MICHELE'S NEW LIFE - CHAPTER 52D free porn video

CHAPTER 52D: HOLIDAYS ON THE ISLAND: ENJOYING PARADISE

The morning was momentarily disconcerting. The light was wrong, the air coming through the open window was wrong, the birds singing outside were wrong, and the room was definitely wrong. But, that was what brought everything else into proper perspective. Tim and Marie were still sleeping. I got out of bed as carefully as I could and walked to the balcony door. It wasn’t an open window like at home but the balcony door that was open. I stood on the balcony, stretched out my arms, and looked out over the yard and the jungle beyond and further toward the expanse of the ocean. Hmmm, Christmas morning in paradise.

Mr. R … no, Carlos … this might take some getting used to … had an interesting gifting tradition that we just might take back home with us. No gifting. Least wise, no material gifts. Instead, he encouraged personal commitments and dedications to provide and give something very personal to each other. Anthony and Marie had American Express Corporate cards. All expenses were paid by the Corporation at his office here on the island. And, they were never, emphasize never, challenged. If Marie needed anything, bike, outfit, something for the house, she just got it. If Anthony needed the same, or a weapon, a combat knife, or carbon material weapon that would get through any security system at any airport, he just got it. And, he did. So, the personal commitments were far more meaningful and genuine. I liked the idea of that. Too much money is spent for gifts that might otherwise not be purchased. Although we certainly didn’t have the money available for our living, we were very comfortable. Relative to the general population of the USA, we were comfortable. And, we were comfortable, even considering we were four adults in the household.

I re-entered the bedroom, made my way to the bathroom, and before leaving, brushed my teeth. I quietly exited the room and made my way past Carlos’ room, where Mom had spent the night, wondering if I was the first one up this morning. It seemed strange to descend the grand stairway naked, completely naked, and barefoot. This wasn’t our house, but we had established last night that we wanted to continue our lifestyle here. I hoped everyone understood it wasn’t just an occasional nudity situation. It was constant. If there was any confusion before, it would be quickly clarified this morning.

I made my way to the kitchen. I honestly couldn’t remember the coffee maker but I was confident that I could figure it out. Sadly, coffee in the morning was not optional if I was to be alert and functioning. The door was closed, but pushing it in, I discovered that I was not the first person up this morning. Like almost all other mornings, Mom beat me to the kitchen. Her back was turned to me and she was concentrating on what she was doing. I spotted the coffee maker and it was nearly full of rich dark coffee. I could have smiled at that alone, but seeing Mom working at the counter was also a reason. She was equally naked, including barefoot. And, being barefoot myself, and her concentration, I was able to walk up to her and take her into my arms from behind, one hand on a breast and the other on her waist as I kissed her neck.

“Good morning, daughter. Did you sleep well? There’s coffee ready, too.”

I kissed her shoulder, “How were you sure it was me?”

“Really? After all this time of feeling you pressed into my back, both of us naked, I wouldn’t know the feeling of your breasts and nipples against my back, your hands on me, or the touch of your lips on my skin?”


I hugged her tighter, “I slept wonderfully. How about you? Did you let Carlos get any sleep?” I moved to the coffee and looked to be sure she already had a mug herself.

“Very funny. I slept like I was dead.” She turned to me, “In fact, I think I fell asleep on him. He was holding me, it was so nice and comfortable … and … he had just given me my second orgasm … and I think I just slipped into sleep.”

“Two orgasms! Wow, no wonder you went out.”

“I kind of remember hearing his voice but I was not really hearing it. Honey, if you could help me here for a minute, it will be done, and we can take our coffee to the patio. I’ll just need a timer to keep track of the time.” She was busy making some rolls. The oven was preheated and ready. She held the tray as I coated the tops with a glaze she had prepared.

Soon we were on the patio with a timer between us to warn when the rolls would be ready. I was looking out over the expanse of lawn and the jungle trees beyond. I saw the gate in the fence and remembered the access to the cove below. I needed to ask about that. Even though there was a pool right here, the ocean means sand, waves, breezes, and shells.

“Michele, maybe we should let the dogs out.”

“Not like this. We’d never make it back before the timer went off. When the other two get down here and have some coffee, then we can all go let them out and give them what they all need. It’s been a while since even ours have been attended to; imagine how Carlos’ dogs will react.”

