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Well, chapter 3 is finally finished and I sincerely hope you feel it was worth the wait!


By way of explanation, I do not write a complete series and then decide to post a chapter when I’m in the mood to do so. I post each chapter as I complete it, and then take some time to think about where I can take my characters in the next installment. I also like to review the posts and PMs, and I do make corresponding changes in many cases. I get that many of you think I went overboard with “honey/lover/baby” in the previous chapters, so I’ve backed off on the terms of endearment!


I particularly want to thank the kind person who posted a suggestion to read the story back aloud to myself, to pick up typos and errors that spell-check missed. I did this for this chapter and detected quite a few, I hope all, which has been a source of frustration in the past. So to you I extend a sincere THANK YOU!


I have received so many posts and PMs regarding whether Tony should enjoy the pleasures of Shannon and Tiff!!! I realize far too late that I have successfully painted myself into a very tight corner, and if I had known what a polarizing topic this would become, I would not have created their characters in the first place! The volume of comments has been extremely surprising, with half wanting them included with Cyn and Kat, and the other half pleading that I leave them out and continue with the current thread. It seems whichever way I go I’ll lose fifty percent of my readers!


MY DECISION IS NOT REVEALED IN THIS CHAPTER, BUT WILL BE IN CHAPTER 4! This chapter already contains one significant event, and I have not made a final decision about the twins yet. I will write two alternatives, and post whichever I feel best suits the story to this point. You have my word I won’t involve them in a tragic fatal accident or send them to live with a distant relative, though I was tempted to take the easy way out! Please be patient, I really have no idea how to deal with this aspect right now.


Finally, thank you so much for your encouraging posts and PMs, which have been completely overwhelming. It’s really gratifying to receive your thanks and messages of support, and if I’ve added some color to your lives, then I guess I couldn’t ask for more.


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The alarm woke us early the next morning, its persistent buzzing impossible to ignore, and with some reluctance Kat changed into her PJs and headed back home. She paused at the door, stretching up to kiss me. “Last night was the most amazing night of my life Tony, thank you so much! I never knew it could be so….special!”


“You are an incredible woman Kat, and it was very special for me too!” I assured her. “Now I hate to see you go, but you’d better get home.”


She gave me one of her fabulous smiles. “I’ll message you, bye!”


She left me with warm, pleasant thoughts of last night flickering through my mind, and I went inside and made breakfast. I cleaned up and headed into the garage, moving through a series of stretches before I worked out for an hour, giving the punching bag a solid work-out until I was feeling fit and ready for the day. I showered, got dressed and headed next door, finding Cyn bustling around as she cleaned up and got ready for work. “Good morning!” She smiled when she saw me walk in. “Time for a quick coffee before I have to go?”


“That’d be great thanks!” I replied.


“I’m not going to ask what you and my daughter got up to last night, but she was walking on air as she got ready for school this morning!” Cyn laughed.


“I think that makes two of us honey!” I assured her. “She’s an incredible woman; just like her mother. I just can’t believe she’s only sixteen!”


“They do grow up fast these days don’t they! So what have you got planned for today?”


I pulled my notebook from my back pocket. “A hundred and one little jobs for the hot neighbor I told you about last night.” I laughed.


“The one who pays you with wild, passionate sex? Wow, she’s going to owe you big-time for that!”


We both laughed at her thinly-veiled promise. “That’s what I’m hoping!” I replied.


She looked at her watch. “I really have to go, will you come over for dinner?”


“You’re working till six?” I asked, and she nodded. “Why don’t I take care of dinner tonight?”


She gave me an appreciative smile. “A man who can cook, fix things around the house, and is wonderful in bed; you’re in big trouble mister!”


I gave her a quizzical look. “How so?”


She picked up her bag and walked over, pausing to slide her hand behind my neck as she gave me a long, sensual kiss. “With qualities like that a woman would be crazy to let you go, and I’m not crazy.” She whispered in my ear. “See you tonight lover!”


She breezed out the door with a sexy spring in her step, and I shook my head in amazement, wondering how things could be moving so fast and yet still feel so natural and comfortable. With every day that passed I was coming to realize I’d locked myself away for far too long, but if I hadn’t, I may never have had this chance with Cyn and Kat. Life can be bizarre at times!


I managed to focus on my list of tasks and got started, putting a coat of paint on the door frame before working through room by room and ticking off each job as I finished. When I stopped for a late lunch I was confident I only had a couple of hours to go, then I found a couple of leaking taps that still wouldn’t seal with new washers, so I had to pull the spindles out and reseat them. That cost me an extra hour or so, and I was just putting them back together when the girls arrived home from school.


“Hello, anyone home?” I heard Shannon call out.


“I’m up in bathroom Shannon!” I called to her, and they all trooped in as I got started on the leaky cistern.


“Hi Tony.” Tiff greeted me as I lifted the top clear. “Wow! That looks like a really SHITTY job!”


I laughed so hard I lost my grip on the lid, thanking my lucky stars it was plastic and not one of the old china ones as it clattered on the tile floor. “Tiff, that has to be the worst pun I’ve ever heard!” I chuckled.


