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Part 4

A Bride For The Whole Family
by James Elliott (c) 1991


Chapter 10

"What in the hell is going on here!"

It was Michael's voice, her Michael's voice, that boomed through the
pleasure glowing cloud of her satisfaction. Diana's body suddenly went
rigid.


With the same suddeness, Bryan's rigidly embedded cock went limp. In
one second it was packed fully up her ass, still oozing the last traces
of his release. Then in the next moment, it went limp and slithered
from her body in a hasty withdrawal. The reaction would have been
humorous under different circumstance. As it was, Diana found
absolutely no humor in the situation.

As Bryan rolled to one side and dropped to the couch, she rolled to the
other and collapsed on her still pleasantly throbbing rear. She pushed
her eyes open and somehow managed to peer through the veiling mists and
find her husband standing in the doorway to the den. Apparently he
couldn't find any humor in Bryan's quick evacuation of Diana's asshole
either. He was just standing there scowling at her, then glaring at
Bryan. The youth at her side just lay there, unable to react in much of
any manner, except to glance glassy-eyed at his stepbrother and pant
trying to catch his breath. The effects of blasting his balls off in
his sister-in-law's ass had been somewhat draining on him.

"I asked what the hell is going on here!" Michael demanded again.

"Just what the hell it looks like," the elder Hightower answered his
son.

"Bryan was just welcoming Diana into our family," Lorraine added,
smiling at her stepson.

"And I suppose you were waiting your turn?" Michael snapped with
contempt.

"Of course I was," Lorraine smiled widely. "Diana is quite an
attractive girl. And if she has no hang-ups about women, we could...."

"Damn!" Michael shuddered. "I can't believe this! I'm gone for a matter
of a couple of hours and you just can't wait to get your lustful claws
into my wife!"

"What is this, Michael? A double set of standards? One for you and one
for Diana?" Lorraine chided. "You really didn't mind our romp in the
library last night. But when Diana gets balled by someone other than
her husband, you can't take it."

"That's right," Kate piped up from behind her brother, who until now
had gone unnoticed by Diana. "You didn't seem to mind Paula giving you
head on the way home from town."

"Yeah!" it was Paula that now chorused up from behind Michael. "I seem
to remember him suggesting that we all should go for a stroll down by
the pond this evening."

"Right!" Kate echoed. "My brother is a real stick in the mud!"

"Michael, is all this true?" Diana asked, somewhat amused by the sudden
sheepishness that raced embarrassingly over her husband's face.

"Of course it's true!" Kate laughed. "My brother digs balling his
sisters!"

The dark-haired girl coyly reached down and lovingly massaged her
brother's crotch. Michael just stood there, looking helplessly at
Diana, unable to say anything. However, Kate's hand eventually left the
front of his jeans. The bulging strain under his fly told the whole
story.

Diana felt like she should be angry, but all she felt was relief. The
confrontation with Michael had been met and was water under the bridge
now. She knew he had made it with Lorraine and now Paula. And those
facts didn't bother her. He was still her Michael, still her husband
and she still loved him. Nothing had changed.

At least nothing had changed with her, that was. She was still unsure
about how Michael was reacting to finding Bryan fucking her ass. Or how
he would react to the knowledge that his father had balled her and she
had come back for more. She wanted to get him off alone and discuss the
whole thing.

But Kate and Paula had other things in their minds!

"I think we should show Diana just what Michael had in mind for this
evening," Kate grinned to her blonde stepsister.

"Mmmmm hmmmmm," Paula nodded. "Really think Diana should see the type
of man she married."

Michael stepped back from the two girls and shook his head, "Just hold
on ... this is neither the time nor place."

But neither Kate nor Paula held on. Instead they rushed him. Two
bundles of very eager and very sexy teen-age girl were suddenly
swarming all over him, while Diana sat back grinning with amusement at
the predicament her husband had gotten himself into.

There were five quick tearing "pops" and five white buttons that went
sailing across the den, torn from the front of Michael's shirt. If he
were doing more than putting up a token fight against the girls, it was
hard for Diana to discern. By herself, Kate was able to quickly strip
her brother's shirt, while Paula hastily slithered from her skirt and
blouse, then peeled away her under garments.

The supple blonde single-handed went after Michael's jeans, as Kate
performed a rapid strip that matched the disrobing of her stepsister.

Together, they somehow managed to wiggle Michael's jeans down around
his knees. He stumbled backwards, then his legs came out from under
him. His bare ass thudded heavily onto the carpet and the girls
wrenched his pants up and off. He now shared their nakedness.

Paula was at the downed man's side first, her nakedness pressing
sensually over his chest and her mouth covering his. Michael's arms
hesitated momentarily, then wrapped around her youthful body, hugging
her close.

Kate, left out of the embrace, made do with the thick swollen shaft
that jutted up from the black hairs covering her brother's crotch.

Reaching out with her hand, her fingers wrapped around the pulsing
column of cock and tantalizingly glided up and down its length. Diana
could see the muscles of her husband's buttocks tense tightly and his
hips jerk upward slightly.

The girl's hand squeezed at the still thickening pole of sex and jacked
excitedly along its pulsing length. Her eyes widened with delight.

Suddenly, her head lowered and her mouth opened widely. In one slooping
motion, she captured the gorged thickness of his glans within her lips.
Her young cheeks hollowed deeply as she sucked at the plum-like crown.

Again his hips jumped upward, shoving one or three inches of fat prick
into her face. She accepted the ponderous mass of sex into her mouth.
The still stroking grasp of her hand never missed a beat.

Working with youthful eagerness, Kate's hand and mouth began working in
a singular rhythm on her brother's manhood. Her head bobbed up and down
as her lips sheathed and resheathed themselves over the jutting shaft.

Diana was amazed. Amazed both at herself and the scene she was
watching. This was her husband buried under a writhing blanket of two
eager girls. And it was one of the sexiest things she had ever seen.

She had always wondered about couples who got into swinging and their
claims that watching their spouse ball with another person was one hell
of a turn-on. They were right! Despite her full day's activities with
Michael One and then with Bryan, she found herself ready and willing.

She glanced at the youth still seated at her side. But Bryan was
engrossed with the activities on the floor. And apparently his own body
had not recovered from his recent sexual romp---his cock was asleep in
the reddish-blonde bush covering his groin.

Diana's attention turned to Lorraine and Michael One. The big-titted
woman was now on her knees before her husband, his cock fully
entrenched in her mouth. The elder Hightowers eyes rolled back in his
head as his pelvis lurched upward. Lorraine's throat bobbed as she
voraciously swallowed the fountaining cream of her husband's release.
Michael One collapsed back into his chair, moaning out the sated
gratification of his pleasure.

