then go find a motel room."

Amy spoke up, forcibly, "No, you won't. I told you I haven't told you the whole truth. You are not leaving until I do. You owe it to me, you and us. You are coming in now."

Hank didn't argue. He didn't feel like it. He followed her in.

"I'll fix you something to drink. Have a seat in the dining room." She walked to the base of the stairs and called up, "Carrie, please come down here. We need to talk."

Amy got the hot water started as Hank settled into the dining room. He was running with emotions. He confused, hurt, angry and he didn't want to be here. Carrie had come down. She had been upstairs and came down in her robe. They didn't talk. Amy came in with some tea.

The three looked at each other. No one spoke. You could cut the tenseness with a knife. Finally Amy spoke up. "Here I want you to read this." She slid a folded paper across to Hank. Carrie sat upright in her chair. She began to pick her fingernails.

Hank read the paper slowly and then reread it. He put it down. "So does mean what I think it means? I see the paper is dated 13 years ago. How long have you know?"

"Roger stopped by the other day and he brought those. First time I've ever seen them."

Hank fiddled with the papers. "So you're telling me you didn't know about this until a couple of days ago. I find that hard to believe."

"Hank, it is the truth."

Hank stood up and walked around the table. "15 years ago you gave birth to Carrie and you never had any idea that she might not be Roger's but mine! Now you decide to tell me! Unbelievable!"

"Even if I knew, how was I to tell you? You were out of my life. I didn't know where you were." Amy tried to remain calm. This was not going well.

"This is unbelievable." Hank threw up his hands. "Now you're telling me and you never knew before this?" He walked into the kitchen, out the doors and on to the deck. He sat down and placed his head in his hands. He needed time, time to think.

Carrie looked at her mother. Tears were streaming down her cheeks. "Mom?" she asked with a confused look.

Amy took her hands. "Don't worry. It will be fine. He just needs a little time. Things will work out," she said reassuringly. But inside behind the calm look, Amy wasn't so sure. At least he still here and didn't walk out.

Amy woke up with a start. "What time was it?" she asked herself. Rolling over she saw the clock which read 1:15. She hadn't been asleep long. She rolled on to her back. "What was she going to do? How could she see fix this?" She got up, threw on a robe and went down stairs to the kitchen. She stopped and looked out on the deck. There against all odds was Hank, still there. He had moved from one of the chairs to the lounge. Amy wondered if he was asleep. At least he is still here. That was a good sign. She waited and then watched him sit up. She decided to make some tea and bring it out to him. Sort of a peace offering. She didn't know exactly what to say but she needed to say something.

With the hot drinks in her hands she walked on to the deck.

"Here, I brought you some tea," she said offering to him.

"Thanks," he said taking it. He took a small sip. It was hot but she made it the way he liked it.

"We certainly have made a mess of things, haven't we?" Hank said looking up at the stars.

"Not you, I have," Amy replied. 

"No. It takes two to fuck something up this bad."

For a minutes they sat there quietly, not talking just sipping their tea and gazing. Each afraid to speak for fear of making it worst. Amy decided to be bold.

"Hank, I want you to look at me," Amy demanded.

Hank turned and looked at her. No matter how hard he tried he couldn't deny it, she was beautiful. Her smile, her eyes, her laugh, her sense of humor. It was easy to be in love with her.

"I love you, really love you. I know I messed things up. I know I hurt you and I probably lost you for good but I have to tell you this. I want to spend the rest of my life with you. I want to tell my family, my friends that I love you and I always have. If you get up and walk away, I understand. I will move on and make a life for Carrie and I. It's your choice. I love you. I want you. I want to be with you. Your daughter wants to be with you. Period. The choice is yours." She boldly stated.

She took a deep breath. "Ok, I'm done."

Hank sat there stunned. His mouth was dry and his brain didn't seem to work. Finally he spoke.

"Yes, Amy, you know I love you. But...

"No buts. I messed up. Perhaps I can't fix it but I need to know."

Hank didn't answer. How could he? There were a million thoughts running through his head. So many questions, not enough answers. How could he make a life changing decision in a blink of an eye? He had asked her to marry him and he knew that Carrie went along with it. Why was being told that Carrie was his causing him to be so confused? Amy said she didn't know. Is that it? Is she telling the truth? Why shouldn't she?

Amy suddenly stood up. "Look, it's up to you. If you're not here tomorrow morning, I'll know. I'll move on." With that she turned and walked away leaving Hank alone with his thoughts.

Amy felt like she never slept at all. She had tossed and turned, never fully asleep. As she lay there, she thought about what she said last night. Now she would have to live with that. She showered, trying not to think about what she find downstairs. She dressed slowly. As she started down the stairs, Carrie came around the corner. "He's gone, Mom. He left. What are we going to do?"

Amy's heart sank to her knees. She almost missed a step but she knew she had to remain strong for Carrie. "It will be alright. It will work out." She hugged her daughter.

"How, Mom? How can it?"

Amy didn't know. She could only hope. The two went to the kitchen but neither wanted to eat.



They heard a car enter the driveway. "Now who is it?" Amy said.

"Hey do you know there isn't a bakery anywhere near here?" Hank yelled. As he walked into the kitchen, "I got a variety of things. Hope you like them?"

Amy stood up and struck him in the arm. "Where have you been?"

"Hey that hurt!" Hank grabbed his arm and grimaced. "Sorry it took longer than I thought." He looked at Amy, then Carrie. "Oh God, I'm sorry. It wasn't supposed to take this long!"

Carrie looked at him skeptically. In typical teenage bluntness she asked, "So Hank, did you make up your mind?"

"Caroline, mind your manner," Amy scolded her.

"Yes I have and let's cut out the Hank. I would like you to call me Dad, if you want. I would like you to."

Carrie jumped from her seat and hugged him around the neck. "Oh yes I will, Dad."

Amy hugged him too. The mood of the room lighten immensely.

"Can I call Aunt Jesse?" Carrie asked not waiting for an answer. She ran from the room.

"So what made you stay? Was it my speech last night?"

"Yes and no. What I'm saying is, I love you. I have since the first day we met in college. I didn't know it then but I do now. You really hurt me when you married Roger. I'm not going to deny that but as bad as I felt then, letting you go now would be worst." Hank admitted.

"Hank, I'm so sorry for what I did. I knew it was wrong. So many nights I cried myself to sleep I hurt so bad," she said as the tears rolled down her cheeks. "If I could go back and change everything, I would. I do love you so much and I promise, if you let me I will spend the rest of my life making sure you never doubt it," she said between sobs.

"You know, I'm never letting you go again but there is one thing I wouldn't change."

"What's that?" Amy asked.

"Carrie. She is our child. You and I made her from our love. Now we have a chance to show her, to love her. I want her to know that." Hank kissed her. 

The rest of the day was like a dream come true. Hank and Carrie swam in the pool together. They even got Amy to go in and play Marco Polo with them. Jesse called and was so excited that it took a few minutes to understand her. Later that afternoon as it quieted down, Amy sat next to Hank as he dozed on the lounge. She held his hand and smiled.



Love Lost, Then Found Ch. 22



Hank decided that they should go out to dinner again. Same place, same time. Act as if last night didn't happen. Carrie had already made plan to sleep over a friend's so she wasn't going to be home. Amy took her aside before she left.

"Hank is going to ask me to marry him tonight, honey," Amy said. "You're part of this so I'm telling you I'm going to say yes. Is that ok with you?"

"What a silly question, Mom," Carrie replied. "If you don't, then I will!" Both laughed.

As Carrie left, Hank stopped her. "Carrie, does your mom have the phone number of where you're staying?"

Carrie turned and looked at her mother. 

"Go ahead. It's ok." 

Carrie kissed her mom. "Bye, Dad."

Amy looked at Hank. "What? Did I do something wrong?" he asked.

"We'll talk later. Now I have to get dressed if we're going to get there on time."

The dinner was great. They sat in the same spot. The waiter gave them a quizzical look but didn't ask any questions. At least they ordered something different. Believe it or not Amy was more nervous tonight than last night. It seemed Hank was just playing her along. When dessert came, Amy was ready to burst with anticipation.

Finally Hank spoke. "Amy, I love you. That's all there is to it. I've waited a long time to ask this question. It is a lot different situation than when I first pictured it. It's more complicated but it is the right thing. I can't say what I want and make it sound great so here goes. Amy, will you marry me?" He slid the open box with the ring towards her.

Her heart literally skipped a beat. She picked up the box with trembling hands. "It's beautiful," she said. She really didn't look at it last night.

"It was my grandmother's." Hank said. He looked at her as if he was waiting for more.

Amy looked at him. "Oh my God!" she thought. 

"Yes, baby, Yes!" she blurted out, louder than she wanted. The restaurant drew quiet. People stared at them. Amy turned four shades of red.