She smiled and agreed. “It was pretty lame, wasn’t it?”


Kat was standing behind her sisters, and blew me a sexy kiss knowing they couldn’t see her. I was going to give her a wink, but thought better of it and smiled instead. “Would you like a coffee Tony?” She asked sweetly.


I nodded. “I’d love a coffee thanks honey.”


While she was gone I asked the twins how their day had been, and they told me about school and how they were catching up on Facebook now that their cells were working again. It was great to see them so animated, and I was starting to appreciate why small things that happened in k**s lives made such an impression on their parents.


The twins headed for their room and Kat arrived back with our coffees, so I took a break and sat on the floor with her. “I thought you were going to message me today so your picture would come up.” I said when she settled on the floor beside me.


She stroked my arm softly. “If I tease you all the time you’ll get used to it!” She said with a sparkle in her eyes.


“That’s ok.” I reassured her. “I kept looking at your pictures anyway.”


She laughed. “Did you really?”


“You bet.” I laughed out loud. “I would have been finished hours ago if I wasn’t so distracted!”


She took a glance to make sure the twins weren’t outside, and then kissed me passionately, her tongue exploring my mouth. “Maybe we should take some…..more….interesting pictures?”


“Are you teasing me again?” I asked, totally unsure.


“No baby.” She whispered. “If you want more pictures….any kind of pictures….I’d love to pose for you!”


I had no idea how to respond to that statement, and was thankful our conversation drifted to more mundane topics. “I rang Mom on the way home and she said you’re cooking dinner?” Kat enquired. What have you got planned; can I help?”


She was surprised when I laughed. “Actually, I’m going to cheat. How do you and the girls feel about Chinese take-out?”


She smiled. “We haven’t had take-out for ages. That’d be really cool!”


I checked my watch. “Cyn should be home in about an hour, so I’ll finish up here and then we’ll order dinner, ok?”


“Great! Can I keep you company or would l be in the way?”


“I’d love the company Kat, and you’d never be in the way!” I assured her. I set about replacing the plunger seal and cleaned out the sediment in the bottom of the tank. When it was all back together I gave it couple of test flushes and the leak had stopped, so my list was finally completed. We popped into the twins’ room and I asked if there was anything they wanted done or I’d missed. Tiff wanted a picture hook on the wall for a poster, so I took care of that little task and packed my tools. Kat helped me take my tools back and stow them in my garage, and we headed back over to order dinner.


There was a great local restaurant that offered home delivery, so we checked their on-line menu and phoned our order through. I slipped back over to my place and picked up a bottle of wine, and was just walking back when Cyn pulled up. She gave me a beaming smile and a wave and waited for me to join her. “Just picking up some essential supplies I see!” She greeted me. “So what are you cooking for dinner?”


I gave her an embarrassed smile. “Ummm….Chinese take-out? Be here in fifteen minutes or so. The girls said honey chicken is your favorite?”


She put her hands on her hips. “And here was I thinking you’d be slaving away in the kitchen!” She laughed.


I patted my back pocket. “What can I say? I was feeling lazy and my credit card made me a better offer.”


“Well, that sounds good anyway.” She smiled. “We haven’t had take-out for ages!”


We walked inside and I poured three glasses of wine, figuring Kat would be down sooner or later. Cyn asked how I’d made out with the repair jobs.


“All done!” I announced in a satisfied tone. “Tomorrow I start on the jungle outside.”


She whistled. “Are you sure you want to do that? I mean, I really appreciate it and maybe the neighbors will stop giving me dirty looks, but it’s so overgrown!”


“That’s true.” I responded. “But the longer we leave it the worse it will get, so I may as well make a start.”


“Can I help?” She asked. “I don’t have to start until two tomorrow.”


I nodded. “You bet! I think this will be a case of more hands, less work.”


The doorbell rang and I went to collect dinner as Cyn called the girls and set the table. I put the containers on the table and everyone dived in, and once again I enjoyed the simple pleasures of a family having dinner together.


When dinner was over Cyn cleared the dishes and then took me into the den away from the girls. She looked concerned and perhaps a little uncertain, and I wondered why her previous carefree mood had evaporated so quickly. She took my hands in hers and looked up at me. “Ummm….I need to ask if we can have the night off tonight Tony.”


Her words hit me like a punch to the solar-plexus. “Ok…..sure…..umm….did I do something wrong?” I stammered.


She smiled nervously and shook her head. “Oh no, it’s nothing like that! I need to sit down with the girls and tell them we’re seeing each other, and then see how they feel about that. If you stay over and spend the night then I’m not involving them in this, and after what happened with Bill I don’t want them having any more……unexpected surprises? Part of me would love you to be here, even if only as moral support as I’m pretty nervous! But I think they will be completely honest if it’s just us girls. If you were here they may give us the response they think we want, rather than what they truly feel. Am I making any sense here? I think they’ll be ok as they seem to have really taken to you, and they will never forget how you came to our rescue. But….I….they need to know they have a voice and their feelings are important.”