Feeling left out, Diana once more turned her eyes to her husband and
the two sisters that had him occupied on the floor. Kate had given up
her oral caresses in favor of a much more mutually satisfying coupling
for her and her brother. The young black-headed girl now sat straddled
over Michael's crotch, her supple thighs tightly pressing to each side
of him and the swollen length of his cock crammed up into her pussy.
Michael's mouth was still busily occupied by Paula's and his hands had
a firm hold on the sleek cones of her youthful tits.

Kate completed the union of the threesome by slipping her hand between
Paula's thighs and wiggling a finger into the blonde's cunt.

Literally sitting in the pilot's seat, Kate slowly began to push,
rising up the fleshy rod of pleasure she sat on. The movement also
caused her finger to slide from Paula's upturned slash of desire.

Higher and higher, she slid up the thickness of cock, until she hovered
above her brother's loins with only the gorged head of his prick
sheathed by the pinkness of her outer lips. Then she glided downward,
shafting his manhood back into the willing cunt and at the same time
she drove her finger into the flowering lips of Paula's pussy.

Again and again, Kate repeated her rising and falling motions until her
body was jerking rapidly up and down on the long shaft of flesh she so
willingly impaled in her body.

Diana shivered with full arousal. Then shivered again as someone softly
touched the interior of her thighs. She turned and glanced down. There
kneeling between her opened legs was Lorraine. The woman's blue eyes
were rolled up to her, a lewd, knowing smile on her full lips.

Diana shivered again, this time with the realization of what her
mother-in-law had planned. She had wondered about it in the past. She
had wanted it last night when she had watched Kate and Paula from
behind the one-way mirror. Now she was being offered a very tempting
proposal from a woman she found as sexy as the two girls. Perhaps even
more so.

Not quite sure of herself, Diana nodded.

The blonde-haired woman's smile grew as her eyes tilted down to the
light brown triangle of pubic moss veiling the lips of her daughter-in-
law's cunt. Her head slowly moved forward.

Diana's heart jumped in a double-time beat and she sucked in deeply, as
she stared down, watching the misty, golden-haired woman inch closer
and closer to the quivering lips of her sex. Shivery little trembles
raced through her body as she felt the gentle, warm streams of her
breath flowing from Lorraine's nostrils and tickling their way through
her pubic down. Uncontrollably, she moaned as the red lips of her
companion pressed lightly between her thighs.

Lorraine's head pulled away just a little. Diana could see her lips
part and her tongue, pink and wet flick behind her lips, then slowly
snake out.

Then it was there!

The tip of another woman's tongue was wetly working through the bush of
her pubic hairs and softly brushing at the quivering lips of her cunt.
Diana whimpered as the excitement of the moment rushed in heated waves
through her loins.

In a long, teasing lap, the probing oral digit languidly worked its way
up and down the deep crease of her cuntal mound, delicately tickling at
the pink pouted lips.

Trembling with excitement, she reached down and tenderly caressed her
mother-in-law's cheeks, giving her approval of the woman's actions. She
could detect no difference in the feel of Lorraine's tongue and the
manly tongues that had found their way into her quim. The only
difference was the lust-arousing knowledge that this mouth belonged to
another woman.

Waves of quivery gooseflesh rippled in thrilled excitement over her
body as Lorraine's hands slowly moved lovingly over the interior of her
thighs. Higher and higher, the woman's exploring fingertips crept,
working their magic as they came. Then they were at each side of her
pubic knoll, gently massaging at the plump mound of her sex.

She moaned as the woman's hands pressed down and pushed outward to each
side. From her position on the couch, she could see the pink lips of
her labia spread and open and Lorraine's head duck further between her
thighs.

Her tongue darted out again and licked gingerly up and down the
pinkness of the opened glash. At the top of the wide slit of sex, the
flickering tip of her tongue discovered the aroused nubbin of her
daughter-in-law's clit. She pushed her face into the spread cunt and
her lips tenderly kissed the sensitive button of flesh.

Diana moaned loudly and caressed the woman's head, wanting to press her
even closer, to bury her face within her snatch, but unsure of how
Lorraine would react. Instead, she decided to allow the other woman to
work at her own speed and fully enjoy the new thrills she was awakening
in her body.

Lorraine's lips reached out again and kissed the excited bud of
pleasure. She sheathed its sensitive little length, caressing it softly
with her lips, while her tongue tenderly tapped and laved at it. There
was no doubt that ministrations were appreciated. She could feel the
trembling and quivering of her daughter-in-law's body and the pleased
moans and sighs that came from above her.

Still licking and taunting at the bud of her clit, she sucked at the
small length of penis- imitating flesh, delighting in the sharp gasps
of pleasure that accompanied her maneuver. Her own body was growing in
its arousal, as the taste of male and female sexual juices mingled in
her mouth. She was a vessel of sheer sex that could and would satisfy
either man or woman.

Lorraine's hands spread the lips of Diana's cunt wider. Her mouth and
tongue were moving again, lapping in broad wet strokes up and down the
cleft of her loins. Tauntingly, she worked, teasing at the inner lips
of the young woman's labia, but never entering.

Diana groaned; the sensations were fantastic, as was the total view she
had of the woman between her thighs. In the past, there had only been a
couple of times she had actually gotten to see a man give her head. Now
that she was having her first experience with a woman, she was glad
that she was able to see as well as feel the full sexy movements of
Lorraine's tongue.

Abruptly that teasing oral digit speared its way into the juice-filled
hole of her vagina.

Diana's body quaked as pleasure flooded through her loins. Like a
velvet-covered finger, Lorraine's tongue dipped into her cunt, then
flicked around in a twirling, reaming motion.

The woman withdrew and lapped up and down the opened lips of pussy,
teasing the budded nubin of her clit, then drove her tongue back into
her partner's quim. In and out, in penis-imitating fashion, she ate at
her pussy, sucking away the thick flow of lubricants and swallowing
them into her stomach, where they mixed with the heavy cream of her
husband's groin.

Diana's hips began to rise and fall in a bunching manner, as the
driving tempo of her mother-in-law's oral digit took control of her
body. She moaned and whimpered with each drilling rush of tongue. Her
eyes, heavily laden with lust, fluttered closed as she centered her
being on the rapidly laving pleasure.