When we returned to the kitchen, we found Marie and Helen had coffee cups on the counter and were gazing through the glass of the oven door. I nudged Mom as we entered, two beautiful, young, firm, and naked asses pointed directly at us. Just then, from behind us, “I see you ladies weren’t k**ding about being naked.” I turned to find Carlos standing behind us. He came up behind Mom and took her into his arms, cupping a breast in the process, “How did you sneak out of bed without waking me? I hope holding you like this is okay.”

“Good morning, Carlos. First, you were dead to the world. I think I could have crawled over you and not wakened you. Second”, she pressed his hand into her breast, “holding me like this is so much more than ‘okay’. Available is available, good sir. And none of us is feeling the least bit that it will be a burden to be so.” She turned completely in his arms and kissed him firmly on the lips, pressing her naked body into his, clad only in boxers.

We finished preparing the rolls, put them onto serving dishes, and along with other dishes, forks and coffee, and returned to the patio table outside. A half an hour later, Carlos went inside for something and we left the patio for the kennel.

I think we were all more than a little anxious to be with the dogs, again. For Marie it hadn’t been since she left us and she was anxious to initiate this additional part of her plan for transforming her life at the estate. And, not only transforming, but also beginning her relationship with Carlos’ dogs like we have with ours. And, in understanding of both Carlos and Anthony. Mom, Helen, and I were just anxious to again be with our K9 lovers and this time in a new and exotic location. Normally, we make do just fine in the tall field grass. Here, we have nearly manicured lawn everywhere.

After our coffee and nibbling on the rolls, our looks to each other were becoming nearly non-stop. Each was wondering who would make the first suggestion to release the dogs. I guess I was elected as the lead dog-bitch based on all the looks I was getting, so I stood up, finished the last of my coffee in a gulp, and started towards the kennel building where all the dogs were sharing a now squeezed space. Carlos had been concerned about five dogs being in a space not originally intended for so many, but I was sure it would be okay. All the dogs were extremely well trained and socialized to be among other dogs and humans.

Before I was half way to the kennel, the other three women were alongside me. We released the dogs and they were nearly going nuts. Four naked women and the dogs all understood what that meant.

When Carlos returned to the patio, we were gone, but Tim and Anthony were there enjoying the rolls and coffee. “What happened to the women?”

Anthony didn’t even answer; he simply pointed his fork to the backyard. Looking out there, he saw us with the dogs.

“All of them?”

“Yes, Carlos, all of them.”

“But, I mean … with the dogs?”

Tim indicated for Carlos to sit down, gave him more coffee and a roll. “Get comfortable, Carlos. Four women and five dogs. It might be a little bit.”

He was staring out into the yard, watching us as we settled into a spot on back lawn and he could clearly see that one dog was left sitting while the others were lying on the ground with a woman attending to it. But the lone dog saw an opportunity and move behind one of the women and began licking at her. She dropped to the ground but he followed and continued to lick. “Marie, too?”

“That was something else she learned while visiting us. I think she took to it quite well, don’t you?”

Carlos was somewhat speechless. But, even at this distance, he was enjoying the exhibition being played out before him. Including Marie … her inclusion kept playing out in his head.

The four of us were standing in the far back of the property, the five dogs moving around us like they were keeping us corralled together so we didn’t stray away. Silly dogs, we were nearly as anxious as they were.

Marie and Mom were standing with their backs to the patio and the back of the house. Helen and I were facing them and I noticed movement on the patio. I smiled at Marie, “Don’t look now, but we do have an audience. This will clearly provide the addition of K9 to the activities of the house.”

She couldn’t resist and turned her head to spy on the patio. “That’s Carlos standing in front.”

“Yes, you have his attention just being out here with us. He expected to see us with the dogs; you are the addition that has caused his greater interest.”

Helen cut to the issue at hand, though. “Fine, that was always our plan. Now, what I want to know is how do we want to handle five dogs with the four of us? We could always have one of us suck off one of them while being mated, or …”

Mom finished her thought, “Or, one of us could get fucked a second time. I don’t think there is a time issue, so I suspect I know which way this will go.”

We all giggled, even Marie. She understood the implication and was already comfortable as part of this K9 group of ours. We looked to Marie. She hesitated. “You want me to do it? You want me to be the one to be fucked twice? I haven’t had two fucks in a row in … wow, how long? Sounds like I am talking myself into it rather than out of it. Okay. I’ll do it, let me do it, I want to do it.”

The three of us laughed. We hadn’t had to say a thing to encourage her, it was all her.