I gave her a reassuring smile. “You had me worried for a minute honey! I understand and that’s fine, we have to face this sometime so it may as well be now. Will you to call me later and let me know how it goes? Otherwise I’m going to spend all night wearing a track in the floor.”


“Of course, I’ll call as soon as I can, ok?” She reassured me, so I said goodnight to the girls and headed back to my place. I shared Cyn’s sense of nervousness, as the future of our developing relationship depended on what happened in the next hour or so. I felt I got on well with the twins and hoped I’d scored some points with their cell phones, but I had no idea what they would say when Cyn told them we were seeing each other. The more I thought about it, new alternative scenarios kept popping into my head, and I knew it was crazy to speculate but stopping that process was proving difficult. I had butterflies in my stomach and a building headache competing for my attention, and I closed my eyes and took a few deep breaths in an effort to regain control of my racing thoughts.


I finally decided to take a shower, and took my phone with me in case Cyn called. I still hadn’t replaced my bandage, but a quick inspection in the mirror suggested my wound was healing well with no sign of infection. I stood under the shower for quite a while, enjoying the warmth as the water cascaded down my body until I decided to dry off and head back to the den. I was just walking in when my cell buzzed in my hand, finally!


“Hallo?” I said expectantly, hoping I’d be able to pick a positive sign in the tone of her first words.


“Hi Tony.” Cyn responded. “How’s that track going?”


“I’ve worn through the carpet and I’m into the timber now!” I half laughed. “So…..how did it go?”


“Great! In fact, fantastic!” She replied with a soft tinkle in her voice.


I breathed a huge sigh and slumped back on the lounge. “That is good news! I don’t mind telling you….I’m so relieved!”


She laughed. “That makes two of us lover. The girls are completely ok with us seeing each other, in fact Tiff asked if this means you’re going to be her new dad!”


I whistled. “How did you reply to that tricky question?”


“I told her we were going to take it slow and see how things go, and Shannon told me I should stop wasting time and just go for it!” She giggled. She proceeded to take me right through their discussion, and by the time she finished I was wondering why I’d got myself so worked up about it. She asked if we could have a late breakfast together, and suggested I come over around nine. I wished her sweet dreams and headed for bed, sleeping much better than I’d expected.


I slept late the next morning, and just had time to shave, dress and jog across to Cyn’s house by nine. I let myself in and headed for the kitchen, pulling up short when I saw Cyn sitting quietly at the table. She was dressed in a tiny French maid uniform, just as I’d jokingly suggested a few days ago. Her hair was brushed and shining, pulled back in a pony-tail with a lace head piece perched on top. Her makeup was done to perfection, with a black choker around her throat. The sides of her pert breasts teasingly poked from each side of her frilly apron top, and the short skirt may have just covered her pussy when she was standing, but in her current position it didn’t come close. Black fishnets and tall heels completed her outfit, and all I could was whistle.


She smiled and stood, her heels clicking on the tiles as she walked over and kissed me softly. “Good morning lover! Do you like my new outfit?” She whispered as she handed me a glass. “I thought we’d start breakfast with champagne and orange juice, ok?”


I nodded dumbly, Cyn obviously amused at my speechless state. “Where did you get that outfit?” I stammered when I finally managed to unlock my lips.


“I slipped out on Tuesday when I had a break at work, and went and saw your friend Penny at the clothing store. She has some VERY INTERESTING catalogues in her desk!” Cyn laughed. “When I picked out this outfit she rang she the supplier and got them to courier it out, and called me yesterday when it arrived.” She ran a finger nail slowly up and down my arm, leaving a trail of goose-bumps behind. “I could easily become a regular shopper there, if you’re interested!” She teased.


I nodded dumbly. “I’ll call Penny and open an account for you.”


She sat me at the table and I was completely captivated as I watched her move around the kitchen preparing breakfast. She may have been performing mundane tasks, but the way she was dressed made every movement a study in feminine sensuality. My cock was hard and pre-cum was trickling slowly down my shaft, and I squirmed as I rearranged things to a slightly more comfortable position.


She teased me blatantly, allowing a carefree glimpse of her pussy and breasts at every opportunity as we sipped our champagne and ate breakfast. I had no idea what I was eating, as my full attention was otherwise occupied, and she kept up a sexy monologue between mouthfuls of food.


“Do you remember what I told you I wanted Tony?” She asked.


I shook my head. “Ummm…I’m not sure honey!”


“Don’t you remember how I asked if I could kneel before you, and have you fuck my mouth and my throat?” She hissed.


“It’s coming back to me now!” I managed to reply.


“And then I told you that, when you’re just about to cum, I want you to pull out and spray your thick cream all over my face and my breasts? Don’t tell me you’ve forgotten already!”


“I remember! I remember!” I assured her. “But I think I’ll make a hell of mess of your new outfit!”


She gave me a smoldering smile. “That’s why we have something called a washing machine!”