She felt Lorraine's finger creep up the outside of her pubic mound.
Then an inquisitive fingertip was tapping and fondling at the button of
her clit. Electricity sizzled through her body, jarring her with waves
of growing lust. The woman's face suddenly pushed into her cunt,
burying itself in the wetness of her pussy. The spearing tongue drilled
in and out, ever increasing its whipping tempo.

Again, for the fourth time that day, she felt the throbbing rage of her
thighs expanding and breaking outward. She welcomed the rushing
sensation that caught her up in its arms and swept her into the halls
of orgasmic oblivion. Somehow amid the flashing colors of ecstasy, she
reached down and pulled Lorraine's finger from her clit, which was
aching from the pleasure-pain of her manipulations.

Slowly she descended from the dreamy world her climax had sent her
hurtling head-on into. There, still licking and lapping at her cunt,
was Lorraine. Forcing her eyes open, she stared down at the woman, then
grinned.

Bryan had at last come to life again. Standing behind his mother, he
had lifted her ass up, which explained the sudden burial of the woman's
face in her cunt, and had entrenched his swollen cock within her pussy.
Diana now found herself being lifted toward oblivion again, as
Lorraine's excited tongue was whipped on by Bryan's plowing prick.

In and out, the boy's hips jerked, shafting his manhood into his
mother's belly. The blonde-haired woman's trembling increased, as well
as did the rapid spearing of her tongue. Diana closed her eyes and let
the sweeping flesh tremors of her body throw her back into the
welcoming pleasure of soul-shattering bliss.

This time as she settled gently down to earth, she heard Lorraine's own
pleasure cries and opened her eyes to find her mother-in-law lost in
her own climax and Bryan once again emptying his balls, this time into
his mother's cunt.

Then two of them, mother and son, collapsed on the floor at the foot of
the couch. Diana was just able to pull her legs out of the way and
swing them atop the sofa to avoid a painful end to a satisfying and
pleasing experience.

She glanced over to Michael One's chair, but it was empty. She found
the elder Hightower on the floor where she had last seen her husband.
Stretched out on his back Michael One now had Paula straddled over his
crotch, with the thickness of his club-like cock embedded within her
pussy. His mouth was fully occupied with his own daughter's cunt, as
Kate sat above his face, enjoying the pleasures of his tongue. Both the
girls had found something to keep their hands busy. They fondled and
rolled each other's breasts.

"Hi," Michael piped from behind the couch. "Could you use some
company?"

Her head twisted up to find her husband grinning down at her. She
smiled and nodded.

Eagerly, he crawled over the back of the sofa and slid down beside her.
"I've missed you."

He gave her a quick, light kiss and pulled her to him.

"If what Kate said was true, you seemed to be getting along all right
by yourself," she pouted in mock disapproval.

"And what about you? You and Bryan seemed to have found something to
keep yourselves occupied in my absence," he chided, kissing her again,
this time, his tongue moving lovingly into her mouth.

"As well as your father," she added, as they finally parted. "All three
times."

"Three times!" he shook his head in disbelief. "And now there was
Lorraine!"

"And now there's you," she grinned, reaching down to his crotch and
finding the hardened length of his cock, somewhat surprised at its
condition after Paula and Kate.

"I was watching you and Lorraine," he explained without her having to
ask, then moaning as she stroked up and down on the firmness of his
manhood.

"Michael, why didn't you tell ... uh ... about your family?" she asked.

He shook his head, "I don't know. I guess I was afraid you'd
disapprove. What would your reaction have been if I suddenly said,
"Look, for the past several years my family has been balling each
other. Want to join in?"

She stared blankly at him, then grinned, realizing how ridiculous he
would have sounded if he had told her, and wondering if she would have
even believed him.

"Then, you're not hurt. I mean, about your father and Bryan," she
asked.

"No. What about Lorraine, Paula and Kate," he replied.

She shook her head in the negative, "I thought you and the girls
together were sexy. It was sort of a surprise watching my own husband
make love with another woman, but I dug it."

She paused, still confused by all that had happened within the last
twenty-four hours. "If you're not upset by finding me and Bryan
together, then why were you angry when you walked in?"

He chuckled, "Upset with myself mostly. I did a hell of a lot of
worrying about how you would react if you found out about my family and
myself. You see, it took me a long time to find a woman like you and I
didn't want to lose you. I was ready to give this whole scene up for
you. Then, when I walked in and found you balling with Bryan, I just
couldn't believe it. After all that worrying, you had accepted what was
happening with the Hightowers without the slightest hesitation. Somehow
the whole thing made me a little mad. You should have made a little
protest, just to satisfy all that concern I've been living with ever
since I met you."

She smiled and pulled him to her, "I protested, sort of ... but that's
a long story. We can save it for another time. Right now I feel
marvelously good and I want my husband to make love with me."

He grinned, then dropped his mouth to hers, his tongue flicking and
dancing and doing all sorts of wonderfully arousing things that ignited
and fanned fresh flames of want and desire.

Sliding onto her back, she pulled him atop her. Directing the thick,
pulsing shaft of his cock between her opened thighs, she nuzzled the
swollen crown of his sex into the willing lips of her labia. Despite
the want and lust she had felt for Michael One and his stepson, this
was the Hightower for her.

His hips did a quick little jerk and slid the full length of his cock
into the liquid warmth of her vagina.

"Ohhhhhhh!" she moaned deeply, as her teeth nibbled at his neck.

Lorraine's mouth had done an excellent job of preparing her for him.
While she now had to admit that a woman was exciting, tongue and lips,
whether they be a man's or a woman's, could in no way compare with the
fantastic feel of a man's cock fimly embedded deep within the harbor of
her body. And nothing could compare to the wonderfulness of her man!

"God!" she whispered, moving her lips and still nibbling teeth up to
the tempting morsel of his ear lobe. "You feel so damn good inside me!
Like you were made for me!"

He turned his head so that their mouths met and his lips brushed
lightly against hers as he spoke. "I was. Haven't you noticed that
before!"

"Hrumph!" she snorted playfully. "I'm married to a cocksure bastard!"

"At your service, madam," he grinned and covered her mouth with his.

His hips did another one of those sexy little wiggles that sent his
prick jerking and twitching within her vaginal channel. At "my"
service, she repeated with smug satisfaction.

"I love you, Michael," she sighed as his lips once more slipped from
hers.

He grinned, loving the marvelous feel of their union, "I know."

She kissed him lovingly, "And that's what makes you such an arrogant
mother fucke...."

"Hold on, wife," he corrected quickly. "I never made it with my mother!
Only my stepmother!"