Hank cleared his throat. "I just asked her to marry me and you heard her answer."

After a slight pause, people began to applaud. The head waiter came over and informed them that their dinner was on the house. As they left, some people congratulated them.

Hank said as they drove away, "That was different. I don't think we'll forget this night."

Amy just snuggled closer to him.

Walking in the front door, Amy turned and kissed him. "Hank, I waited a long time to be able to say yes to that question. I want to make tonight special. I want you to wait down here, say for one hour. Then come upstairs. Please." With that she kissed him again and went up the stairs.

Hank walked out on the deck. He was a lucky man. He had the love of his life finally. He had a beautiful daughter who had been raised to be young lady. Yes, he was a lucky man. He checked his watch. Time was passing slowly. What was she up to? That woman sure knew how to make him wait and how to make him keep coming back for more. He was going to enjoy being married to her. Married to Amy! Wow, didn't seem possible. Hank checked his watch. The hour was up and he wasn't waiting any longer.

He climbed the stairs. He looked to his right and saw that the master bedroom door was slightly ajar. He pushed it open, his eyes adjusting to the candle light. Amy was lying on the bed in black silk gown. Her auburn hair falling about her bare shoulders. She was breathtaking. 

"Take off your clothes," she whispered. With one hand, she motioned for him to join her.

Hank leaned over and kissed her, pressing his lips to hers. She responded by easing her tongue between his lips. His hand ran over the smooth fabric of her gown. He stopped at her breast and squeezed. She moaned into his mouth. He pinched her erect nipple, rolling it between his fingers. She pressed herself into him. Hank moved the strap, baring her breasts. He began to suck, to nibble, to caress it.

"Oh baby," Amy moaned.

His hand traveled down until he reached her thigh. He gripped the fabric and lifted it slowly up her body. He rolled his hand around the top of her thigh and pushed his way between her legs. She willingly spread her legs. His hand found her very warm, very moist pussy. He extended one finger and began to slowly stroke her slit from top to bottom. Amy buried her mouth into his neck and lightly bit him, leaving her mark.

Hank continued to move down her body. As he reached her thighs, he pushed her gown up, completely exposing her pussy. He lowered his mouth, pushing his tongue between her smooth lips. How he loved how she tasted. She gasped and arched her back. "Oh God!" He eased his tongue out of her and started nibbling on her clit. He used his fingers to spread her lips wider. He continued to flick his tongue over her swollen clit. He felt her tremble and then her hips lifted off the bed.

"Oh baby...Oh Hank!" She grabbed the back of his head.

Hank pushed his tongue inside her, her orgasm washing over it. It covered his lips. He opened his mouth and tasted her second one. He moved back to her mouth as she relaxed. Hank kissed her gently. Her tongue licked his lips and tasted her cum. It pushed its way into his mouth, wanting more.

Amy was in heaven. She reached down and grabbed Hank's hard cock. She squeezed it, catching his pre-cum with her other hand. She smeared it on the tip. She broke their kiss.

"Make love to me baby. Please I want to feel you inside me." She pleaded.

He pressed the head of his cock into her pussy. He slid between her moist lips and easily entered her. Hank nibbled on her neck, raising goose bumps on her body. He could feel her warm breath on his neck. He began moving. Slowly at first, pulling almost completely out and then back in until their hips met. As Amy responded Hank increased his speed. Her arms wrapped around him and clutched him tightly. Her hips lifted off the bed as other orgasm swept over her.

"Oh God, Hank. I love you so much," she cried out.

Amy pushed him off her. Sitting up she pulled her gown over her head, exposing her body. Hank sighed at the vision. She moved down to his wet hard cock, tasting her juices on it. She wrapped her mouth around it, sucking him deep into her mouth. While her lips moved up and down his shaft, her hand caressed his balls. She increased her speed, sliding up and down his throbbing cock. Hank entwined his fingers in her soft auburn hair.

"Can't...hold...back," he moaned. "I'm cumming!"

She moved her mouth and his first stream of cum shot onto his stomach. She placed her mouth back on his cock as the next stream exploded. She pumped his cock, emptying it into her mouth. His cum was running out her mouth and down his shaft. She completely drained him. She released his cock and moved back up. She pressed her lips to his and kissed him hard. Her mouth opened and her tongue pushed into his mouth. She pushed his cum from her mouth into his and then swirled it around. He swallowed as they continued to kiss.

Hank reached down and found her hand feverishly stroking her clit. The speed of her hand increased as he held her hand tightly. Without warning, she exploded into a powerful orgasm that caused warm fluid to gush from her pussy. Hank pressed her hand hard into her slit. It took her breath away. As it slowly subsided, she collapsed on top of Hank.

"I love you baby. I have never felt so totally in love with anyone. I want to stay with you forever," she whispered.

He held her tight with her face buried in his neck. He could feel her tears on him. He pulled her closer. Hank closed his eyes. This was the woman he loved. Though it wasn't easy, he was grateful to what had brought them together. It was perfect.

As Hank drifted off to sleep, he felt Amy move. She leaned over him. She whispered into his ear, "I love you." She snuggled into his chest.



Love Lost, Then Found Ch. 23



Hank turned in the bed glancing at the clock; it was six-thirty in the morning. He gently rolled back and looked over his shoulder, Amy was still sound asleep. Ever so gently, he rolled over on his side so that he was facing her. She looked so angelic laying there, a soft, serene look on her face. His gaze moved down her luscious body, following every curve, every crevice of her amazing body. He moved cautiously, ever so close, that he could feel the warmth of her body next to his. Hank laid there for quite some time, just watching her sleep, until her eyelids fluttered once and then opened. 

A smile crossed her face, her hand came up to his cheek. 

"Good morning baby, what are you doing?" she asked in a whisper. 

"Watching you sleep. You're so beautiful," he replied.

Amy's eyes blinked for a moment as her hand pulled him close. Her lips moved to his as they shared a very soft, gentle kiss. Her hand moved down Hank's back, tracing his spine, up and down slowly. His hand slid down her body resting on her hip. Amy rolled him over so that her body was over his. Her hand moved down his stomach and found his stiffening cock. She wrapped her warm hand around it, stroking it to life. 

He slowly reached down between her legs and spread the lips of her pussy. He extended the index finger of his hand and began to stroke her clit. His finger worked its magic on her ever moistening slit. Hank looked up to see her eyes locked on his, a big smile on her face.

With some reassurance from her, Hank picked up the pace with his finger. As he quickened the pace over her clit, he could feel the juices begin to run from inside of her. Hank could feel his cock hardening, as Amy stroked it faster. He looked up at her and sensed that she was close to an orgasm.

"I am ready baby, God, I am so ready," she moaned. 

Rolling off of him, she lay on her stomach and lifted her ass slightly off the bed. Reaching underneath herself, Amy moved her right hand to her pussy. He could tell from her arm movements, she was rubbing herself.

"Get on baby, slide that cock in me," she urged. 

Hank moved behind her, positioning himself between her thighs. He reached down and lifted her hips slightly as she reached between her legs grabbing his cock. She guided him to her soaked opening. He gently pushed and buried his cock in her warm pussy. She lowered herself back down on the bed and continued to rub her clit. He began to move inside of her, slowly with very long methodical strokes. She began to move her body under him, enjoying the feeling of his hard cock inside of her. Hank increased the speed of his strokes as her finger sped up on her clit. Hank could feel that she was close to cumming from the movement of her body and the soft moans that were beginning to intensify. He reached down with both hands and grabbed her hips lifting them slightly and once again quickened his pace. 

She looked over her shoulder and whispered to him. "Baby, make me cum."

He needed no further urging. Hank's hands tightened their grip on her hips as he began to furiously pound his cock into her dripping wet pussy. After a dozen or so strokes, she arched her back, throwing her head back.

"Now baby,now," she moaned. 

Hank pulled her hips toward him and buried his cock deep inside her pussy. He felt the walls of her pussy contract, as wave after wave of pleasure shot through her body. Hank felt a sudden gush of liquid surround his cock and run down their legs. He kept his cock buried deep inside of her until the spasms began to subside. He began to move in and out of her again at a rapid pace. Her pussy was soaked and felt so good against his cock. Amy turned and looked at him with the look of pleasure on her face. 

"Cum inside me baby, fill me up," she said in a hoarse whisper.

He pushed his cock deep inside her. He unloaded streams of cum deep inside her. As his orgasm subsided, he again began to move inside of her, feeling the lubrication his cum had provided. He felt their juices leaking out. Amy began to move her hips back to meet the thrusts of his cock. Sensing that perhaps she had yet another orgasm building, Hank continued his movement inside of her. She began to moan softly once more. His cock had softened making it difficult to continue his movements. Knowing that she could cum again, Hank wanted to make sure she was satisfied. He pulled out of her, grabbed her hips and flipped her over on her back. Before she could even protest, he moved his mouth down between her legs. She looked down and began to protest softly. 