She walked around the table and took my hand, indicating she wanted me to stand. She knelt before me, and smiled as she unhooked the frilly white bodice, allowing it to fall away from her magnificent breasts. She eased my shorts and boxers down in one fluid movement, leaving me naked from the waist down as I kicked my discarded clothing away. She slowly wrapped her hand around my shaft, pulling it carefully down into a horizontal position, before she parted her lips and slid her head forward.


Once again she took my full length deep into her throat in one incredible movement, and I knew I would never get over how easily she could take me. There was not a trace of hesitation, my cock-head simply slid through her mouth and into her throat as her tongue started moving around me.


“Oh my God!” I groaned as I placed my hands on her head. “I can’t begin to tell you how good this feels!” I held her head in place and assumed control, making love to her willing mouth as I slowly increased my pace. I looked down and saw she was using her hands on herself, her fingers sliding in and out of her slick pussy. I was amazed she could pleasure herself and work on my cock as I slid in and out of her wet mouth, and the visual stimulation was bringing my climax closer.


By now I was thrusting as fast as I could, and my release was only seconds away. “Get ready honey, I’m going to CUM!” I slid back from her lips and wrapped my hand around my shaft, pumping furiously.


Cyn looked up at me, her face a graphic picture of lust and expectation. “Do it baby! I want your cum all over me! Paint my face and my tits. I want rivers of your hot juice running down my body!!!”


Her erotic, wanton suggestions were all it took to tip me over. “ARRGGGHHHH!! YES!!” I groaned as the first spray of cum flew from my pumping cock and spattered on her forehead. A second jet sprayed across her cheeks, and a third left a creamy coating over her cherry-red lips. She closed her eyes and squealed as she came with me, her scented spray gushing from her pussy and coating her flying fingers. In the meantime I was still pumping hard, lowering my aim to spray her breasts and hard, protruding nipples. My final spurt landed on her chin and I watched, mesmerized, as it flowed slowly down and hung suspended in the air, before gravity took hold and it dripped down to the cleft between her heaving breasts.


I knelt with her before my legs gave way, and leaned forward, kissing her closed eyelids and using my tongue and lips to gently clean away my thick, hot juices. I was thankful that Julie had helped me overcome any hang-ups I may have had about tasting my own cum, and Cyn stayed completely still as I cleared her eyes. When that was done I kissed her lips, tasting more of my own salty cream. “I can’t believe that every time I’m with you it just gets better and better!” I whispered.


Her eyes flickered open and she looked into mine, taking my face in her hands and kissing me deeply. “And I can’t believe I’ve found a man who’ll clean his own cum from my face like that. That was the…..most erotic thing anyone has ever done for me!!!” She said in amazement. “You really are full of surprises!”


I smiled back at her, quietly thinking that, after the pleasure she had given me it was the least I could do! We managed to get to our feet and sit back at the table, sipping champagne to quench our thirsts.


When we regained our composure I reluctantly suggested that time was passing and there were things to do, so I got dressed as Cyn headed for the shower and we agreed to meet outside. I went back to my place and got the mower out of the garage, making sure I had a full can of fuel, as I figured I’d burn plenty to get her grass under control. Bill hadn’t mowed the lawns for months, and the grass was well over a foot high in places, so this was going be a challenge. Cyn arrived in a pair of shorts and halter top and I suggested she follow me around with a barrow, and when I emptied the grass catcher she could take the cuttings down the back and pile them up against the fence. I raised the mower to the highest setting, pulled the starter cord and got into it.


It was so slow it was painful, as I had to move the mower at a snail’s pace that allowed it to chop through the tall grass without clogging the catcher chute. The other factor was that I was lucky to do a thirty foot strip before the catcher was full and I had to empty it into the barrow, talk about slow going. It took two full hours before we finished the front yard, and like my place, Cyn’s house was set forward on the block which meant the back yard was a lot larger! She gave me an apologetic smile and made a drinking motion, and I smiled and gave her an emphatic nod as I shut the mower down.


She came back with a jug of soda and ice, and poured two tall glasses. We had both worked up a decent sweat, and sat on the cut grass as we drained our glasses thirstily and poured refills. “I’m sorry Tony!” Cyn said in apology as she looked around her yard. “We’ve really let this get out of control haven’t we?”


I gave her a rueful smile. “We’ll just file this under “shit-happens,” ok? Look, if it takes a couple of days that’s fine Cyn. I’ve got the time and there are worse things I could be doing than working outside on a great day like this!”


“Just the same, I feel guilty that you have do all this work for us.” She said, looking a little uncomfortable. “I’m going to have to come up with a pretty special repayment plan for this job!”


“I’m sure you’ll think of something appropriate!” I laughed, as I looked at my watch and tapped the dial. “I hate to break up the party when we’re having so much fun, but you’ll be late for work if you don’t get moving.”


“Damn, time for another shower!” She kissed me and headed inside, while I looked mournfully at the mower before firing it up for another shift. Cyn was back around twenty minutes later, smiling and blowing me a kiss before she headed for her car.