Marie convinced us to just go with our normal approach with our dogs. She was sure about the training we had given her and would be fine. I think we all believed her but were going to keep an eye on her, anyway. Of course, once we were with the dog, there wasn’t going to be much we could do about anything except verbally give some direction. Remembering that, I relaxed and just focused on what I was about to do. And that was to get Cody on the ground and get him out and hard. And, being the good dog he was, that took almost no effort to get him on the ground and his leg up, allowing me unobstructed access to his sheath and the cock tip just poking out.

Marie was very excited but very deliberate at the same time. When I glanced over at her, she was in the same position as the rest of us. On her knees with her face in the groin of one of Carlos’ dogs. The other dog, the odd one out for the time being, was moving around the group, sniffing at exposed female asses. We all allowed the sniffing and licking of our butts and pussies, but lowered our butts further to avoid his attempt at trying to mount us. One by one, we shifted to our hands and knees, presenting our asses to our dogs and being mounted. I stole a quick look at Marie once again at this point and was pleased to see she was using her hand to guide the dog’s cock into her pussy. And, she was very vocal when she was penetrated. She looked a little bit embarrassed at the attention she drew to herself but every one of us merely smiled our encouragement to her.

The first mating went very well and Marie collapsed onto the ground after the first dog pulled his knot out of her. She lay much like the rest of us, legs slightly open, pussies very definitely still open, and dog cum seeping from those same pussies. I got myself up and started for the house.

Mom was curious, “Where are you going?”

I stopped and turned around, “Marie is going to rest for a minute and then take the last dog. I don’t see why I should just sit here and watch her when there are three men available. Should I bring the other two back with me?”

Helen and Mom exchanged looks and smiled, “That’s very kind of you sis!”

Marie was a little unnerved, though. “Wait a minute. You’re bring the men out here to watch me fuck this dog?”

“Marie, it is my every intention that they will be much busier than just watching you. But, yes, my intention was for them to be here and witness your second mating first hand. Besides getting a second fuck myself, that is.”

I didn’t wait for her to respond, I just turn around and deliberately walked to the patio. By the time I got there, all three were standing at the edge waiting for me to reach them. And, all three of them were looking my body over very intently as I approached. I know my breasts were jiggling and bouncing slightly as I approached them barefoot, and that they undoubtedly would notice the shine on the insides of my thighs from the cum still leaking from my pussy. I gave a slight smile at the consideration of all that.

Tim was the one to greet me, first, so I grabbed his hand. “Where are we going?”

“Back out there. We had a problem that we solved but that led to another problem.”

Carlos was curious, “What problems are you referring to?”

“Well, first it was four naked, horny women and five anxious dogs. It was agreed that Marie would take both of yours, Carlos, Tucker and Shadow. That meant while she was doing the second dog the rest of us would be just watching. I decided that was silly. That’s why you are coming back with me, husband.” I looked at Carlos and Anthony, “Would you care to help out the other two women?”

I had Tim in tow, already. I didn’t look back but I sensed both Carlos and Anthony right behind us. Reaching the group, I could see that Marie was looking a little more tentative with the guys present than she had been with us. I smiled at her and spoke to the men without looking at them in an effort to support Marie. “She is not only new to K9 loving, but very new to being known as a K9 lover. Is there anything she needs to feel embarrassed about?”

Carlos was immediately supportive and Anthony seconded his assurance. A simple thing, but it seemed to make a big difference to her and she responded to them, “Thank you. I know I am introducing a lot of changes, but it really is what I want. I love the feelings I experienced with Michele and the family and their friends. I knew I wanted to open up with you two, but that experience showed me just how much I really wanted to open up and involve the two of you in as much as I could.” She looked around the group of people while she continued to stroke and pet the one dog that had yet to be mated this morning. She looked at it and gave it a kiss on the snout, “Are you ready to witness the kind of woman you will have available to you? Suddenly, the full impact of what our private life is going to be like from now on, and … I can’t believe how excited and turned-on I am about it.”

Then, with no more signs of tentativeness, shyness, or reservation, she encouraged the dog down onto the lawn, raised its hind leg, and licked at the already protruding cock tip. She was facing away from us, which meant that her ass was sticking up in the air as she knelt at the dog’s groin and it was pointed directly at us. And, still you could see that she was slightly open from the previous fucking she had received.