"Hank, please baby, you don't have to do that now after you....I'm....Oh my God, Yes, yes," she moaned.

Hank had pushed his tongue deep inside of her drenched pussy, tasting their juices. He slid his tongue out, rapidly flicking her clit up and down. He took one finger and pushed it deep inside of her, then back out quickly. He began to fuck her hard with his finger as his tongue rapidly danced across her swollen, cum covered clit. She reached up grabbing the headboard, lifting her hips slightly, pushing her pussy into his mouth.

"Oh fuck...fuck....fuck.... ", she cried out.

For the second time, her body was racked with pleasure she as convulsed under his mouth, shaking in pleasure. Her hips fell hard on the bed. She pushed against his forehead with both hands forcefully. 

"Oh my God Hank, baby, stop for a second....let me breath. ", she panted. 

Hank released her from his mouth. Laying his face on her lower stomach, he held her close. She began to run her fingers through his hair softly, trying to regain her breathe. 

"Baby, the thought of your tongue inside of me, tasting your own cum....God, I just lost it.", she admitted. 

He moved up next to her holding her close. Her head was on his chest. His hand was tracing up and down her spine. Her breathing had returned to normal, before she spoke once again.

"I love you so much baby. I have never felt like this in all of my life. I have never cum this hard before, ever. You make me feel so damn good," she whispered. 

"I love you too, Amy," I replied, "With all of my heart."

The two lovers lay next to each other quietly enjoying the moment. Hank broke the silence. "So now, what do we do?"

Amy reached down and took hold of his cock. It was limp and sticky. She began to squeeze it. "We could...if you're up to it." She smiled.

"Give me some time, babe."

"Oh now that I said I'll marry you, you'll need more time," she giggled.

Hank put his hands under her armpits and pulled her up. "Don't you ever think that," he said seriously. "I find you the most desirable, sexiest, hottest, most beautiful woman in the world and nothing will ever keep me from wanting you." He kissed her forehead.

What got them out of bed was hunger. They were both famished. They showered and got dressed. Over breakfast, they discussed what they needed to do. They needed to talk to Amy's parents and tell them everything. Carrie needed to be with them too. So Amy called them and said they were coming over. Her mom said to make it about 2 and they could have a nice lunch together.

When they got there the two girls went straight to the kitchen to help with the food. Hank wandered into the den where Joe was watching football. "Hey Hank, have a seat. You're just time for the game. Want a beer?"

Hank took a beer and sat down. "So who's playing?"

"Bears and Lions," Joe answered. "You like football?"

"It's ok. Played some in high school. Baseball is my game," Hank replied

"So you played. What position?"

Hank felt he was being tested. "Quarterback but it wasn't a big deal. We ran the ball 99% of the time. It was my job to understand the plays and hand off the ball. That's all." He laughed as he said it.

"That's alright. Quarterback, huh. I thought you be a wide out or a D back." At that moment the Bears fumbled the ball. "Damn it!" Joe exclaimed.

For the remaining time the two men discussed the game and sports in general. It was the first ever that the two had a talk like this. It was a little awkward at first but by the time they were called to eat, the conversation was easy and light.

The lunch was great as it always was when Hank ate at their house. Elsie was a fine cook and her pot roast was fall apart good. 

As coffee and dessert was being served, Elsie asked the big question. "So why the visit? What's so important?"

Amy looked at Hank and then said, "Mom, Dad, Hank has asked me to marry him and I said yes."

There was silence then Elsie got up and walked around the table. "I'm so happy for you!" she said. She gave Amy a big hug. Amy showed her the ring and the two of talked about it.

While this was going on Hank turned to Joe. "I guess I should have asked for your permission to marry your daughter. I want to let you know that I love her and will treat her right. I would like to make this clear. I'm going to marry her regardless."

Again the room got quiet as they awaited Joe's answer. He answered slowly as if he was choosing his words carefully. "I can see that my little girl...Yes Amy, you will always be my little girl, loves you too. I stood between her and her happiness before. I was wrong. I won't stand in her way again. All I asked is that you give her the love she deserves."

With that both Amy and her mom came around the table. With tears in their eyes, they gave him a hug. Amy then gave Hank a kiss.

"Well that's done. Hank, let's watch the rest of the game." He stood up to leave.

"No Dad, there is something else we need to tell you. Please sit down," Amy said firmly.

After Dad sat, Amy began. She took out a folded piece of paper. "About 2 weeks ago Roger came by the house." Amy's Dad sat upright in his chair at the mention of Roger's name. "These are the papers he dropped off."

She slid the papers across the table. "It seems he had some doubts if he was really Carrie's father. So when she was two years old, he had her tested. Those papers are the results. He just let me know."

Her parents opened up the papers. "I'll save you time," Amy continued. "They say Roger is not the father."

Dad continued to read as her mom put her hand to mouth. "Amy!" she said."Then who is?"

Carrie spoke up for the first time. "Grandpa, Grandma." She got up and walked over to Hank. She put her hand on his shoulder and put her hand on his. "I would like you to meet my real Dad!"

"Oh my god," Elsie said. "That 4th of July!" Joe just sat as if he didn't hear correctly. When he spoke all he said was "Damn." 

"Well, doesn't that beat all," Elsie laughed.

Shaking his head, Joe turned to each one at the table, "As I get older, it seems life gets more confusing to me. The only thing certain about life is you only get one and you never seem to have enough time with the ones you most love in life. I have been blessed by God to be loved by several women in my life, my wife, two daughters and my granddaughters. Never take loved ones for granted. I have done that. I've been an old fool too many times. It has taken me a few years to realize this. Hank, I'm sorry for what I did to you. Carrie, I hope you can forgive your Grandpa. Amy, there are no words I can say to get rid of the hurt I caused you. And Elsie I put greed and myself above my family and especially you. Can you forgive me?" 

By now there wasn't a dry eye in the room. Elsie, Amy, and Carrie hugged Joe. Hank stood off to the side until Elsie motioned to him to join them. When Hank joined them they became what Hank wanted; a family.

After everyone got resettled and ate dessert, it seemed a great weight had been lifted from all of them. Hank and Joe went back to the den while Amy, Carrie, and Elsie cleaned up. Mom asked the big question as Carrie left the room. "Didn't you know?"

Amy spoke quietly. "With all the stress and craziness, I knew I skipped my monthly visit from Aunt Flow but I didn't connect it. As time went on I thought about it. At first I wanted Carrie to be Roger's. What wife wouldn't? As the marriage went sour, I think I changed my mind. If Carrie was Hank's then I could still have him in some way. When I met Hank again, then I didn't know how to tell him. I hurt him pretty bad. I was afraid I'd lose him again. Do you understand?"

Elsie hugged her daughter. "Yes I do."

Carrie came back into the room. "Mom, Grandma, Can I stay the night?"

"Of course, but why?" asked Grandma.

"I don't know but I think I should." Again Carrie showed a sign of maturity that Amy hadn't seen. She was going up, fast.

As they said their good-byes, Joe took Hank's hand. As he shook it, he said,"Welcome to the family, son."



Love Lost, Then Found Ch. 24



Hank pulled out of the driveway and headed for home. Amy immediately moved over in the front seat, getting very close to him. She leaned over and rested her head on his shoulder. He put his arm around her holding her tight as he continued to drive. 

Amy held her hand out in front of her. She looked closely at it. "You know I never looked closely at the ring. You say it was your grandmother's."

"Yes. I was hoping you would like it. I didn't have much time to get it ready. Reset and resized," he said, apologizing.

"Like it? I love it. It's the most gorgeous ring I have ever seen," she smiled. "Hey, how much did you spend?

"You will never know," he told her, "But you are worth that and ten times more."

They arrived home about an hour later. Amy went in first. Hank followed and walked into the living room, Amy was standing there waiting. She pushed him up against the wall and pressed herself into him. She kissed him with urgency. He pulled her close, wrapping his arms around her. She reached down between their bodies. Her finger's finding his belt; she quickly undid it, opened his pants and pushed them to the floor. She pushed his shorts down and released his stiff cock. She reached down with both hands pulling her skirt up to her waist. She pulled her panties to the side, and climbing onto her tip toes, pressing her opening to the head of his cock. She was extremely wet, and Hank could feel the heat coming from inside of her. He bent his knees slightly and then pushed forward, sliding his cock completely inside of her in one motion. 

"Oh baby, that feels so good," she moaned. 

Hank grabbed her hips with both hands and began to thrust his cock in and out of her soaking wet pussy. In a few seconds, he was pounding Amy with everything he had. It took only a couple of minutes until she lost control.

"Oh baby, Oh," she groaned.

He felt her erupt in a violent orgasm that sent fluid gushing out of her pussy. Seconds later his cock, twitched, sending cum deep inside of her throbbing pussy. It lasted just a couple of seconds, but it was intense. They stayed there, against that wall, just holding each other tight.