I kept working away, making progress but at a frustratingly slow pace. The pile of clippings was now approaching a small mountain, and I was sure Cyn wouldn’t need to buy garden mulch for years. I ran out of fuel and had to take a trip down to the gas station, and bought a second can which I filled as well. By the time the girls got home from school I was still only halfway through the back yard, and the remaining overgrown section still looked intimidating. Kat brought me a drink and offered to take Cyn’s place as barrow girl, an offer that I accepted with gratitude, but darkness crept in and we admitted defeat for the day with a small section left. I thanked Kat for all her help, and we headed inside for a coffee and a rest. We were chatting away when my skin started to feel itchy, and I couldn’t help but scratch as it spread over my body.


Kat raised an eyebrow as my scratching intensified. “Something wrong Tony?” She asked.


“I’m not sure!” I replied. “I was fine before, but now I’m feeling itchy all over. Look, I think I’ll head home to shower and change. There must be something in the grass that is irritating my skin.”


“I’ll come with you!” She said with a smile, and ran off to tell Tiff and Shannon where she was going before I had the chance to reply. She flew back in, still smiling as I raked my skin with my finger nails, the sensations getting worse by the minute. “Come on Tony, we need to clean your skin before you scratch it away!”


We ran across the lawn to my place, and as soon as I had the door open I was tearing off my clothes and leaving a trail to the bathroom. Kat just beat me inside and turned on the taps for me as I slid my shorts and boxers down and dived in. I scrubbed my skin furiously as she sat on the toilet with tears of laughter streaming down her face. “I’m really glad one of us thinks this is amusing!” I growled.


“Oh God!” She gasped as she smiled at me, struggling to rein in her amusement at my predicament. “I’m sorry Tony honestly, but it was just so funny! Seeing you trying to run, and take your clothes off, and scratching like crazy, all at the same time! Oh God, it was just the funniest sight ever!!!” I had soaped and scrubbed every square inch of skin in record time, and I was finally feeling some relief.


She had finally managed to stop laughing at my plight, but her eyes were still sparkling as she looked at me. “Feeling better now?” She asked, and when I nodded she merely said “Good!” and started taking off her school shoes and socks. She stood and unzipped her skirt, sliding it slowly down her slender legs before hooking her fingers in her panties and repeating her movements. Her eyes never left mine as she unbuttoned her blouse, slipping it from her shoulders before reaching behind to unclasp her bra. With her last piece of clothing gone she joined me in the shower, taking the soap and washcloth from my hands and soaping me down again. “I’m glad you never got around to replacing your bandage, I’ve been looking forward to this for days!” She whispered.


She was softly washing my cock and my balls, and all I could do was lean back against the tiles and groan. My cock was growing harder by the second, and when she finished washing me she handed me the cloth and soap and turned her back to me. I started with her neck and shoulders and slowly worked my way down, loving how she felt so comfortable that she spread her legs as I reached her butt, so that I could lovingly clean her tight rosebud. I worked down to her ankles before lifting one foot, then the other. She turned for me and again I started at her neck, working my way down once more. Her shoulders, breasts, stomach, waist, and legs were soaped and rinsed in turn, before I turned my attention to her sweet, tender pussy. I was done with the soap, sliding my fingers up and down her labia as I moved them apart and slipped a finger inside. She was incredibly wet, though the slipperiness of my movements conveyed that the running water had nothing to do with her aroused state.


She d****d her arms loosely around my neck, and I slid my hands under her butt cheeks, picking her up as though she weighed nothing at all. Her legs wrapped around my waist in a scissor grip, while one slim hand tightened its hold around my neck and the other headed down, searching for my cock. When she found it I felt her fingers wrap around my shaft, before she aimed it toward the place we both wanted it to be.


I lowered her down an inch and felt her slide my cock-head up and down her slippery slit, before she held still and I lowered her a little more. The head slipped easily inside, meeting no resistance at all. Her other hand rejoined the first around my neck. “Fuck me lover!” She whispered in my ear. “Fuck my hot, wet cunt!”


I slid her easily up and down, feeling her grip on my neck increase as I lifted her, and relax as I let her slide down on my shaft. Six or seven strokes was all it took to have my full length sliding deep in her pussy, feeling her juices flowing down and bathing my balls as the water cascaded over us.


She squealed softly in my ear as her first cum rippled through her body, her sweet juices bathing my cock as I slowly picked up speed. I moved so that I could rest her back against the wet tiles and started thrusting harder. “Oh God yes!” She whispered. “I missed your cock so bad last night! I lay in bed and played with my pussy for hours thinking of you fucking me. Fucking my mouth, fucking my cunt, and the way you fucked my tight little ass!”


“Is that so honey?” I hissed. “So what would you like now? Would you like me to pump a huge load of cum deep into your little cunt? Is that you want from my cock?”


“Oh yes! YES!” She groaned. “Fuck my tight little cunt! Pump me full of your hot cum! I want to feel your juices filling me up!!!”