I heard Anthony gasp, probably u*********sly and unintentionally. I chuckled, “Yes, that is an amazing sight, isn’t it.” I said it loud enough for her to hear, but she didn’t verbally respond. Instead, she simply wiggled her ass at us and continued working on the cock now in her mouth. But, I wasn’t all that interested in watching her perform with the dog. I had seen her before and I had other interests or needs I was more interested in attending to, and I knew the other women felt the same way because at almost the same moment, all three men had their boxers or shorts pulled down to their feet and their cock in our mouths. The men were still facing Marie and that wonderful ass pointing straight at them. About the time that we had their cocks hard and ready for fucking, which wasn’t much time at all, Marie had the dog equally ready for his first mating with her.

She turned to us, got to her feet, and approached Carlos. Mom stepped aside as she moved in and took him into her arms. “Carlos, are you ready to watch me mate with your dog, Shadow? Is it all right with you if I become their human bitch? Like these three women are bitches to their dogs? Can I give myself to your dogs, Tucker and Shadow?” She kissed him on the mouth, took Mom’s arm and put her back in front of him and Mom kissed him. She didn’t wait for an answer from him, she just turned and returned to the dog, got onto her hands and knees with her ass pointed to him. Carlos watched. I don’t think he could do anything else. Words, at the moment, were not going to come to him. This was so much, so fast. And, Marie was enjoying the effect it was all having on both Carlos and Anthony. She was becoming theirs, like these three women were Tim’s. Not on an ownership or control level, but on a loving and caring level. She was perhaps crossing the line of no-return, openly now taking the dog in front of them. And this was a line she had no intention of wanting to return from. She was stepping over happily and eagerly and was looking forward to all the wonders that will lie on the other side.

The dog is almost immediately at her ass, sniffing her and licking her, tentatively at first, but then quickly becoming more confident and assured in his approach. She greedily allows the dog to continue his licking of her ass and pussy as she is presented to him. I want to watch, not only her but the others as well for their reactions. I position Tim on the lawn on his back and I quickly lower myself onto his body, guiding his hard, rigid cock into my still hungry pussy. I have just been fucked wonderfully by my dog, Cody, but I am hungry, needy for more, from my husband this time.

As I start raising and lowering myself on my husband’s cock, I looked to my left and see Mom assuming the doggy position, so she can also watch or so Carlos can? Perhaps both are true. To my right Helen has gone onto her back with her legs splayed wide and Antony was just guiding his cock into her. His attention is torn, though, torn between the lovely, sensual, young woman underneath him and the young woman he rescued, now taking a dog’s cock into her pussy. What a hedonistic site we must have been. Three pairs of men and women engaged in fucking out in the open of this private yard as a young woman gave herself to a dog, openly committing herself to not only the men, but also the dogs from this point on.

I noticed something about Mom and then it hit me; she was using her experience with the dogs in conjunction with the scene being played out in front of them. She was pushing back against him, giving him an unyielding form to pound into. She was also talking to him, describing to him what Marie was experiencing. Her pushing against him was joined with, “See, Carlos. See her push back against Shadow, just like I am doing to you? She is feeling Shadow’s knot pressing at her pussy, demanding entry to complete their mating. Like I am doing to you, now. Resisting, presenting a solid position for him, so his knot can enter her more quickly. See, see how urgently they both want the knot in place?”

I sensed eyes on me and looked down at my husband. He was smiling up at me, “Your mother is going to make poor Carlos blow a gasket”.

I leaned down and kissed him, not breaking my motion on his cock except for the occasional shift in direction for variation. “Hmmmm, you beautiful man. I love your cock inside me. But, I think my mother has him well in hand and will not allow his climax before Marie’s.” He hugged me to him and we continued to kiss as both of our hips moved into each other in delightful rhythm. I no longer cared what was happening on either side of me or in front of me. Now … I only cared about the feeling my husband and I were providing each other. And, at that moment, that was all consuming. I was aware of sighs, groans, moans, and crying out all around me. But I was really only focused on the need for my own orgasm and the desire to provide my husband with his climax. And … we were both deliciously rewarded.

We found ourselves back at the patio. Helen and Marie went straight for the pool. The guys found lounges to relax in to watch as the youngest women frolicked and giggled in their play. Carlos was smiling. One of those contented smiles. How long has it been since this place has had this kind of abandoned giggling and frolicking? Too long. This was wonderful … and this was going to be his new life.

Mom and I went to the kitchen, almost unnoticed. It was already nearly noon. The morning had been active and the breakfast light. We pulled together a nice light lunch and refreshing drinks. As we brought them out to the patio, Carlos now had Marie in his lap. They were gently talking, quietly talking. His hand was fondling her breast, almost absentmindedly and she was completely at ease with it. Helen was between Tim and Anthony, being touched and stroked by both at the same time with lots of giggling and twisting from her. A temptress she has definitely become.