She grinned, squeezing down on the fullness of his sex sheathed into
her belly. He moaned softly as he stared into her eyes.

"Well, right now, I want you to make it with me," she said. "I want my
husband to ball me. Fuck me! Screw me! Make love to me!"

"My pleasure," he grinned widely and once more moved his lips and
tongue to her mouth.

And it was---his pleasure!

Languidly, his hips slowly rose, withdrawing his cock from its deep-
rooted haven in the warm recesses of her belly. He moved a tantalizing
fraction of an inch at a time, while his tongue completely occupied her
mouth with a flourish of darting probes.

She moaned, feeling him withdraw. The very slow-motion movement of his
manhood was a taunting trick that he knew drove her wild. She loved it
and the exciting anticipation of the moment he would eventually quickly
jerk his hips and thoroughly spear the pulsing pole into her sex.

But the sudden movement she wanted wasn't to come this time.

His hips moved downward in the same snail-like pace he had used to pull
from her.

She could feel every minute movement of the swollen length of his cock.
She quivered at the gorged knob of his glans twitching in their
excitement. She whimpered as she squeezed down on his fleshy root and
forced him to strain against the velvet textured walls of her vaginal
folds.

For several minutes, he slid in and out of her body in this slow
taunting manner. She realized that had any other member of the family
been watching, they would have been hard-pressed to say if his hips
were actually moving. But she knew! And she felt the slight increase of
his flowing speed.

She also knew that there wasn't going to be any quick stabbings of his
cock that would suddenly rock her body. Not this time, at least. No,
now he was savoring the marvelous feel of their bodies joined in love
and want for one another. This time, he was going to make it long and
loving, slowly working their need into an excited frenzy of desire.

When his hips increased speed again, it was still too slow for her
want. But that was the sweet torture of this prolonged method that
Michael had discovered. He wouldn't be rushed. He taunted her with
pleasure, never giving her all she wanted until the last moment, then
plunging in and out, trying to drive his hard shaft all the way through
her body and into her mouth.

"Oh! You bastard!" she moaned, as his hand wedged between their bodies
and slid into the slit of her cunt, playfully fondling her clit. "Two
can play that game."

His fingertips swirled wonderfully around the aroused bud of her clit.
Her body trembled as the fantastic sensations of pleasure shot through
her. For moments her own hand that was wedging itself toward their
loins could do nothing but stop and wait until he let up just a little.

And when he did, her hand shot between his legs, capturing the hairy
sac that dangled securely from behind his cock. He moaned.

"But you've got these," she chuckled, noticing the quickened tempo of
his hips. He now glided in a smooth steady stroking motion.

Tenderly caressing the k**ney-shaped forms of his testicles in her
fingertips, she rolled his balls. His moaning delighted her. It
reminded her that she had the same sexual power with him that he had
with her.

She let the wrinkled bag rest warmly in her palm, while she playfully
used her fingers to shoot his balls around in the confines of their
sac. His moaning increased as she created that pleasureful mixture of
slight pain and delight.

His hand abruptly left her clit and grasped her wrist, pulling her hand
from his balls, "No, you'll have me blow off in no time at all."

"Mmmmmmmm," she flicked her tongue around his ear, feeling the excited
quivers that raced along his back.

His hands moved along her thighs and tucked under her buttocks. The
angle of his entry abruptly increased and he slid deeper into the
enveloping channel of her belly. She moaned and reached down grasping
his ass.

Again his rhythm increased into a quick, smooth shafting stride that
whipped in and out of her. She moaned and pumped her hips to meet each
driving drop of his pelvis. The stirrings of release were suddenly
there and flaring quickly. From the tenseness of his ass, she could
tell his balls were once again preparing to empty themselves into the
chalice of her vagina.

"Close," she whispered. "Close."

His hips jerked quickly, slamming into her, sluicing down into the
heated interior of her quick. Her own pelvis hunched up and down,
sliding over the full length of his cock like a fleshy, clinging
scabbard. She contracted her muscles, squeezing him and milking at the
swollen, pulsating wand of pleasure he so readily fed into her.

Harder and deeper, in a striving drive for release they worked each
other, giving and taking each ounce of pleasure their bodies had to
offer. Grunting and groaning as they neared the moment of completed
sensations, they became two people joined as one, man and woman,
lovers, husband and wife.

She came first, skyrocketing with multi-colored starbursts that sizzled
with orgasmic electricity through the overloaded nerves of her body.
She clung to him desperately, her contracting channel of love gripping
at the throbbing staff of his sex.

Like a volcano, his balls erupted, blasting off another thick load of
sperm and semen. His body shook and quivered as the creamy fountains
spurted from the pin-prick hole in the center of his glans and deluged
the hole of her cunt.


Chapter 11

Sunday morning! Diana couldn't believe it, as she lay in bed, listening
to Michael in the shower. They had only been at the Hightower estate
for a day and a half. It seemed like years ago and yet at the same
time, only a matter of minutes.

And today, she was to meet the last member of the family. She found
herself idly wondering if he had the same sexual prowess of the rest of
the family. And trembling a little with excitement she knew it wouldn't
be that long until she found out.

"Water's fine! Care to join me?" her husband suggested from the
bathroom.

Swinging over the side of the bed, she trotted to their private
bathroom and poked her head behind the shower curtain, "Hope you meant
that, because I'm coming in."

Which is exactly what she did.

The mutual shower was great. There's really something to having someone
else bathe your body, she decided, also making the decision that in the
future bathing together would become a regular habit.

"Hey, have the Hightowers ever had a big group bath?" she grinned as
Michael firmly sudsed over the furred mound of her sex.

He smiled up at her, "Nope, but you might suggest it. We didn't know
what we were missing. However, we've all gone skinny dippin' in the
pond together."

Diana then took her turn, bathing her husband, enjoying the quivery
little thrills that she sent racing through his body. Afterwards, they
took their turns toweling each other dry, which gave a whole new
meaning to drying one's self after a bath. Another of those habits to
be cultivated, she decided.

In keeping with the informality of the Hightower family, Michael
slipped into blue jeans and a T-shirt again. Diana chose some aqua-
colored bell bottoms and a loose fitting blouse, leaving it unbuttoned
and tying it in a big knot below her breasts. Today she definitely put
aside any thoughts of wearing a bra. Michael One had made short work of
one already. And although his rather rough manner of taking it from her
body had been sexy, the damn things did cost money!

The rest of the family had already gathered downstairs and assembled in
the kitchen, where Lorraine and the girls were busily preparing French
toast. Michael's other brother, Jim, had already arrived.