I was thrusting hard now, feeling almost no resistance as I slid deep into her moist pussy. She came again, harder this time, tremors racking her body as her flow increased. I was getting closer, but this time I wasn’t going to warn her of my impending release. “Look at me baby!” I hissed, as my balls tightened in readiness. Her eyes opened and blazed at me as my first spray fired up my shaft and erupted deep inside her. She felt my juices pumping, mixing with her own, and squealed as she joined me, her body shaking as tremors radiated from the point of our intimate connection. We both kept cumming, pumping so much liquid that I felt the pressure build, trying to force my cock free. Despite the water still flowing down our bodies, I could actually feel our juices ooze past my cock and coat my balls, so hot it was bordering on uncomfortable.


I held still, feeling her tremors gradually subside as she clung to my neck, her slender legs still wrapped around my waist. “Oh God. Oh Fuck! Oh my fucking God!!!” She whispered. “I can’t believe how good it feels to have your cock in my cunt!”


I smiled and kissed her forehead. “Making love to you is fantastic Kat! Simply fan-fucking-tastic!!!”


I lifted her slightly, allowing my softening cock to slide free, before gently lowering her down, maintaining my hold until I was sure she could stand. She rested her head against my chest, breathing slowly and deeply. “Can we stay just like this forever?” She whispered.


“Fine with me, but when the hot water runs out it’s going to get pretty damn cold!” I laughed.


With some reluctance we washed each other down again, and turned off the taps. She toweled me dry and I returned the favor, and then she picked up the hair-dryer and worked it over my head before drying her long, blonde tresses. We dressed and headed back to her place, strolling across the lawn hand-in-hand.


As we walked across we met Cyn coming over, an anxious look on her face. “Are you ok Tony? The girls said you some kind of strange itching attack!”


Kat started laughing again. “It’s ok Mom, but it was sooo funny! Tony started itching and scratching; we figure it must have been something in the grass. Anyway, he had to run over and have a shower to wash it off!”


I was looking embarrassed as Cyn smiled. “Well, as long as you’re all right now.” She said.


“I’m fine, but it was pretty weird!” I replied. “We ran out of light and Kat made me a coffee, and we were just sitting in the kitchen when the itching started, and by the time I got to my place I couldn’t scratch fast enough. My whole body felt like it was on fire, and Kat found it highly amusing!” I laughed.


Before that topic went any further Tiff appeared with Cyn’s cell. “Mom!” She called out. “It’s the Sherriff for you.”


Cyn took the phone, and a look of concern came over her face as the Sherriff spoke. We couldn’t hear what he was saying, but we slowly walked inside and sat in the den as their discussion continued for several minutes, before Cyn looked at me. “Actually, Tony’s here now Sherriff. Would you like to speak to him?”


She handed me the phone. “Hi Sherriff, another late night for you?” I enquired.


“I’m afraid so Tony. I’m sorry to be calling so late, but as I just explained to Cynthia there’s good news and bad news. The three men who showed up on Saturday night are pleading guilty and assisting the Feds with some other matters, so they’re being transferred out tonight. The number and serious nature of their charges means the only concession they’ll receive is whether they do hard time in a maximum security penitentiary, or slightly easier time in medium security, so they’ll never trouble you again.”


“That’s obviously the good news Sherriff, and I thank you for that. I’m sure Cyn and the girls will sleep better, and I feel more comfortable knowing they’re out of circulation. I guess that brings us to the bad news?”


He went on. “Bill has decided to plead not guilty, which means we’re looking at a jury trial. We had a case listed for tomorrow where the defendant has decided to plead guilty at the last minute, so Judge Jensen has moved Bill’s case up. I’ll need Cynthia, Katrina and you in my office at nine am please, as we have some things to discuss before we head across to the court house by ten.”


“Sure thing Sherriff, we’ll be there.” I assured him. “I can’t believe he’s pleading not guilty.”


“Neither can I Tony.” He agreed. “But he does have that right under the law, and he’s looking at a sentence of ten years plus if found guilty, so I guess he figures he has nothing to lose.”


When the Sherriff put it that way it was a little easier to understand, but I privately detested that Bill wouldn’t “man-up” and take responsibility for his deplorable actions. Then he went on. “It’s up to you whether you bring Tiffany and Shannon along, though personally I don’t think it’s a good idea. This could be confronting for them and reopen some bad memories, but that’s just how I feel about it, I can’t make that decision for you.”


“I agree.” I assured him. “But that’s really Cyn’s call.”


“There’s one more thing Tony.” He continued. “As I’ve told Cynthia, she and Katrina have the right to present Victim Impact Statements, but they’re under no obligation to do so. Unfortunately you don’t, as you weren’t directly affected by the crimes Bill has been charged with.”


“I’ve never heard of that Sherriff, what’s that all about?” I asked.


“It was introduced a few years and I’m a supporter. The victims of crime now have the opportunity to present a statement to the court and the defendant about how they were affected by the crime. Psychologically it can be very positive, as it gives the victim an opportunity to tell the perpetrator exactly what damage has been done, and to clear the air and hopefully move on with their lives. If the verdict is guilty, the judge will take this statement into consideration when he passes sentence. As I said, there’s no obligation to do this, it’s up to the person concerned.”