At the end of lunch, as we were all sitting around the patio table, Mom had an announcement. She got everyone’s attention and looked around the table, “Our time here at the estate and on the island has just started. We are again having the opportunity to reacquaint ourselves with good friends and lovers. I don’t think any of us, regardless of our past, would dispute that we are all, now at least, very blessed with the lives, friends, and loves that are ours.” She paused, looking around the table, looking into each face, and getting agreement from each, including Helen and Marie. “Therefore, I am going to propose something for later today. I will also admit that sitting here with you lovely people, naked, and easily remembering the wonderful feelings of our recent lovemaking, I feel a little awkward to make this request. But … I would like us all to attend church today, together. I know we are all adults and will make our own decisions on this.”

I blurted it out without a real thought and immediately regretted not being able to pull it back, “Church!?!”

My Mother chuckled and also looked at Helen who had a sour look on her face. We all knew how she felt after growing up in a ‘Christian’ family that abused her. “Yes, my daughter, church. I know what you will say. We have certainly shared the discussion many times in the past and we have all been in agreement. Mainstream religions have not garnered our interest or support. Whether it be the way our gay friends are treated, the politics, or self-serving nature of the organizational structure and abandonment of those they were meant to serve; we share strong feelings against such institutions and belief systems. However, I have talked with Carlos and he knows of a church, an independent and unaffiliated church, that he thinks we might find different. He says this church is led by a pastor from the Christian background but serves his church in such a way as to defy classification. Do I have that right, Carlos?”

“Yes, my dear. I am not known to attend even his services, but I do support his efforts with financial assistance. Frankly, otherwise it would certainly fail. His congregation, if that is the word for it, are simple and generally poor.”

Helen looked skeptical and she was watching my reaction. I looked back at her and shrugged. Mom noticed and watched us. Nobody else was saying anything one way or the other. Tim finally broke the moment and nudged me. I looked at him and he simply nodded. Helen was watching and sighed. If Tim, Mom, and I were going, she wasn’t going to stay here by herself.

Mom was beaming as Carlos added his own, “Then, after the service, I have reservations for our dinner. I think you will enjoy it.”

We spent the afternoon naked and by or in the pool. There was a brief discussion about going down to the lagoon, but we decided to relax for the day and rediscover it another day. As the afternoon progressed, my reservations about the church grew. And, I could also see that Helen had a similar reaction but she too was holding it largely to herself. We both committed to each other that this was for Mom, it seemed to be important to her, and it would be a small thing to do for her before Carlos’ dinner plans.

The little church was located kind of on the edge of the main part of town. There was a small park area next to it that contained playground equipment, sand boxes, basketball hoops, and soccer goals. It was quite jammed together and much of it was rusting. But the houses and shops, and the church building itself, all shows signs of care and attention. This might be the poor side of the island and it was definitely on the opposite side from the resorts and tourist areas, but it was clear these people had pride in where they lived.

We parked the two vehicles we needed across the street from the church. We were only ten minutes early and there were very few cars parked near the church. But walking up to the main entry door I could tell that most people must walk from nearby homes. The inside of the little church was already nearly full. The women entered first with Mom leading the way. Our entrance into the church caused nearly every head to turn after the first one did. Four women walking in dressed in nice sun dresses and high heels. Tonight Mom insisted on something else and we all relented. Tonight, at least for the church, we would also be wearing bra and panties. Our entrance caused curious interest. I suppose they wondered what tourists were doing in their part of town. But the real commotion started when Anthony entered with Carlos right behind him. These two men were known to these people, that much was clear.

Several men got up and rearranged people and groups in the pews. Then, there was room for the seven of us. Four in one pew about half way back and three, the men, behind it. The rearrangement of people was performed quickly, but without panic or tension. The recognition these people had for Carlos and Anthony was out of respect and honor, not concern or worry. There were several bows and nods in greeting and recognition, as well as apparent thanks and gratitude.

Mom entered the pew first and found herself next to a woman in her mid-20’s with three young c***dren. Helen followed, then me, and finally Marie. Behind us was Tim inside, Carlos and Anthony on the outside. Marie and I were whispering to each other when I heard a quiet conversation further in along our pew. It was Mom and the woman sitting next to her. Apparently, the littlest girl, about three years old, had stood up, turned around, and sat on Mom’s lap. The woman tried pulling the girl away while apologizing. Mom wasn’t having any of it. She was insisting that the little girl could stay where she was.