The Hightower resemblance was more than apparent in the latest member
of the family, Diana noted as she and Jim got acquainted over
breakfast. He had the same black hair and dark eyes that Michael and
Kate had. However, he was much more square built than the others, but
just as attractive in his own way.

Afterwards, the family slowly drifted into the den, while Diana and
Lorraine stayed behind to clean up the breakfast table. When they
finally joined the others, Diana found a reception committee of two
waiting for her---Paula and Kate!

She realized now why Michael had been unable to fight the two eager
girls off yesterday. He didn't want to, nor would they have let him.
She gave in and within a matter of seconds found herself stripped and
on the floor.

Unaware of what the rest of the Hightowers were doing, Diana was lost
in a flurry of naked girl flesh. Kate, kneeling beside her sister-in-
law, took Diana's hand and placed it on the black triangular patch
covering her pubic mound.

Unsure of exactly how to handle the situation, Diana tenderly kneaded
at the plump knoll, imitating the actions of hands and fingers that had
found their way to her pussy in the past. Kate sighed softly and stared
down at her smiling. The young girl's own hands reached down and cupped
under the pink globes of Diana's tits. Her fingers lovingly caressed
the creamy smoothness of the satin-covered cushion of flesh.

Meanwhile, Paula proceeded to demonstrate that she had inherited more
than her beauty from Lorraine. The young blonde was down on her hands
and knees, spreading Diana's thighs, then crawling into the inviting,
opened "Y" of her legs. Her long, slim fingers delicately covered the
light-brown down of her sister-in-law's pussy, gently squeezing and
massaging.

Diana moaned under the dual attention being given to her body. Kate's
hands now were squeezing and rolling delightfully at her tits.
Occasionally, her fingers would find their way to the tops of the high
cresting globes and playfully tweek the rubbery cherries of flesh that
were her nipples.

Paula's finger had worked its way into the deep cleft of Diana's loins,
sensually tickling up and down the deep cease of her outer labia. With
the same type of playful attention, the blonde's fingertips flirted
with aroused excitement around the button of her clit, taunting it with
delicious shivery thrills of pleasure.

Likewise, Diana followed the flowing juices welling from Kate's young
pussy and wiggled a finger up into the girl's vagina. The effects were
immediately apparant in the high-pitched little whimpers that came from
the girl's writhing lips. Her hips twisted and turned around Diana's
finger, rippling the soft, spongy folds of her cunt.

Diana's hips were far from inactive. Paula's head had dropped between
the supple thighs she had spread and her mouth was now kissing and
lightly biting along the quivering outer lips of Diana's pussy.

Diana's pleasure groan was cut as she suddenly sucked in her breath in
a sharp kiss. Paula's soft, inquisitive tongue was now darting up and
down the tremulous cleft of her loins, occasionally dipping in the
honey-dripping hole of her cunt.

She felt Kate stir at her side, then the moist warmth of a mouth
covering the top of one of her breasts. She pushed her lust-leadened
eyes open and found the girl arched over her on her hands and knees.
While Diana finger-fucked her pussy, she reciprocated by sucking
wonderfully at her tit.

The new position also placed a very tempting female nipple hovering but
inches from Diana's mouth. Without so much as a second's thought or
hesitation, Diana twisted her head and captured the dark brown nipple
between her lips. She could feel the electric excitement that raced
through the girl's body. Then she sucked and licked at the fattening
button of flesh, while her finger flowed in and out of the juice-filled
socket of Kate's vagina.

The girl came quickly, moaning and crying out in pleasure, then she was
gone. Diana thought she saw someone lift her to her feet, but she
couldn't be sure. Paula's licking and laving tongue was controlling her
now and her eyes weren't exactly in the shape of focus.

The quick little oral digit that Paula knew how to use so marvelously
was now flicking in and out of her cunt, setting off all sorts of
delightful little thrills. Letting her body follow the urgings of the
blonde's mouth, Diana's hips hunched up and down, pushing her throbbing
snatch into the young girl's face.

Writhing and twisting to the old familiar sensations of near climax,
Paula responded to Diana's growing need. Her fingers reached out and
tenderly fondled the aching bud of her clit.

The added manual touch was all Diana needed! Within seconds, her body
was racked by a series of marvelous explosions of exquisite pleasure.
The multi-colored starburst spun and sailed, taking her with them.

Moaning and quivering, she slowly descended to the firmness of the
earth, once again realizing where she was. She pushed open her eyes and
glanced around.

Paula was no longer between her thighs. Instead, the girl now was in
the arms of her stepfather. The young supple cones of her breasts
flattened willingly against the elder Hightower's chest as he pulled
the young girl atop him, as they lay on the floor together, a few feet
away from Diana.

The young blonde easily positioned herself atop the man. Diana watched
as her graceful hand tucked between her legs and grasped the rigid
shaft of his swollen cock. With little or no difficulty, she guided the
thick shaft of man sex into the upturned lips of her pussy. The
reddened head of his fat glans disappeared into her cunt. Michael One's
hips jerked a little and the remainder of his meaty shaft vanished
within the youthful belly of his lover, his stepdaughter.

Diana watched with trembling excitement as the couple's hips took up
that age-old rhythm. Thick and hard, the stiff length of his cock
pulled out of her body. The wet, pink lips of her pussy followed it,
flowering outward. Then he jerked back, slamming into the enticing
luxury of her vagina, forcing the folds of her cunt back in on
themselves.

Michael One's hands were eagerly working on the summery slickness of
Paula's tits, much to her delight. Her head was arched back and her
mouth was wide, the pinkness of her tongue flicking wildly behind her
lips.

Kate was equally occupied by her stepbrother, Bryan, who had once again
found himself a willing ass to plug the aroused length of his boy-man
cock into.

Bending over the couch as Diana had done yesterday, when Bryan had so
expertly reamed her own ass with his prick, Kate accepted the lunging
plunges of man meat Bryan sent shafting into the tiny hole of her anus.
She could see the young girl's buttocks tense each time the youth threw
himself forward, slamming into her body. Over and over their bodies
popped together in a vigorous display of youthful sexual energy.

At the rate they were going at it, Diana realized it would only be a
matter of moments before Kate was experiencing her second orgasm of the
day.

If Diana had had any doubts about Lorraine and Michael's mutual
attraction, they were quickly put to rest as her vision moved to the
chair positioned opposite the couch. Both Lorraine and her husband had
shed their clothes as had the rest of the family. The big- titted woman
sat back in the chair with her legs spread wide, while Michael knelt on
the floor before his stepmother.