After letting themselves catch their breath, they walked to the master bedroom. They began undressing. Hank walked in the bathroom and turned on the shower. He stepped into the hot shower to enjoy the powerful jets on his skin. A few seconds later, the door opened, and Amy stepped in. Every time he looked at her she seemed more beautiful. Hank reached over and pulled her body to his, her breasts pressing against him. He softly kissed her lips. They held each other, letting the hot water stream over them. He took the bar of soap and softly, gently began washing Amy's body from head to toe. She closed her eyes and enjoyed the soft, slick feeling of the soap, as his hands slid across her body. When he was done, she took the soap, and began to wash him. Her hands moved down his body, slowly until he felt both of her hands on his cock. It took only a few minutes until she had his cock hard as a rock. Hank closed my eyes and moaned softly as she stroked him up and down. 

"Let's get out baby. Go to bed," he whispered. 

"Ok,"she said quickly. 

They got out, dried each other off, and moved to the bed. Hank pulled the covers back and allowed Amy to slip in. He leaned down and kissed her, pressing his tongue to her lips. She opened her mouth just wide enough to allow his tongue to slip inside. He slid his hand down her body until it was between her warm, soft thighs. Slowly he rubbed one finger up and down the length of her slick, moist pussy. She moaned slightly into his mouth as they continued to kiss. He eased one finger into her pussy and pushed it in deeply. She continued small whimpering sounds as she enjoyed the feeling of his finger in her pussy. He moved gently between her legs and lowered his mouth to her pussy. Hank extended his tongue, pressing it firmly between her wet, puffy lips. She arched her back. 

He began moving his tongue in and out of her pussy, slowly, stopping every once in a while, to flick her clit with the end of his tongue. He could feel her fluids begin to flow. Hank moved up slightly and taking her clit between his lips, sucked on the hard nub softly, pulling it with his lips. She moaned louder, acknowledging the effect it was having on her. As Hank alternated between pushing his tongue deep inside her and sucking on her clit, he noticed that her fluid had become much thicker, slightly musky in taste. He knew from experience that she tasted slightly different tonight. He forced his tongue deep inside of her for several thrusts, then just as quickly licked her clit and sucked it deep between his lips. She bucked once and then her entire body stiffened as her orgasm shattered the quiet of the room.

"Oh baby, Oh, Oh, Oh...." she moaned. 

Her hips moved forcefully against his mouth as she rode the sensations to a crest, then back down again. Slowly her body relaxed. He moved back up and leaned over kissing her softly, gently, still feeling her breath's coming in gasps. Hank rolled over and gently pulled her on top. She lifted her body up, resting on her knees. Reaching between her legs, she rubbed her clit softly, gently, still feeling the sensations. She reached down and grasped his rock hard cock. He felt the head of his cock split the soft wet lips of her pussy. She closed her eyes, and slowly lowered her body and took his cock inch by inch, until her weight was resting completely on his hips. She sat up straight her eyes closed, moving ever so slightly on his cock. Hank reached down and placed his hands on Amy's hips. Soon she was rocking back and forth gently, rubbing her clit forcefully against his body. 

Seeing this beautiful, sexy woman riding his cock, her eyes closed, pure lust etched on her face was driving Hank to the edge quickly. He knew he would not last long. He urged her with his hands, trying to speed up her motion. She began to slide up and down on his cock, moving up slowly, then slamming her pussy back down, driving his cock, deep inside her belly. 

"Baby, baby, I'm gonna cum. Oh God," he cried. 

Amy slammed her pussy down hard, squeezing him between her thighs. Suddenly her back arched, her eyes closed, in reaction to the warm cum being deposited deep inside of her. Hank's cock was still spurting cum inside of her as her second orgasm rocked her body. She began to violently rock her pussy back and forth, mashing her clit into the base of his cock. Hank held her hips tightly looking up into her face, enjoying her pleasure. 

" Oh baby," she moaned.

He held her tight as she came down slowly off of her orgasm. She looked down at him, her face flushed, small beads of sweat on her forehead. She smiled at me, licking her lips slowly. 

"I love you so much baby." she purred. 

"I love you too, babe," Hank quickly replied. 

Amy lifted herself off of his now softening cock that was drenched in both of their fluids. She wrapped her fingers around his cock, stroking softly. She moved down, gently taking his cock deep inside her warm wet mouth. She softly sucked his cock as her tongue swirled over and under the head, tasting their cum. Her mouth felt incredible on his now soft, very sensitive cock. She held him inside of her mouth, gently licking and sucking until she had every last drop.

When she was done, she put her head on his chest. "I love you baby, with all of my heart. I will never leave you, ever." said her voice. 

He opened his eyes to see Amy looking down into his face, her eyes wide. 

"We can't keep doing this. You're killing me," Hank said smiling.

"Why not?" Amy asked. "I lost 15 years of time with you. That times 365 days is a lot of time to make up. I have never felt this alive, so excited, so content in my life."

"What am I doing to do with you?" Hank asked as he hugged her.

"You can love me. You can let me love you. You can be the best husband to me, the best father to our children."

"Wait a minute," Hank said raising his head. "Children?"

"Yes, Love. Children. You don't think all this love making didn't lead to something? Did you?"

Hank's head fell on the pillow. "Jesus, Mary, and Joseph!"



Love Lost, Then Found Ch. 25



The wedding was going to be a small affair and held at Joe's and Elsie's farm. Only the family and close friends were to be invited. Jesse and Carrie were Amy's attendants and Hank had Amy's brother, Jim, for his best man. The most important person to be there as far as Hank was concerned other than Amy, was his sister, Ginny, who came from California. 

Hank and Ginny were close and she was Hank's only family. Amy knew this and had asked Ginny to be in the wedding party. She accepted and Hank was pleased. Only two years younger, Ginny looked up to older brother as her protector. In reality as they grew older it seemed she took care of him. Hank changed after the break-up with Amy. He seemed colder; as if he put a shell around himself. When their dad died, then mom, he seemed to build a thicker one. He didn't want anyone to get too close. The only one he let in was his sister. Ginny knew his marriage to Susan was wrong from the start but was helpless to stop it. Hank wanted to love Susan but he couldn't let her in. Deep down inside he knew it and would pour out his feelings to his sister when they talked, either by email of phone. Ginny tried to be there for him but she had her own family.

Ginny was anxious to meet Amy. Hank had told his sister about her when he first met her in college. He even told her about the 4th of July and all the events that spun out of that day. He called her all excited about finding Amy again that day in DC. She told him to take it slow. What she didn't tell him was she was worried he would get burned again.

Hank picked Ginny up at the airport. She came alone as her husband couldn't get time off. He was a lawyer and had an important case that week. Tom wasn't like other lawyers. Hank actually liked him and he treated Ginny like a princess. And he was great father to their two children, one girl and one boy. Both were involved in sports so they stayed behind.

As they drove, Hank brought her up to speed. He told her about Carrie and how she was his daughter. He told her that Amy was pregnant with his baby. He also told Ginny that he was certain that Amy was the right woman for him and he loved her.

Hank dropped Ginny off at Amy's so the two could and get acquainted. Hank drove off to do some errands. The two had a light lunch on the deck. They cautiously felt each other out. At first they made small talk but Ginny brought up the big question. "So your daughter Carrie is Hank's?"

Amy explained the whole long story. 

"Didn't you know for 15 years?"

"I know what you're thinking. How can a woman be pregnant and not know it? That time was so stressful that I don't remember missing my period. What good would have it done? I was still going to have to marry Roger."

"Now, you're pregnant again?" Ginny probed for information. There was a tone of skepticism in her voice.

"Yes, I am," Amy explained. "For almost 10 years I was married and never became pregnant with my husband. I thought that Carrie was just one of those things. I thought I couldn't get pregnant again. Now I know that isn't true. Before you ask, no, I didn't do it on purpose to try to trap your brother. I love him with all my heart. I've hurt him enough." 

As Amy finished speaking, Carrie came home. "Carrie, there someone here I want you to meet."

As Carrie entered the room, Ginny gave a small gasp. It was like seeing herself in a mirror only younger. Carrie walked over. "Pleased to meet you. Dad has told me a lot about you."

Ginny stood up." The same here. Call me Aunt Ginny or just Ginny." 

By the end of lunch Amy and Carrie had won over Ginny. Hank's sister had found out what she wanted. Amy was what Hank needed. Too bad it wasn't done 15 years ago but it was going to be good for him. Ginny knew why Hank loved her.

Hank opened the door to the bedroom and tip toed in. Amy was standing with her back to him, clad only in her panties and looking out the window. Even from the back, she was beautiful. As he grew closer he could smell her perfume. He kissed her neck.

Amy screamed in surprise and spun around. "What are you doing here? You scared me to death!"