“Please, you have two others to watch and take care of. This one seems to be happy with me, won’t that help you? I like little c***dren, I don’t mind, really.” She looked over to Helen and me, “These are my daughters, Helen and Michele. My name is Barb and the woman on the end is Marie.”

She looked a little more at ease after Mom’s reassurance and the introduction to us. “Please to meet you. I have seen Marie before. My name is Lucia.” She looked a little embarrassed but there was a question she needed to ask, “Excuse me for being so forward, I don’t mean to be rude, but … why have you come to our church? There are so many large churches nearer to the resorts.” Then she suddenly looked flustered, “Oh, my, what am I saying? I didn’t mean for it to sound like you are not welcome here. Of course you are. Everyone is, but we are small and not very … fancy.”

“Oh, no, I think it is beautiful. The windows open with the air moving through and the flowers and trees and shrubbery outside … it is very open and friendly. We are here for a vacation to see our friends. They suggested this church.”

She looked at Marie and then behind us. She lowered her voice further, but I noticed other heads around us were turning and cocking to be able to hear the conversation. “You mean you are friends of Mr. Rodriguez?” Mom nodded. The woman turned her head to the pew behind us and smiled at Carlos. She then did something very interesting. She patted Mom’s shoulder while looking at Carlos and she nodded to him. Just then, the pastor came in from the back door.

I found myself more interested in the little girl in Mom’s lap than what was happening, until I heard his voice. The pastor started speaking, part of some ceremony that I didn’t quite recognize. It had some elements of the Lutheran church I grew up in but it also wasn’t. It was different, modified somehow. Then there was a guitar, I hadn’t even noticed a guitar player before. But that voice. Everyone was standing and reaching for sheets of music in slots on the backs of the pews. Helen already was on the page and holding the sheets for Mom to read while hold the little one. I turned to Marie who also was holding the sheet. I found the line everybody else was on and joined in. But the whole time I was straining to see the pastor but he was blocked by those in front of me.

When the song ended and everyone was sitting back down, I remained up, sitting slower to gain a better look. Oh … my … god! I leaned over Helen to Mom, “It’s him. Do you recognize the pastor?”

“Shhhhh, what are you talking about?”

“Look!” I was trying to whisper. “The pastor … he’s the one that married us!”

Mom’s eyes got big and she strained to look up to the front, half rising from her seat. “Oh, my god!”

The woman next to her, the mother of the little girl Mom was holding, looked at her with concern, “Are you okay? Is anything wrong?”

“I’m sorry, no. Sorry.” But Mom looked behind her, directly at Carlos. I followed her gaze. Carlos merely smiled and nodded. Mom turned a beat red.

I’m sure I must have been a shade of red myself. After that, the service wasn’t making any sense to me but then, again, I couldn’t get it out of my head. The pastor in front was the very same man who presided over our wedding at Carlos’ estate. This was the wedding when Mom and I were both naked, practically, and being married to the same man … and each other.

But Mom was diverted and preoccupied by the little girl who had begun to fuss. I leaned forward slightly and smiled, remembering Mom doing the same to me when I fussed and we were supposed to be quiet. She was moving her face to the little one, her lips pursed and gently blowing. The girl put her hand out to the air rushing to her. Mom opened her lips a little more, the girl tentatively put her tiny finger to Mom’s lips, and she captured it between her lips. The only problem … the little girl shrieked in delight. The whole room went quiet, except for the sounds of people turning to look in Mom’s direction. She blushed, again.

“Sorry. She started fussing and …”

The pastor was coming down the aisle, “Not at all, Ms Hawkins. In fact, perfect timing.” Not only do we recognize him, but he obviously also recognizes us. He turned to scan the entire group. “A young girl in the arms of a strange woman. We all know this to be true. You all know Sophia, but none of you know the woman. So, a strange woman to the c***d, yet she chose to comfort the c***d at the risk of embarrassing herself to all the adults present. Interesting.” He turned to look directly at Mom, “So … I wonder, and I ask you all to wonder … what kind of woman … clearly not one of us, and equally clearly a well-to-do woman from America, would do that? Willing to embarrass herself for a c***d she didn’t know until moments ago? I submit a woman of great love, responding to a c***d who is love.” He was walking back to the front, “A c***d has the purest form of love. It gives it freely and doesn’t know any better, there are no qualifiers or stipulations. Today, in much of our Western culture, today is a day of a c***d, isn’t it? Some say that c***d was the Son of God, himself. Some that he was a great prophet. Perhaps, he was a sign of hope for the world, a hope for love.”