I was still thinking this through, but I could see it had some merit. “I understand how that could help, and I’ll talk to Cyn and Kat about it. Is that it?”


“Yes, I think that’s more than enough. I’ll see you tomorrow.”


“Thanks Sherriff. Good night!” I replied.


I handed Cyn her cell and gave her a concerned look. “Are you ok?” I said softly.


She gave me a tentative half-smile. “Ummm….I guess so? I knew this day was coming….but tomorrow? That’s awful sudden!”


“It sure is.” I agreed. “Do you want to talk about it?”


“I think so, but…..I should put dinner on…so after….?” She replied hesitantly.


I went over and held her gently. “I’ll be there with you and I’ll do anything I can to help you through this. You know that don’t you?”


I felt her head nod against my chest, and her arms wrapped around me and squeezed. “I’ll need you tomorrow.”


“This is not my place but….would you like me to talk to Kat about the victim statement?” I said hesitantly, unsure where the boundaries lay for something like this.


She nodded again. “If you could do that I’d really appreciate it!”


She eased free and headed for the kitchen, so I went over to Kat. “We need to talk, can we go to your room?”


We went to her room and sat on the bed, and I related the details of the Sherriff’s discussion. She was clearly relieved that Bill’s visitors were going away for a long time. “Thank God!” She whispered. “I never want to see those men again!!!”


“That makes five of us!” I agreed, and I proceeded to tell her about the Victim Impact Statement. I explained it precisely as the Sherriff had with me, talking about the potential benefit in helping her move on, and stressing she was under no pressure whatsoever to do this.


She smiled at me and rested her hand on my knee. “I love the way you care about us Tony! What do you think I should do?”


“Kat, do you believe I see you as a woman, and not a c***d?” I asked, and she hesitated for a second before she nodded. “Then you don’t need me to make that decision for you. Think about it over dinner if you need to, but the only advice I would offer is to trust your own judgment. If you think you’ll feel better by doing this, then that’s what you should do. If the idea makes you feel uncomfortable, then don’t do it.”


Her eyes glistened. “Ok, I’ll think about for a while….but……I think it might help if I do it!”


“Whatever you decide is fine honey!” I assured her, and we headed back to the kitchen.


Cyn seemed to have recovered from the initial shock and was busily preparing dinner. I sniffed the air. “That smells great! What’s for dinner?” I asked.


“Spaghetti bolognaise.” She replied, before laughing as she added. “The meat was on special!”


The mood at dinner was understandably subdued, and I came the conclusion that the Sherriff’s short notice was probably a good thing, as it didn’t give Cyn and her girls too much time to think about it. But I also realized I was not one of the people looking to send a husband and father to prison, regardless of how much he deserved to be there. Tomorrow was going to be a difficult day.


I helped Cyn clean up and then took her into the den. “I understand this is not the night for me to take you to bed and make love to you.” I told her. “So, do you want me go home and pick you up in the morning….or would you rather I stay and keep you company?”


She squeezed my hand. “I’d love the company Tony, thanks. I don’t think I want to be alone tonight.”


I made her a coffee and we talked for quite a while, before tiredness crept over us and we headed for bed. I lay beside her, feeling the warmth radiating from her body, and we drifted off to sleep.


The next morning Cyn prepared a light breakfast as no one had much of an appetite. Tiff and Shannon were not impressed with having to go school, and both made it clear they felt the family should be together. Cyn was equally convinced that she didn't want them in court and I respected the no-win aspect of her decision. Thankfully they were mature enough to realize she was protecting them, and each gave her a particularly warm hug before they headed for school. Tiff motioned for me to follow her, so I walked them to the door.


Her eyes locked onto mine and I was surprised at the intensity of her gaze. "Shannon and I are not even close to happy about this Tony!" She said quietly, but with a clear determination in her voice.


"That's for sure!" Shannon agreed with a similar level of vehemence, before Tiff continued.


"The only reason we're not inside arguing the point right now is that Mom and Kat have more than enough to deal with today, and we know when Mom makes a decision she normally sticks by it."


This strength and determination was a side of them I hadn't seen before. I realized I had been so wrapped up in my relationship with Cyn and Kat that I'd completely underestimated them, and I needed to stop treating them as k**s.


"I'm not going to try and change your Mom's mind, but that's not why you wanted talk to me is it?" I said, thinking as I spoke.


Tiff shook her head. “No it’s not. We need to know that you’ll take care of Mom and Kat today, and that’s not a little-k** “you look after my Mommy and big sister” statement. Dad did unspeakable things to Shannon and I, but Kat and Mom bore the brunt of his sick behavior. You need to step up today, and ensure you do whatever it takes to support them. And we’re not moving until we have your word on that!”


They looked at me with expressions that I wouldn’t say were defiant, but clearly determined. “That’s more than fair.” I assured them. “You have my word I’ll do whatever I have to, and I’ll message you both as soon it’s finished. Are you ok with that?”