Hank pulled her close, crushing her breasts to his chest. "I love you," and kissed her.

She kissed him back then pushed him away. "Its bad luck to see the bride before the wedding especially dressed this way!"

"There is no way this is bad luck," Hank replied. He moved behind her and pulled her close. He rubbed his hands over her baby bump. She was just barely beginning to show. Amy leaned back, laying her head on his chest. Amy gave a contented sigh. Being in his arms she knew there was no way there could be bad luck.

At that moment Amy wanted Hank to make love to her. She didn't care about the wedding. Being with him made her feel alive and appreciated as a woman. She was finally making love with the man who cared how she felt. She never wanted this feeling to end. Hank kissed her. "I better be going or something might happen right here." He patted her ass and walked out.

The wedding went off without a hitch. Amy let Carrie wear a strapless dress for the first time. Hank wasn't wild about but when he saw her walking down the aisle he realized Amy was right. Carrie's dress was a light aqua with a yellow ribbon around the waist. She held a bouquet of yellow roses and carnations. Hank was proud to see their daughter looking so beautiful.

Ginny and Jesse followed. Ginny wore a light purple strapless dress. Her smile told Hank the whole story. Jesse's dress was light yellow and strapless also. It showed off her figure well especially her breasts. Dave, her husband, was here and her children also. Amy told Hank that this was the first time since her marriage to Roger that Dave had attended a family gathering.

Hank looked down the aisle and the sight took his breath away. Amy was standing there with her father. She was dress in a light champagne colored dress that was strapless like the others. She was radiant. Her hair shone and the sun reflected of the clips in it, adding a sparkle. Suddenly Hank felt his palms grow sweaty and his mouth grew dry. When her father handed Amy's hand to him, Hank took a deep breath and faced the minister.

After the ceremony the people mingled about. There were about fifty of them. Most were either relatives who Hank had never met or close friends of the family. There were even some faces Hank recognized as Joe's old political friends. The food was delicious; mostly finger food and Elsie had made the cake. The DJ played a mixed bag of music and an area had been set aside for dancing. Ginny and Jesse found common ground to talk about, their teenagers. Carrie was hanging out with her cousins so everyone seemed to be enjoying themselves. 

Hank and Amy finally got a few minutes alone off to the side. "I have waited a long time to say this," Hank said. "I love you, Mrs. Dixon!"

"And I have waited a long time to hear those words," replied Amy.

They kissed but not long enough as there was commotion out front.

"What is going on over there?" Hank asked as he walked with Amy towards it.

There was a big black car and two men in black suits standing around it. Amy's father and brother Jim seemed to talking loudly and waving their arms. It didn't look good.

Amy froze. "Oh my God! It's Roger!" she exclaimed. "What is he doing here?"

"Amy, stay here. I'll take care of this," Hank said as he headed off towards the noise. He pushed his way past Joe and Jim.

Extending his hand, Hank said, "Roger, nice to see you again!"

Roger looked at him surprised. Hank quickly kept talking. "I'm glad to see you could take time out of your busy schedule to stop by. What can I do for you?"

"Ah yes," Roger answered. "I was going to congratulate Amy... and you too." Hank could smell alcohol on his breath.

Hank turned to Joe, "Dad, calm down. I'll handle this." He turned to Jim, "Could you find Amy and tell her, Roger is here. We'll be near the barn.

He took Roger by the elbow. "Here, follow me. I'll take you to her." 

Hank and Roger walked towards the barn. Hank figured if he could get Roger away from the others this might go better. They entered the barn.

"So Dixon, you finally got her. Instant family too," Roger laughed.

"Yes I did. And Carrie too. By the way it's DR. Dixon."

"Ok then its Senator Perry if it is going that way! How did you take it when you found out that the little brat was yours? After all these years. How many? 15? Well, we have something in common. It seems like your little Amy held out on both of us."

"I'll remind you Senator you're talking about my wife." Hank could feel his composure slipping away.

"What is the matter? Your perfect Amy isn't so perfect? Remember she was my wife too. For 10 years!"

"Senator, you need to leave now. I don't want you ever to come back. I know what you did to Amy. She told me. You won't hurt her again. As a matter of fact if I see your face again..."

"You'll what, Dr. Dixon," Roger spat out the words. "I know people in this State. I can make things rough for you."

"I realize that but you won't," Hank smiled. "You want to be US Senator someday. You forget I know people in DC who can make your life there rough. So you'll go now." Hank clenched his fist at his side.

Roger stepped closer and raised his arm.

Stan Jones, aide to Senator Perry, had lost sight of the Senator. He caught a glimpse of him going into the barn with that other fellow. He moved from the car and headed that way. As he entered the barn, he stopped. There he saw the Senator on the ground. A man kneeling over him.

Hank stood up. "Quick, get someone. The Senator fell and hit his head."

Some of the guests were already gathering outside the barn. By the time Jones returned, Roger was sitting up. He had a mouse under his eye which was already swelling. He had a large bump on the back of his head.

Luckily there was a doctor at the wedding so one was there in a minute. Hank explained what happened to Jones. "We were talking over there by the horse. I don't think Roger knew the horse was in there. It spooked him. Roger stepped back, tripped over that bucket and fell. He hit his head when he fell." 

By now Roger was up. "I'm alright. Leave me alone," he said sharply.

He stalked off towards the car, flashing Hank an angry look. Jones thanked Hank and asked that he say nothing to the press, if any show up. Hank said, "Fine with me."

As Roger drove off, Amy got Hank away from the crowd, "Now tell me what happened. No lies. You have to tell the truth to your wife."

"Just like I said. The horse spooked Roger; he backed up, tripped over the bucket and fell. That's all."

Amy took Hank's hands, looked into his eyes and smiled. He felt himself starting to crack.

"Really?" she asked.

"You know I can't lie to you." He smiled.

"Ok," Amy said as she kissed him. "Perhaps you should get some ice to put on that hand."



Love Lost, Then Found Ch. 26



The flight to the island went smoothly. They hailed a cab and were whisked off to their beach front cabin. Hank called in some chips from friends he knew in DC. The cabin faced the ocean and fronted a white sand beach. The cabin was very secluded.

Amy stood at the door, looking out at the water as Hank brought the bags. "I think we packed too much," he thought as he put them down. As he looked up he could see Amy silhouetted in the door. It seemed to him he had waited a lifetime for this moment. She was his wife. He walked up behind her and put his hands on her hips. "Do you like it, Mrs. Dixon?"

She turned to face him. Tears were running down her cheeks. "Like it? It is perfect. It is like a dream come true." She kissed him. She took his hand and they walked to the bed.

They fell into bed locked in each other's arms. There was no urgency, no rush. They kissed over and over, breaking only long enough to look at each other. No words were used, none were needed. Hank's hand went down to the back of her thigh. He gently but slowly slid it up until his hand felt her panties. He rolled his hand around her thigh to the inside. His fingers pushed aside the soft fabric and found her very wet pussy. It seemed to feel even better than it did the first time so many years before. Hank extended one finger and began to rotate her clit softly, sliding it in her pussy, pulling out her juice and rubbing it on her clit. Her hand moved down and started to rub his cock through his pants. He could sense the need in her body growing by the way she was squirming beneath him. 

Hank sat up and looked down at her. Amy smiled and asked, "What?"

Hank replied, "My God, You are so beautiful. I don't think I could be any more in love with you than I am right now."

He lowered himself down her body. His hands slid her skirt up until it was around her hips. He gently pulled her panties off, and then tossed them aside. They were soaked with her juices. Slowly inch by inch, Hank's face moved to her pussy.

He looked at her pussy. Her lips were already puffy and it was moist with her juices. His tongue touched her gently. She arched her back in response pressing her pussy against his mouth. He slowly pushed his tongue deep into her pussy. He could tell from her reaction she was appreciative.

"Oh God," she cried, "Please don't stop."

Hank had no intentions of stopping. He reached up with one hand, took two fingers and spread her lips apart exposing her clit. He took the tip of his tongue and began quickly circling it. After a dozen or so times, he pushed down and sucked her entire clit into his mouth, gently sucking on it. Her pussy was sweet and her juices were thick but delicious. After a few circles around her ever growing clit, Hank extended his tongue and pushed it as deep into her pussy. Her hands wrapped around the back of his head and her fingers moved through his hair. He reached under her and lifted her ass off of the bed, pushing her pussy deeper into his mouth. 

"I'm gonna cum, baby. Now...now...now," Amy moaned.

Hank released her clit from his lips and slid his tongue rapidly across it. Suddenly, her juices began to flow from her pussy coating his mouth and face. He opened his mouth and began to drink. 

"I'm cumming." she squealed, "Oh my God, am I cumming!"

Finally, after what was the longest orgasm Amy had ever had, she relaxed her body just a bit. 

"Oh my God, babe," she asked unbelievably, "I have never cum like that before. That felt amazing." 