He was moving back and forth across the front of the church, engaging people with eye contact, and I was now engaged, as was Helen, Mom, and Marie. The little girl was again content while playing with Mom’s long hair. “So, if the hope is love, what is it we should do to realize that hope? It might be a very simple concept. Chief Joseph of the Nez Perce only wanted for his people to live in peace. But that wasn’t to be; but even in the days of pursuit by the American cavalry, he had a simple message, ‘I believe much trouble would be saved if we opened our hearts more.’ Isn’t that what this woman did for this c***d, a c***d she doesn’t know, helping a mother she doesn’t know? Of course it is. Buddha, you know I like to quote Buddha, said, ‘Just as a candle cannot burn without fire, men cannot live without a spiritual life’. Does that mean coming to church? I don’t think that defines spiritual. Perhaps, it could be a life expressed in love, for if you are able to live your life in love, wouldn’t you have to have a higher connection than yourself? Buddha also said, ‘Thousands of candles can be lighted from a single candle, and the life of the candle will not be shortened. Happiness never decreases by being shared.’ Substitute the word ‘love’ for ‘happiness’ and it can mean even more to us. Love never decreases by being shared.” He stopped and looked out over the group. Helen at that moment took my right hand, I felt Marie take my left, and they both squeezed.

“An Indian teacher named Sai Baba had a sole concern of self-realization. He taught a moral code of love, forgiveness, and helping others. His instruction was pure, ‘Love one another and help others to rise to the higher levels, simply by pouring out love. Love is infectious and the greatest healing energy’. Just love, sounds simple. Love one another. Pour out your love. Sounds like unconditional love, doesn’t it? Sounds like the love of a c***d.” He had walked down the aisle and was standing at the end of our row, looking down the pew at Mom holding the c***d. He smiled, turned and the guitar started for the next song.

As the service ended, the pastor had left before the final song concluded. When we stood to leave, I noticed that he was now at the exit greeting people as they left. Mom and the woman with the c***dren were talking as we all waited to enter the aisle. Helen touched my arm, “Michele, I thought that was a very interesting discussion he gave about sharing love. It reminded me so much about what you guys are always saying about giving love unconditionally and that it will be returned.” I gave her a hug and kissed her forehead. I noticed Carlos and Tim smiling at us. I returned it.

At the door, waiting in line to greet the pastor, I was behind Mom. She greeted him shyly, “I’m embarrassed that you remembered us. We only met the one time.”

“Please don’t be. But, how could I possibly forget you two? How often do I get to preside over a wedding like that?”

We were waiting for the guys when there was a tug on Mom dress. We all looked down to find the little girl. Mom crouched down to her level and got a big hug from a little girl. The mother came up to us all smiles, “She was delighted that the pastor mentioned her name in the service. Thank you for handling that so well. It brought a lot of attention to you that you probably didn’t expect or desire.” She was smoothing the hair on the girl’s head, “And, I think he is right about you. You are a woman of great love. I see it in your group; I saw it in your handling of Sophia. I hope I see you, again.”

Dinner was on the other side of the island near the resorts, naturally. But, neither the drive or during dinner itself was quiet. We found ourselves not talking about the exciting things that might be planned for us to enjoy during the rest of our stay here, but the message we heard during the service. And, of course, the little girl that got us all involved so much. It merely highlighted how Mom just has to be one of the best mothers possible. And, Helen made sure everyone understood that she completely agreed with that assessment as well.

After dinner, Carlos had an additional surprise waiting for us. Outside the restaurant were waiting two horse drawn open coaches. Carlos, Mom, Anthony, and Marie took one, while Tim, Helen, and I followed in the other. For the next hour, we took a scenic ride along the coastal road with the moon high in the night sky and the waves crashing on the shore of the rock. Then, we were taken through several nice residential areas for a tour of home and landscapes tastefully decorated with lights. It was a beautiful evening and Helen and I enjoyed the time to snuggle with Tim.

By the time we returned to the estate, it was already getting late. And we were subdued from the activities of the day and evening. But, tonight I decided to be aggressive. Left to his own selection, Carlos might have moved to Mom, again. He was standing in the hallway outside the Great Room as I walked up behind him and wrapped my arms around his body. The others turned as I made my request of him, “Carlos … mmmm, I do find that nice to say … I think I need to be taken to bed. May I pleasure you tonight, kind sir?” With everybody watching us, I leaned up to his ear and whispered so only he could hear, “You can have her plenty while we are here. But, tonight I want you to myself.”