Diana watched, seeing the long, pink length of her husband's tongue
slowly snake out and teasingly weave exciting circles over the bare,
shaven lips of the blonde-headed beauty's pubis. The tip of his tongue
left a moist trail of saliva as it worked, slackening the naked mound
of her sex.

Then he playfully ran the taunting tongue tip up and down the dark
crease of her labia. Again and again, he laved over the lips without
dipping into the quivering and slightly pouting mouth of her body.

When he did, Lorraine's reaction was one of definite pleasure. The
sandy blonde whimpered in the high-pitched voice of arousal. Her hands
reached down and grasped the back of his head, pushing his face into
the sleek lips of her pussy.

Immediately, his tongue increased its lapping and probing. In and out,
in and out, he speared the softness of his oral digit. Her hips writhed
and swayed, doing all sorts of hunching motions, trying to force even
more of his tongue into her cunt.

Definitely sexy! she moaned mentally. Watching one's husband make it
with another woman is definitely sexy!

Everyone was accounted for, except for brother Jim, she noted, glancing
around the room, trying to find her most recent acquaintance in the
Hightower family. She found him leaning in the doorway of the den,
watching the various samplings of carnal delights presently underway.
He was naked like the rest of the family and sported one very rigid and
one very much in need cock that jerked and throbbed eagerly from the
dark forest of pubic hair spouted over his crotch.

His eyes eventually turned to her. He smiled, unsure, but very much
interested in the only unoccupied woman in the room. Diana returned the
smile and raised her arm to him. Grinning now, he hastily crossed to
her, straddling her body as she lay on the floor. Bending a little, he
took her hand and pulled her up to a sitting position. The long
hardness of his cock bobbed but an inch or two from her face---and her
mouth!

She didn't wait for him to ask for what he obviously wanted. Her long,
glistening pink tongue darted out from behind her lips. It brushed
tantalizingly over the smooth, gorged head. Then she kissed the
straining glans. He moaned and his knees quivered.

She rolled her eyes up to him and received a grateful smile in return.
Then she returned her attention back to the swollen bigness of his sex.

Her tongue went back into action, slickening up and down the underside
of the shaft that jutted sharply into the air. Simultaneously, her hand
glided sensuously over the insides of his spread thighs, drifting with
taunting slowness upwards. She tickled her way to his scrotum and
played there, as he continued to stare down fascinated by her every
action.

He watched her head move back and forth and her sleek wet tongue dance
worshipingly across the knob-like crown of his prick. He listened to
the little wet oral sounds she made as she sucked away the clear drops
of sexual juices that welled from the center of his glans.

Her hand cupped his testicles, gently playing with their weighty size.
He groaned and his legs quivered some more as she worked his aching
balls around on her fingertips.

As he watched, her lips formed a puckered little opening. The fingers
of her free hand reached up and wrapped around the base of his shaft,
edging downward, gliding it to her waiting mouth. He groaned, as he
watched the turgid, throbbing head of his cock slide into the round
hole formed by her luscious, deep pink lips.

Her tongue taunted the underside of his glans, then swirled wildly
around the sensitive cock tip. Another series of sexy slurping oral
noises rose to his ears, adding to the alluring submission of this
woman, his sister-in-law, was giving to him.

He was hard and thick and aroused. He intently watched her lips move
forward, enveloping him. He wasn't sure which thrilled him more;
watching the predatory lips take his length, or the damn fantastic
feeling of her mouth working so marvelously on his cock.

His ass tightened and he eased himself forward, feeding her a couple
more inches. She accepted it willingly, allowing him into the warm
haven of her mouth. His shaft disappeared in her face and the throbbing
crown of his rod nudged at the back of her throat. Her breaths were
deep, her nostrils flaring as she fought off the urge to gag under the
ponderous mass of cook she now held in her mouth.

Slow and deliberately, she slid her head back off the pole of pulsating
flesh. Her tongue whirled and swirled in exciting flourishes around his
swollen circumference. The moist, feather- like caresses played havoc
with his control, but he forced himself to remain stiff and allowed her
to take her time and give all the pleasure she so obviously knew how to
administer.

His cock jerked and jumped eagerly around in her mouth. Her teeth
clamped down around him and she sucked swallowing the saliva filling
her mouth. Also savoring the very manly taste of the preseminal fluids
that mingled delightfully in her mouth.

Reaching the blood-gorged tip of his prick, her lips tightened and
squeezed like a strong elastic hand, forming a straining white ring
around the thickness of his cock. She eased her puckered lips back over
him. Still unable to move his eyes from her, he watched, testicles
aching, as his slackened length of manhood vanished into the humid
cavern of her mouth.

Changing her approach, she pulled up from his rod of meat in a fast,
fire-igniting motion. Her teeth bit down into the super- sensitive
glans. She nibbled and licked the bulgy arrowhead, relishing its feel
as if it were some rare tidbit of sexual delight especially grown for
her. Then she slid up and down on the saliva-slickened pole, allowing
it to bury itself in her face, then evacuate her mouth, over and over.
She sucked. She sucked, showing the pleasure she took in performing the
oral task of satisfying his throbbing staff of desire.

In and out, she sucked. Out and in, she licked. He watched her head bob
in rhythm with the entrance and exit of his cock. His buttocks were
boulders of aroused tension that swayed with the sliding tempo of her
mouth. He cradled her head lovingly, fully appreciative of the tender
care she was giving him. He moaned and groaned. His body trembled,
fighting desperately to prolong the prodigious sensations she was
creating in his loins. At the same time, his balls were seething and
burning with a rising tide of come. His scrotum was taut, like
stretched leather on a frame. His balls throbbed as he fought to hold
back the oncoming explosion of lust.

Realizing the fever of his urgency, she rocked back and forth,
sheathing and resheathing her mouth on his lust-pulsing shaft. Faster
and hotter, her mouth sucked. With growing, greedy vigor and ardent
desire, she licked at his thickness.

Fire, boiling liquid flames, shot up from his balls and jetted free,
writhing and lashing into the warm receptacle of her mouth. Lust
unleashed exploded from the depths of his groin, rushed up through his
shuddering cock, finally gushing from the small, mouth-like slit on the
crown of his prick. Hot, white, steaming, creamy come blasted out.

Her lips quivered with excitement. Her delicate nostrils flared widely.
He emptied himself into the willing oral chalice. He groaned as the
thick flood of sperm and semen scalded over the soft, pink tongue that
still lovingly caressed him. He moaned as the burning eruption of
sexual cream splattered and coated the roof of her mouth. He grunted as
the heavy, fiery eaves spurted down her throat drenching her tonsils.