He lowered his mouth back on her and started licking up and down her lips, cleaning up all the juices. His tongue pushed between her ass cheeks, licking up all of her cum. He licked around her tight asshole, making her squirm. 

"Yes, baby, I love it. Please make me cum again," she begged.

Hank started in on her again. He wanted her to cum in his mouth again. This time, he wasn't slow. His tongue flew over her clit as his fingers spread her lips. Her hips were off the bed pressing into his face. With no warning, again he sucked her clit between his lips. For the second time, Amy exploded in ecstasy.

"Fuck, I am cumming again!" Amy screamed.

Again her juices flowed against his lips. Not as much as the first time, but from her reaction, the feelings were just as intense. He continued to suck gently her clit until her body fell back to the bed. 

"Oh my fucking God. That was incredible, baby. Is this what being married to you will be like? "

Hank moved up her body and pressed his lips to hers. She instantly put her tongue in his mouth and began to taste her cum. She kissed him for a long time, and then rolled him over. 

"Now, I want you inside me." she whispered softly."Let's get out of these clothes."

Amy pulled down his shorts and released his rock hard, swollen cock. She wrapped her hand around and started to stroke. Slowly at first, then increasing in speed. She moved her face down to her hand. As she lowered her hand to the base of Hank's cock, she wrapped her lips around the head. He felt a shiver run down his spine and shuddered noticeably.

"It's ok. Let it go baby," she said softly.

Every nerve in Hank's body was on fire. His heart was racing and his stomach felt like it was in a dropping elevator. Her lips tightened around his cock as she began a sucking motion. Her hand began to move up and down on his cock in rhythm to her mouth. Hank knew he wasn't going to last too long at this rate. He raised his head to look down at her. Her long hair had spilled all over his body. He couldn't see her face. Amy's left hand had moved down her body and she was frantically stroking her clit. Her hips were bucking against her fingers. 

"Let me fuck you, baby. Let me inside you now," Hank begged.

"No, not yet." she replied, "Soon. We have time."

She once again took him deep into her warm mouth and began sucking. Hank's orgasm was close, very close. 

"Amy, I am not gonna last much longer," he moaned.

Then with no warning, she placed her tongue on the most sensitive area on his cock, right below the head. She began to roll her tongue in circles rapidly all the while maintaining that wonderful suction on it. He couldn't hold off any longer. He warned her.

" Oh, God, I am gonna cum baby, now," Hank groaned.

She gently shook her head, like a no...then just a moan came from her throat. Without warning it came, wave after wave of sensation, followed by the first spurt of hot cum. She sucked deeply again and was ready for the second. Again another wave erupted. She raised her head off his cock and began pumping him with her hand. Stream after stream of cum flew into the air. Hank looked down and she was staring at his cock as she jerked him off. Cum was running out of her mouth landing on his belly. Her hips were bucking wildly against her fingers which were still buried deep in her pussy. She looked up at him and her eyes rolled back.

"Jesus, oh fuck, fuck," she screamed out. "God dammit, this feels so good."

For the third time Amy's body convulsed as she rode wave after wave of pleasure. This orgasm was not as powerful as the first two but seemed to be longer. She moved her mouth over him and began sucking his cock again. Her tongue rolled around it, as her hand pumped what was left of the cum into her mouth. He felt his cock begin to soften, but Amy refused to release him from her sweet lips. Her mouth continued on, softly, in an almost delicate manner. Her hand reached up to Hank and their fingers entwined. Her hand was covered in both of their orgasms. He squeezed it tightly. She looked up at him and smiled. 

Hank pulled her up to him. "Baby I think I died and went to heaven."

"Me too," Amy replied. She moved her cum covered hand to his cock and began to stroke it. Surprisingly it began to respond. "Do you think you're up to another round?"

Hank rolled Amy on to her back. He moved to her breasts and began to suck on her nipple. With his other hand he pinched and squeezed the other.

"That feels good," Amy moaned. Her stroking was having an effect. Gripping his now hard cock, she rubbed against her pussy. "Put it in me. I need you in me," she pleaded.

She didn't need to ask twice. Hank pushed and entered her easily and deeply. Amy gave a shudder as the feeling came over her. "Slowly, I want this to last forever," she moaned.

Hank moved slowly, in and out, in and out. Amy began to cum in a series of small orgasms. Each one gained in intensity. She felt like she would never stop. Never in her life had she experienced such excitement. She was totally letting herself go. All that matter was the love that the two were making.

Over and over waves of orgasms came over her. Finally Amy cried out, "Oh God, Oh God, it feels good! Oh God, fuck me!" She clamped her legs around Hank's ass and clawed his back. Her pussy tighten around his cock, milking an orgasm from him. He came deep inside her.

How long they lay together, Hank didn't know but it was dusk outside. Amy was curled up beside him, breathing softly. He kissed her lightly on the forehead. "I love you, Amy Dixon," he whispered.

Hank was right about bringing too much clothes. Oh, they needed clothes when they went into town to eat, buy food and visit the shops but back at the cabin, not so much. Hank wore just shorts or a bathing suit. Amy started out with her bikini usually with a sarong wrap around her lower half. By day 3 she had discarded the top and just wore the wrap. They made love as much as possible. Amy told Hank she wanted all she could get now because as she grew they wouldn't be able too.

Lying in bed after making love, Amy propped herself on her elbow. "Hank, I want to go to a nude beach. I've never been to one and I want to go."

"You sure?" Hank asked.

"Yes. It might be my only chance. So let's go!"

They gathered the stuff, a blanket, a cooler, and some oil. Amy had suggested that they go to a tanning salon before they went on their honeymoon. Hank went along but he didn't think it would matter. Well today it would.

The nude beach area wasn't that far away and they got there after a short walk. They put down their blanket and settled in. Amy lay on stomach and asked Hank to rub oil on her.

The sun felt great on her nude body and Hank's hands sent tingles through her. "This feels nice," Amy sighed. Even though there people on the beach, she felt herself becoming turned on. When Hank began to rub her inner thighs, she spread her legs to make it easier. Hank's hand brushed against her pussy.

"You're sopping wet," Hank whispered.

"Yes, I'm so embarrassed to admit it," she whispered back.

Hank laid down next to her, propping himself up, his semi-erect cock on his thigh. Amy glanced over and laughed. "Look at you!"

"I know. That's why I stopped rubbing you." he replied.

This was all new to a Mid-west girl. Besides the fact she was nude in public, there was numerous others of various shapes and sizes also nude nearby. The two of them checked out the people and made comments about them.

Suddenly a black man knelt in front of them. "Watches, jewelry for the pretty lady." He had watches and bracelets on his arms. Otherwise he was totally nude. As Amy raised her head, she was almost face to face with the largest cock either of them had ever seen. As he talked, it bobbed up and down.

"Amy, what do you think? Want anything?" Hank asked her. 

She couldn't reply. Her mind was too confused. She couldn't take her eyes off the monster in front of her.

Hank spoke up. "No that's Ok" With that the man got up and left.

"Oh my God," Amy said turning to Hank. "Did you ever see anything like that? It was huge!"

Hank had to admit he hadn't.

The two of them had some cold drinks and watched. Amy had moved and she was now sitting, Indian style, next to Hank, gently stroking his leg. A very attractive lady stopped by.

"Do you mind if I sit here? I don't like to sit by myself," she asked.

Amy said she didn't mind so she opened her chair and sat down facing them. She was a little older than the two of them, tan all over, and in great shape. Her breasts were large but firm and her stomach was tight. When she sat down she spread her legs a little showing her trimmed pussy. She immediately struck up a conversation with Amy as Hank listened. As she talked she rubbed oil on her body.

Her movements were very sensual. She didn't just put on the oil, she massaged herself. The more she talked and massaged, the more she seemed to affect Amy and Hank. Amy's nipples began to become erect and pussy grew damp. She stroked Hank's leg higher and higher. When Hank began to rub her back, she sighed.

For Hank it was more obvious. His cock began to grow erect. He tried to think of other things. It didn't work. When the unknown woman spread her legs to rub her thighs, they could see her swollen, wet lips.

Amy stroked higher. Sometimes she brushed his balls. Her breathing became shallower. Hank's cock began to leak pre-cum. It was like this woman had some kind of spell on them.

The woman stood up. "Well," she said."I must be going. It's been nice talking to you." and she left, leaving Amy and Hank confused.

"What just happened?" Hank asked. 

"I don't know," Amy said, standing up. "But I know what is going to happen, Come on!"

They made it back to the cabin record time. Dropping everything at the door, they rushed to the bed. Amy pushed Hank on the bed and straddled him. "If you're as turned on as I am." With that she grabbed his hard cock and lowered herself on to it. "Oh yeah, baby!"

After a few strokes, she eased off of him. "Where are you going?"