He turned around staying in my arms, “Yes, Michele, but I think you are taking me to bed.” He chuckled and took my hand and we ascended the stairs. As we did, I shook my ass at those behind.

Once in his suite, I immediately turned and encircled his neck with my arms and took him into a kiss that I had wanted to do since we arrived. And we kissed that way for many minutes until I felt him pull me tighter into his body. I pressed my groin into his and felt his need and desire press back at me. “It has been too long, Sir.” That was interesting. I was falling back into the submissive role without any indication, command, or intent from him. I took his hand and led him into the room I knew to be his bedroom. I left him, turned on the side light by the bed, and quickly returned to him. I kissed his lips as my fingers worked the buttons of his shirt, pulled the shirt from his pants, and slid it off his shoulders and arms. I kissed him, again, sliding my hands over his bare chest, arms and back.

I pulled from him, looked into his eyes, smiling at him as I released his belt, the clasp, and lowered the zipper. I knelt in front of him, smiling to myself, anticipation growing to once again apply my efforts to giving Mr. R … Carlos … pleasure. I removed his shoes, then his socks, flipping each to the side out of the way. I looked up into his face, then his eyes, then I took hold of his loosened pants, pulled them down, and let them drop around his ankles. My hands slid down the length of his legs. He put his hand on my head for balance as I held his pants for him to step out of. I sat back onto my heels and turned my face up to him, my hands went to his crotch, feeling his hard cock straining inside. I smiled as I looked into his eyes, my hands caressing his cock from outside his underwear, “Do you enjoy my Mother, Carlos? You seem to be finding a lot of time to be in her company.”

He pulled me up and took me into his arms. My hands pushed his underwear off his hips and they too fell to the floor. For a switch, Carlos was naked in my arms and I was fully dressed, still even in my high heels.

“Does it bother you or Tim that I find your mother desirable? That I like being with her?”

My hands were roaming over his naked body and with both hands on his ass; I pulled his groin into mine. His cock was fully erect and pressing into my lower abdomen. “No, it doesn’t. Not at all, she’s a special woman to all of us.” I put my arms around his neck and kissed him, backing him to the bed and gently pushing him back onto it. He pulled the covers down and got comfortable, stacking several pillows under his head.

He gave me a smile that spoke volumes of lust. “Now, woman, you’ve already gotten me undressed and hard. Now show me how you can strip for my enjoyment.”

Wow, how often does this happen? I am asked to give a striptease and I am actually wearing bra and panties. Usually, I have but one item to take off. Unzip my dress and let it fall to the floor. Kind of hard to prolong that. And, that crazy erotic dance class that Helen talked me into going to with her have been an added bonus for these situations, like in Key West. Sliding the panties down is always my favorite part. Turning my back to him, my ass pointing right at him, my breasts gently swaying as I bend over, my fingers in the waistband on the sides. I lower the right side and at the same time cock my left knee, which tilts my ass up on the right side. As I lower the left side, I reverse the knees, slowly back and forth, lowering my panties, and rocking my ass side to side.

I have the panty at the bottom of my hips, but he still can’t quite see my pussy, at least not well with my legs together. Bent over, my knees now straight, I look behind me and see him, his hand on his cock, “Enjoy, but be careful there … I want to be the one to make you cum, and if it can be up to me, I want you to cum inside me.”

“That can be arranged, my dear. My god, Michele, what an ass you have.”

I smile and resume my lowering of my panties. But, of course, this is the end, it can’t be prolonged, and they drop down my legs to the ground. I step out of them, spread my legs, and look at him between my legs. I smiled teasingly at him, “Do you want to look some more? Maybe if I finger myself? Jam some fingers up inside? Or, are you ready to feel my wet, hot pussy encase your beautiful cock?”

“Get up here, you wicked, teasing woman. Stop teasing this old man.”

“Yes, Sir.” I literally jumped onto the bed and crawled over him until my ass was over his cock. I bent down and kissed him, moving my breasts and hard nipples side to side in the process. I reached between my legs, took his cock and pointed it up, rubbed my wet pussy over the head, located my hole and sat down. He groaned and I kissed him, again. “Old man, my ass. You don’t feel like an old man to me.”

* * * CHAPTER 52E: HOLIDAYS ON THE ISLAND: ENJOYING PARADISE, CONTINUED will follow * * * Thanks for reading.