With his shaft firmly embedded in the moist interior of her mouth, the
orgasm-racked tips of his glans pushed at the back of her throat.
Eagerly she drank every drop he had to offer, sucking up and devouring
the heated liquid of his groin. Her throat bobbed and trembled as she
swallowed over and over. She downed each thick blast as fast as she
could to stop from gagging and strangling on his mighty release. She
sucked as his cock jumped and fountained freely within the tender walls
of her mouth. Her cheeks hollowed deeply as she sucked away every
oozing drop from the lust-pounding length of his cock. And when the
violent eruption ebbed, she rolled the thick viscosity of his cream in
her mouth, milking away any traces that might have still been caught in
the throbbing bigness of his sex.

He reached down and eased her lips away from his still jutting shaft.
His cock popped free from her lips and bobbed wildly before her eyes.
It glistened clean and red from the vigorous bath she had given it. He
smiled down at her gratefully, then staggered back a couple of steps
and backed into the wall. Blank-eyed, he stared around the room, then
slowly slid down the wall and just sat there.

Diana chuckled to herself and once more turned her eyes to the rest of
the family.

Michael One and Paula had apparently reached mutual satisfaction. They
were still in each other's arms, lovingly caressing one another.
However, the elder Hightower's prick had definitely lost some of its
vigor and now slept limply at his crotch.

Kate and Bryan had also concluded their ass-to-cock pairing and the
black-headed girl was now on her knees before her stepbrother doing her
damnest to revive his prick. Her naturally red lips were tightly
stretched around his prick, sucking and eating at him.

Only Michael and Lorraine were still in action. Well, she corrected
herself, Michael was at least. Lorraine was lost in the oblivion of
orgasmic ecstasy, writhing and groaning as Michael's tongue unleashed
the consuming flood of lust in her body.

Her husband suddenly pulled his head from the pussy he had so
thoroughly occupied and stared up at his stepmother, a pleased smile on
his lips. He reached up and grasped her hips and slowly pulled her from
the chair. She moaned, but seemed to be unaware of what was happening.

Gently handling her, he positioned her on the floor, spreading her
thighs wide open to him. Diana could see the quivering nakedness of her
shaven cunt. The outer lips of her labia were parted and trembling.
Within the wet slit, she saw the scalloped folds of the inner lips of
her pussy. They, too, were still quivering with the pleasure of her
climax. The palpitating folds dripped with the aroused juices that
flowed from her depths. Her clitoris was extended for what appeared to
be at least a half of an inch. It was thick and throbbing.

As a matter of fact, so was Michael---a fact he apparently meant to put
to good use, Diana thought as she watched her husband.

Clutching at the heavy forms of Lorraine's breasts for support, he slid
atop her and hung above her. His cock, hard and long, lurched hungrily
at the mouth of her belly. His hands brutally crushed the sensitive
tits beneath his fingers. Tortured white flesh squelched up through his
fingers. Lorraine groaned.

Without giving her the slightest indication of his intentions, he
slammed his lust-rigid cock into the desirous mouth of her pussy. He
smacked wetly into the trembling folds of her inner lips. The swollen
tip of his prick rammed its way between the pouting scallops and was
sucked deeply into the juicy interior of her hot body.

Lorraine cried out.

Actually, Diana decided it was more of a mixture of surprise and
pleasure.

Her eyes flared open and stared at her stepson. She started to speak,
but he jerked out of her slick oil-filled, well- lubricated channel,
stiffling the words so that they came out as a long "oooohhhh!" He
smiled down at her. She smiled back.

Her smooth willing sheath of liquid warmth flowered around him. It
clamped tightly and seemed to suck on the swollen length of his cock,
which, in turn twitched and jerked in the heated inner lips of her
hungry slit. It sucked him back into the moist, tight chamber of her
belly. The velvet-textured walls of her vagina rippled impetuously,
fondling his length with thrilling caresses. He hung there above her,
their bodies joined at their fiery cores. He hung there and soaked up
her softness and arousing heat.

He moaned as he pulled himself from the tightening channel. She clung
to him, stretching the sensitive skin of his shaft. He wanted to swing
his hands away from her breasts and fall, crushing into the springy
cushions on her chest. But his determination to finish as he had
started won out. Once again, he was fully intent on fucking this
willing woman, while raised high above her.

With a confident smile on his lips, he swung his hips inward, shooting
his full length into her body. Her eyes closed. A muffled groan gritted
out from behind her pleasure- clenched teeth. That clutching, naked
pussy of hers clung to him, trying to hold him locked within her. He
eased out and plunged back into the humid tunnel. Her breasts quivered
under the grasping grip of his hands, trembly and shivering.

She arched her hips to him. The pouted, wet lips of her cunt reached
out to swallow him, balls and all. Her muscles squeezed and relaxed in
a thrilling exotic rhythm. The movement sent excited currents racing
through the stiff length of his cock. Pressure increased in his balls
as he drove in and out of her saddle of desire.

He increased the power of his knifing thrusts into her sweet, hot hole.
The muscles of his thighs were rock hard, chording beneath the skin of
his legs. His raised position allowed him to use these muscles to boost
the mighty surges of his groin. Their cores met in loud, wet slaps.

She welcomed the thrust and begged for more and harder plunges. He
obliged and flung himself into the clingy cunt with such v******e that
it jarred the breath from her lungs. Little moaning cries trickled from
her throat continuously. Her hands were on his shoulders, pulling him
down. He came falling hard into the cushions of her breasts. Her
fingernails were in his skin, raking and clawing like sexual talons.
Her head jerked from side to side while her tongue washed across his
slickened lips. Her body writhed and twisted with urgency. Her pelvis
leaped up to accept each ramrodding plummet of his swollen cock.

He drilled and reamed into her flowering pussy. He drove with reckless
abandon into the slippery well of her sex. He tried to knock the bottom
out of her cunt. But she just opened up new untouched reaches of her
vagina. Grunting and groaning, he plunged and thrusted. Like an organic
jackhammer, his shaft ravaged her slit of lust.

She came jerking and bucking under him. She contracted and relaxed and
contracted and relaxed over and over. A long, low pleasure scream tore
from her lips. Her vaginal channel was suddenly flooded with even more
juices.

Then he came. The sensation was fantastic. In fact, his whole body
rocked and quaked under the tremendous outgushing of hot semen and
sperm. The walls of her drenched cunt milked at him in the hope of
securing a few more drops that might seep from the head of his cock.