Amy grabbed the bottle of oil and poured on her hands. She spread it on his cock. "My pussy is a little tender from all the workouts. I have another place that needs filling." She rubbed the head of his cock on her asshole. Slowly she slid down it until he was completely in.

She had never had anal sex until that night in DC but it felt good, different. She always felt completely filled and a bit naughty. This time Hank felt much larger than he had before. He was as turned on as she was.

Amy began moving up and down, slowly at first. She leaned back and began to rub her clit. Hank reached forward and slid two fingers inside her pussy. He moved them until he found the spot. 

"Hank, Hank, Oh baby," she moaned. Amy knew this was going to be special, be big, and be different.

When Amy came, the room turned red. She threw her head back and opened her mouth but no sound was made. Her pussy flooded the bed with her juices. She seemed to lose control of her body as her orgasm swept over her.

Hank too seemed to lose his body's control as he came. He grabbed her hips and slammed them up and down on his cock. The tightness of her asshole squeezed his cock. He yelled out as he came, filling her ass with his cum. So much, it ran out of her ass and mingled with her cum.

Amy collapsed on his chest. Hank had just enough strength to hold her. 

"If this was what being married to Amy was going to be like, then he was a bigger fool than he thought he was 15 years ago," Hank thought.



Love Lost, Then Found Ch. 27



Hank could not believe how boring a History conference in Washington, DC could be. History was his life's passion but it no longer was. Sure he was excited to be part of an elite panel that was discussing the American Civil War and its effects both here and abroad. The fact that it was going to be televised was something he liked. At least it couldn't hurt the sales of his latest book. He was going to be interviewed on NPR tomorrow then going home.

He missed home and his family. He never thought he'd be saying that but he did. All a long he had been wanting a place to call home and now he had it. He had a beautiful wife, a great daughter and a baby on the way. To him, he had it all.

Amy's pregnancy was progressing well. She was near the end of her sixth month and so far everything was going well. Their sex life had really slowed down especially compared to the earlier months and her moods had gone through some changes. She was up one day then down another. One day she wanted his touch and the next she pushed him away. Sometimes she couldn't sleep and he find her seated, wrapped in a blanket in the bedroom chair, just looking out the window. Hank tried his best to be there for her but he couldn't miss this conference. Amy encouraged him to go, saying it would be good for him. She was right as he touched base with some of his old contacts. He especially liked to tell people about Amy and Carrie.

Carrie was acting like the freshman she was. Most of the time she was great and very helpful but she had discovered boys and wanted to date. Amy was dead set against it and it led to some tense moments. She didn't date as a freshman so Carrie shouldn't. Carrie tried to recruit Aunt Jessie but that never helped. Hank was ok with it but with strict rules. He tried to see both sides but that usually got him in trouble. That was the great part about being a new dad to a teenager. It was a big learning curve and he was finding that out every day.

"Dr. Dixon." The voice startled him. "You're up." Hank walked to the podium and started his talk. It went well. He held his own in the panel discussion and Q and A that followed. 

Hank was tired and he headed out of the conference room planning on going up to his hotel room. He wanted to call home to see how things were going. And just to hear Amy's voice. Leaving the room he heard a female voice call to him. "Hank, Hank Dixon."

He turned around and there standing not five feet away was Susan, his ex.

Susan was dressed in a gray suit with red blouse. Her black hair was pulled back in a bun. Her eyes sparkled and she gave a big smile. She walked towards him. Hank extended his hand. She took it, pulled him close and kissed his cheek. "It's been a long time."

"Yes, it has. You are looking good, "replied Hank.

"Thanks. You're looking well too. I guess married life agrees with you. I heard you speak. Great as usual," she said. "Where are you staying?"

"Right here," Hank said.

"Great! Me too." Susan answered. "Would you like to get a drink?"

Hank agreed and they headed towards the hotel bar. They sat down. Susan swung herself around so her knees touched Hank's. They talked about old times and people they knew. Susan told Hank she was working as a lobbyist and the job was going well. A number of times as she spoke she placed her hand on Hank's thigh. They decided to have dinner together. When their table was called Susan slid around in her stool seat. This spread her legs allowing Hank see her inner thigh. Hank noticed the top of her black stocking and her creamy thigh.

At dinner, she sat next to him, not across from him. Their knees constantly touched. Hank tried not to notice but he couldn't. Hank turned the conversation to Amy and Carrie but she always brought it back to the two of them. As they talked, she undid her hair, allowing it to fall free. She shook her head and ran her fingers through it. "There, that feels much better."

She smiled and by the look on Hank's face, it had the desired effect on him.

"You know, we could have made a pretty good team, you and me," Susan said. "Maybe I should have fought for you."

"How's that?" Hank replied. He was taken aback by her forwardness.

"Oh come on. We have a lot in common. We both love power. We both worked hard to get where we are. We made a good team, your brains, my drive. Admit it, the sex was pretty good." Susan smiled.

"True," Hank answered. "Thinking back, we did have some pretty good times."

"So?" She asked.

"So what?"

"Why didn't it work out between us?" Susan put her hand on his thigh. "It could have, you know."

He had to admit she was right but how could he tell her there wasn't that spark, that comfort zone, that feeling that Amy gave him. 

"A different time, a different place. Maybe." It was a pretty weak answer.

By dinner's end, Hank knew where this was going. Susan was gorgeous and she was right here. She had reminded him of all the good times they had together. And despite how it ended, there were some great times. He wouldn't be a man if he didn't notice. Some of the things she mentioned stirred up old feelings. He had to adjust himself more than once. A movement Susan didn't miss. They got up and headed towards the elevator. On the way she reached over and took his hand. They both knew what was next.

The elevator doors opened. Hank had made his decision. It was now or never. He took a deep breath. "Susan, thank you for a wonderful evening but I can't get on with you. You are a beautiful woman, very tempting and I know what I'm missing. As lame as this sounds, I love my wife and that won't ever change. I have a wife and family. I'll not throw that away."

Susan looked at him with a cute little pout. She wasn't use to hearing no. "That's ok. I understand. But are you sure? The offer still stands if you change your mind. Think it over. Here's my room number." She wrote the number on the back of her business card and slipped into his shirt pocket. She kissed him lightly on the lips and stepped into the elevator.

Hank went up to room and called Amy. Even though he didn't do anything, he felt dirty. He was tempted and he felt he let Amy down. It was late and he knew she be asleep. He left a message. All it said was "I love you, babe." He then took a long shower.

Amy had a rough week. Teaching was becoming more difficult. Standing all day was becoming a real challenge and just getting around was a chore. She had given her notice that she was going on leave in four weeks and it couldn't come fast enough. She missed Hank so much but when Hank came home from DC, she should have been happy to see him. Instead she let loose with all her complaints. He took it well but she knew he was not happy.

She took Friday off and invited her sister Jesse over. Jesse came for lunch that afternoon. Jesse's life had improved since her talk with Amy this summer. With the help of a little white bikini, Dave had noticed what he had in a wife and things were good. 

"So Amy," Jesse asked, "why the invite on a Friday? Special announcement?"

Amy slid a business card across the table. "I found this in Hank's shirt when he came back from DC."

Jesse looked at it and turned it over. "So?"

"Jesse, Susan was Hank's ex-wife. I've met her. She's beautiful and gets what she wants. She went as far as to almost tell me she still loved him when I met her in Washington. Now here is her card and her room number on the back. What am I to think?"

"Are you crazy? What are you to think? Listen to yourself." Jesse asked.

"I don't know. My emotions are so confused. I've been awful to Hank lately. Now I find a hotel room number with name of his ex-wife on it. Why would he have it?"

Jesse took Amy's hands. "It's a business card. Probably just wanting some political contacts. I don't know. Look, calm down. Hank is a one woman man. Also he is an open book when it comes to you. He can't hide anything from you. He's also a man. He might look but he wouldn't do anything. You know, read the menu but eat at home. I'll take Carrie tonight. Fix him a nice dinner and the two of you take some time together."

After Jesse left, Amy had time to think. Why shouldn't she trust Hank? He's been everything she ever wanted and more. He is always there for her and Carrie too. But lately he has been quiet around her. Why shouldn't he be? Her moods were changing every day. Even she didn't know how she was going to be. He was gone a few days and instead of welcoming home, she bitched at him. She felt undesirable and she couldn't understand why Hank would want her. Susan on the other hand...

Amy was letting her mind go places she shouldn't. Hank loved her. She knew it. 

Hank came home and found the dining room table set for two with candle light.

"What's the occasion?" Hank kissed Amy on the cheek. "How's the baby?"

"Fine. I made your favorite. Carrie is at Jesse's so we are alone."

"Great. I'll clean up."

Supper was great. Everything was going well until dessert. Hank had noticed that Amy seemed to be in a good mood and he was happy for her. Suddenly she said, "So how do you explain this?" and she slid the business card across to Hank.