Diana watched as the last throbs of his release passed from her
husband. His deflated organ slowly slithered from his stepmother's
well-pumped pussy. He rolled to his back on the floor beside her. Both
of them panted. Neither had any intention of moving for several
moments.

However, brother-in-law Jim seemed to have regained life. Diana turned
watching the revitalized man push up from his seat on the floor.
Carefully stepping over the still caressing bodies of Michael One and
Paula he headed toward Lorraine.

Michael was barely able to roll out of the way to avoid the descending
foot of his brother, who straddled the still heaving body of his
stepmother. Grinning down at the woman on her back, the youth suddenly
dropped to his knees, then leaned over her with his arms extended. His
cock settled in the deep valley separating the mountainous pillows of
her white breasts.

Without a single word of direction, Lorraine's hands rammed solidly
against the sides of her tits that jutted milky from her chest,
trapping the aroused length of man meat between their cushiony forms.
Jim moaned softly as the pliant flesh enveloped him.

His hips suddenly began to rock back and forth, shafting the angry red
pole of hard cock in and out of the tunnel formed by her mammouth
mammaries.

That Lorraine was ready to satisfy another man so soon after the double
pleasure Michael had set free in her body didn't surprise Diana. The
woman had an incredible appetite for sex. A characteristic her
daughter-in-law realized she shared. Just watching the **** of
Lorraine's magnificent tits sent delighted thrills of sensuous lust
through Diana's loins. It was easy for her to imagine what it felt like
to have Jim's stiff cock gliding back and forth between her own
breasts. An experience she admitted she wouldn't mind having happen.

Lorraine's hands now squeezed hard against the sides of her mountainous
jugs. She squeezed them tightly together, trapping Jim's cock between
the creamy walls of almost flaccid-looking flesh of her tits. Her head
strained upward in an arch that Diana knew must be torturing her corded
neck. Her mouth opened like a gaping cavern, that tried to capture the
inflamed crimson crown of her stepson's prick as he pushed his way
through the soft path formed by her hands and breasts. Both of them
were shaking now, obviously enjoying the tit fucking.

Jim's hips increased their already frantic pace. He hunched into the
woman's chest. He bucked like some wild mustang set on dislodging an
unwanted rider. He groaned and grunted like a mounting stallion. His
cock was burning with the friction of Lorraine's billowy breasts.

She was moaning and groaning. Those supersized tits of hers were just
as sensitive as they looked. Diana wondered if she could get off on
them alone.

She didn't have to wait long to find out.

With a last mighty thrust, Jim rammed his fleshy sword through the
tight-pressed channel of tit. His bulging red glans prodded their way
between the mounds of flesh and jerked into the air, throbbing
lustfully on Lorraine's chin. Hot come fountained in thick, heavy
spurts from the gorged tip of the shaft. Lorraine's mouth accepted the
steaming load, welcoming the taste of her stepson's release.

Diana watched as the blonde's throat quivered and she swallowed. A
major achievement in her strained position. But just as amazing was the
violent quaking that had once more seized the blonde's body. She was
coming! She had been able to get off on Jim's tit fucking!

Abruptly Jim lost his balance and fell from his stepmother. He lay half
on and half off her. His cock stood jerking in the air like a flaming
spike of flesh. Oozing come still welled from its swollen head.

The remaining couples in the room had changed partners, Diana found as
her eyes glanced back around the den.

Michael One was now paired with his own daughter. He had the sexy young
teenager down on her back. His arms were looped under her legs, jerking
them into the air, while his thick cock stabbed in and out of her juicy
little quim.

There was little Kate could do in the restrained position, other than
moan with the filling pleasure of her father's cock. Which exactly was
what the young girl was doing, accepting the deep drilling of the
ponderous rod that slammed in and out of her body.

Still on the couch, Bryan and Paula were lying side by side in the old
position of sixty- nine. Their tongues were working at a frantic pace,
doing their damnedest to satisfy the mounting urges of their young
bodies.

A stir from behind Lorraine drew Diana's attention. It was Michael,
pushing himself to his knees. He glanced around the entangled couple
surrounding him. He smiled with amusement. His eyes then moved to Diana
and his grin broadened.

Rising to his feet, he turned toward her. His cock was already on the
rise again. He stepped over Lorraine and Jim, coming to her.

Diana quivered with anticipation as he lowered himself to the floor
beside her and pulled her to him.

It was going to be a repeat of yesterday, she thought as his tongue
probed deeply toward her throat. A wonderful repeat performance of
Saturday!


Chapter 12

They were waiting for them outside. All of the Hightowers lined up to
say farewell to Michael and his new bride.

Diana kissed each one of them, sexy black-haired Kate, the perky blonde
Paula and her young brother Bryan. Then there was Lorraine and Jim and,
of course, the elder Hightower himself, Michael One. Their kisses were
like no other parting kisses she had ever had before. Each was long and
lingering. Definitely the type of kisses one gives a lover to remember
them by during a long absence.

She didn't mind. They were all her lovers now. And she returned the
embraces with the same enthusiasm in which they were given.

And when all the hugging and kissing and intimate last squeezes had
been completed, they all crowded around the car, as Michael and she
prepared to leave.

"Look, let us know when you're settled in down in Houston," Michael One
said then added, "And take care of Diana, I don't think you'll ever be
able to find another one like her."

Michael grinned. "That's just what I intend to do."

With that they all stepped back and Michael switched on the ignition
and shifted into low, moving around the circular driveway and heading
out of the Hightower estate.

Twisting in her seat, Diana stared out the small back window, waving
her last farewell to her new in-laws. Then as they disappeared behind
the magnolias and eventually the whole estate disappeared behind the
outside wall, she turned back and glanced toward the winding road they
traveled.

Michael reached out and gently squeezed her thigh, "Sweet sorrow and
all that?"

"Mmmmm hmmmm," she nodded, then laughed lightly. "I must admit I'm
going to miss my new family."

Michael grinned, "We'll come to visit often, if you like."

"I'd like," Diana smiled, suddenly realizing that visiting relatives
had a completely new meaning for her.

"Meanwhile, we've got a long drive ahead of us and I need some
directions," her husband said.

Diana punched the button to the glove compartment and pulled out the
travel atlas. Flipping through the pages, she found the map Michael had
previously marked. After she gave him the number of the highway for the
first leg of their journey, she silently traced the remaining portion
of the route to Houston, then flipped to the map of Mex