Hank looked at it and quickly tried to explain, "Babe, it's nothing. She was at the conference. We had a couple of drinks. That's all."

"Nothing!" She stood up, slammed her napkin down and stormed out of the room.

Hank sat there in disbelief. One minute things were great, then bang. After a few minutes, he got up. He cleared the table, rinsed the dishes and filled the dishwasher. He went up to the bedroom. Amy was lying on the bed softly crying. Hank continued through the room to the bathroom. He turned on the water to the Jacuzzi and returned to the bedroom. "Amy, I started the water. Go get undressed and go soak in the tub. It's ok. We'll talk later."

Hank left the room and waited. He heard Amy walk to the bathroom. He thought about what he was going to say but he knew it wasn't about him but in a way it was. After a half hour, he went upstairs. He got undressed leaving only his boxers on. He didn't know why he did and he certainly had no plans. He knocked on the door. "Amy, can I come in?"

"Yes, if you still want to."

Hank came in and knelt down beside the tub. "Amy, I love you. I'm not going to do anything stupid to wreck it. Yes, I had a few drinks with her and we talked about old times but I have waited a long time for this. Believe me." He started to rub her back.

Amy looked at him and said, "I know and I'm sorry. It seems that I'm making a big deal about everything. I can't help it. Look at me. Compare to her...Oh Hank, I love you so much. I don't know what I do without you."

Amy kissed him. Hank stood up. "Look, relax in the tub. I'll clean up."

Amy hugged him around the waist, putting her hands on his butt. Hank's cock started to stir. Amy noticed. She took his boxer down and cock sprung free.

"Babe, you don't have to," he whispered.

Instead of answering, Amy placed her lips on his erection and began to suck. She kneaded his ass as she took more of him into her mouth.

"Oh baby, it feels so good," Hank groaned.

She had his entire cock in her mouth. Her nose pressed to his belly. Amy sucked as hard as she could, up and down. God, she needed this. She had to do this. The jets pulsed against her pussy sending tingles through her body. This wasn't about her. It was about her husband, her lover.

It had been a long time since Hank had come. His hips began to buck. Amy was sucking and twirling her tongue across his cock's head.

"I'm going to cum, babe, Oh fuck!"

Hank began to cum and Amy didn't miss a beat. She continued to suck until he was completely empty. She swallowed it all even though he came in a large amount.

As he recovered, Hank said, "You didn't have to do that."

Amy sat back in the tub. "Yes I did. I doubted you and I shouldn't have. I know you love me and wouldn't hurt me. Yes I needed to do that. For me and you."

"Look, I have to finish up the dishes. Stay in here till you are ready. Call me when you need me. Then we'll go to bed."

That's exactly what they did. No sex. Just two lovers who held and caressed each other, knowing that was all they needed tonight.



Love Lost, Then Found Ch. 28



Amy could hear the rain falling gently against the window glass. "April showers bring May flowers," she thought. As she moved under the covers she could feel Hank's naked body against her skin. It felt good and it made her feel safe. She didn't feel good about herself lately. Her breasts were huge and ached. Her belly was distended. Her bladder couldn't hold a teaspoon of liquid. She wished this baby would come soon. Yet despite how she felt and looked she knew she was loved.

The other day she was feeling particularly ugly. She was standing naked in front of the mirror. "Look at me. I look like a hippo out of water," she said to Hank.

He walked around her, looking her over. "Yes you do but I've always loved hippos." He then hugged and kissed her.

It was stupid but it made her laugh. And feel a little better.

This whole time Hank has been amazing. When she needed time alone, he gave it to her. When she needed his company, he was there. When she needed his caresses, he gave them. He said the right words and did the right things at the right time. Like he did last night.

Their sex life remained active during the first six months but as her stomach grew and her body changed, it became less and less. She tried to help with the occasional blow job but lately it was just her hand. Amy did let Hank take her up the ass but that became uncomfortable. She wanted Hank in her and to fill her up. Last night they did exactly that.

It didn't start that way. All she wanted was to be held. Hank insisted that he would hold her only if she was naked. At first she refused but then realized what he was asking. He was telling her he wanted her just the way she was. So she agreed.

Amy was so big that the only way they could hug was with her on her side, Hank behind her. He held her tightly but gently. He began to kiss her neck then nibble on her ear. It sent familiar tingles through her body. His hands began to roam, lightly touching her skin. Amy could feel his cock grow between the crack of her ass. She began to move her hips. He slid his hands along the sides of her breasts. They felt heavy. She wanted him to touch her nipples but he wouldn't, fearing the result.

Hank's hand found her pussy. Even though she was pregnant, she kept it smooth and hairless. Amy loved the feel, even now. His finger found her clit and began to circle it. She moaned. He rubbed faster, harder. 

"Oh Hank, I need you inside me please!" she pleaded.

Hank lifted her leg and positioned his cock at her opening. She was warm and wet. He entered her slowly. He didn't want hurt her.

"More, baby, deeper," Amy moaned.

He moved in inch by inch until he was fully in. It had been a couple of months since they made love. To Amy Hank felt huge and he filled her pussy.

He slid in and out, in and out gently, slowly while continuing to rub her clit. Amy could feel the pressure building. It was going to be different but it was going to be good. "Oh baby, yes don't stop" she groaned.

When she came, it was strong but she was able to ride it. "Oh, baby, it feels so good," It lasted a long time and Hank slowed his strokes to allow her to enjoy it. As she sighed, Amy realized he hadn't come. "What about you? You didn't come."

"No I didn't but I didn't need too. You did and that's all that mattered," Hank whispered in her ear.

They fell asleep with Hank pressed up against her back.

Amy got up and put a robe. One that covered her not one of her favorite silk ones. Most of her clothes were loose fitting anyway. Today under her robe she was wearing an oversize Chicago Black Hawk shirt. It was silly but it was her favorite team. Before she left the bedroom, she looked at Hank. He was sound asleep and quietly snoring. She smiled. 

Beth went downstairs to the kitchen. Carrie was already up.

"Morning, Mom, You look bright and chirper this morning," Carrie said.

"I feel that way," Amy replied. 

Carrie handed her a cup of hot chocolate. "Great! Has the baby moved?"

"Felt like it was dancing this morning," Amy replied. "You're up early. There isn't a practice scheduled, is there?"

"Remember I'm going over to Julie's house to study? I'll be back by supper." 

"Even in the rain?" Amy asked.

"Yes, Mom." She kissed her and went out the door. Since Carrie found out that Hank was her father she seemed happier, less moody. She made the freshman basketball team. Even though she didn't start, she was having a good time. More important Hank had made it a point to see as many games as possible. Now with softball season starting, Carrie would be even busier. Her grades are outstanding. It seems having a full time dad was good for her. When told she was going to have a sister she thought it was great. Carrie even told her mom that it proved how much Hank and she loved each other. 

When Amy needed a little time, Carrie and Hank had gone out together. He even went clothes shopping with her. When they came back, Carrie told Amy that she would never do that again. They had a good laugh over it.

Amy sat down at the kitchen table. Even that simple act was difficult. As she sipped her chocolate, she looked over the newspaper. A headline caught her eye. It read: State Senator under Investigation. Amy always had an interest in politics since she was young. Growing up in her household, it was hard not to. She read on. 

"State Senator Roger Perry is currently under investigation for alleged sexual misconduct with one of his staff interns. Perry, a potential candidate for the US Senate, was unavailable for comment but sources say that Perry and the twenty-one year old intern have been seen together on numerous occasions. Perry who is married has been an elected State official for 15 years." 

Amy put down the paper and shook her head. "He'll come out of this all right. He always does." 

Hank appeared around the corner, "Hey, Babe!" He ran his hand down Amy's belly, planting a kiss on top. "I saw Carrie leave. Where is she going?"

"Julie's"

"So we're alone?" Hank kissed her and slid his hand down to her ass.

She pushed him away. "Don't touch me. My hormones are going nuts these past few days. All I'm thinking about is sex!"

Hank laughed. "Join the club!" He headed to the frig for a cold glass of juice. "So what did the doctor say?"

"Three, maybe four days. She said I should come in on Wednesday. She wants me to fast the night before."

"Nervous?"

"I was but now I just can't wait to get it over with. Also they're going to tie my tubes," Amy answered.

"You sure?" Hank asked.

"Yes. Hey, every time we make love I end up pregnant. You must have super sperm or something. I'm too old for another. And I'm not going to stop making love to you."

Hank hugged her. Amy snuggled in close. Suddenly she tensed up.

"Hank?"

Yeah babe?"

"Tell me you just spilled your glass of juice!"

Amy Beth Dixon was born at 6:47PM on Saturday afternoon. Amy looked across the hospital room. There she saw her husband, her love, holding their new daughter. Helping him with the baby was her other daughter. It was her family. She closed her eyes and smiled.