The glanced at each other and nodded. “Thanks Tony.” Tiff replied. “Don’t forget to message us!” They headed off to the bus stop and I smiled and shook my head. I had a pair of determined, protective young women to contend with on top of everything else, though I did admire their spirit!


We drove into town and met the Sherriff, and he took us into his office and introduced us to Jeff, who was the prosecutor assigned to Bill’s case. Jeff asked if we had been involved in a court trail before, and when we all gave negative replies he patiently explained the process. He took us through opening arguments, jury selection, and how the charges would be read out and Bill would have to enter a plea of guilty or not guilty for each charge.


“Don’t we already know Bill is pleading not guilty?” Cyn asked.


Jeff nodded. “Yes we do, but he still has to formally respond to each charge so that it is recorded in the court transcripts.”


“Seems a waste of time to me!” Cyn replied.


Jeff smiled. “To be honest I agree completely!” He went on the explain how our statements and the police reports would be entered into evidence, and the attending Police officers would testify as to what they found, and any statements Bill or we had made at the time. He gave us a rueful smile. “Then it will be your turn. I don’t want to alarm you, but I do need to prepare you for your turn in the witness box. Unfortunately Victoria Sommers is the court-appointed public defender, and she is an aggressive attorney trying to build a reputation by taking on difficult cases, and winning some of them! There are no guarantees at trial, but this case is as close to a slam-dunk as they get. Her tactics will be to discredit the evidence or find a procedural error somewhere, or to pressure you into changing your testimony under cross-examination.”


We must have all looked concerned at that piece of information, and he gave us a reassuring smile.


“I can’t predict exactly what her tactics will be, but there are some that you can use yourselves. Do not allow her to pressure you or bully you into changing your testimony. If she asks the same questions, just wording them differently, you just keep on giving the same answer. The judge understands that many witnesses have never been in court before, and he will be sympathetic, so if an attorney crosses the line or pushes too hard he’ll instruct them to back off or move on. Judge Jensen is one of the best I have ever seen, and he will ensure Bill gets a fair trial, but he won’t allow witnesses to be pushed too far by the defense or the prosecution! Another tactic you can use is time, so if you need a moment or two to get your thoughts together, then you should take it. If you want a sip of water before you give an answer then that’s fine too. The judge won’t allow you to waste time, but he won’t condone attorney pressure to try and trip you up, ok?”


We all nodded, but I was sure we didn’t look particularly convincing.


“Just remember that you are not on trial here.” Jeff went on. “We are here to hopefully close an unfortunate period in your lives, and I have the greatest respect for what you went through, and that you’ve come here today to see that justice is done. You have my word that I’ll do everything I can to make tomorrow the first day of a better life for you all.”


There was nothing more to say, so we headed for the courthouse. We were shown to our seats and Bill was led in with handcuffs around his wrists. When he was seated the court officer removed his cuffs, and Bill rubbed his wrists as he conferred with a woman who must have been his attorney. A court officer announced Judge Jensen, and he came through a side door as we all stood, taking our seats when he had taken his place on the bench. The proceedings got underway much as Jeff had told us, and I was interested to see that Victoria used all of her jury challenges to remove as many women as possible until she had exhausted her allocation.


Reading the charges took quite some time, and Bill and Victoria stood as they were read out, Bill pleading not guilty to each charge. The statements and police reports were entered, and all too soon it was my time to take the stand. I swore my oath and took my seat, and I’d be the first to admit I was perspiring freely.


Things started off easily enough, as Jeff took me through my testimony and the events of that fateful night. He was clearly a very capable attorney, and his questions were framed to paint a very graphic picture for the members of the jury. When I glanced across I could see them leaning forward, listening intently to my answers. When he finished I felt things were going well, and then Victoria commenced her cross-examination.


“Mr. Allen, I see you’re very experienced in martial arts. Tell me, why would an average, middle-aged man devote so much time to improve his skills in such an anti-social, aggressive activity?”


I took a deep breath, remembering Jeff’s words about dealing with forceful attorneys. “That is nothing more than a common misconception.” I replied, keeping an even tone in my voice. “There are many different forms of martial arts. The majority, including the discipline I follow, have three points of focus. They are mental discipline, physical fitness, and the ability to defend yourself.”


She smiled at the jury and then looked back at me. “That sounds like a line from a PR flyer! You say the discipline you follow teaches self-defense, and yet you went over to the Weston house, kicked the front door in, and attacked four men, breaking the leg of one man in three places! I would hardly define that as self-defense Sir! I put it to you that you were the aggressor, and you entered private property with the intention of inflicting as much damage as you could!”


Ok, now I knew where she was going and my blood pressure was increasing. If she was going to portray me as the aggressor I was determined to take that approach out of play. I took a slow sip of water from my glass and a couple of deep breaths…..and then I smiled back at her. “To be candid I’ve never read a PR flyer for a martial arts school so I can’t comment on what they say. To address your specific points, I heard a disturbance at the Weston’s house and went over to investigate; when I heard screams coming from inside the house I attempted to open the door, found it was locked, so I forced it open. When I entered the house I saw one man with his penis in Katrina’s vagina, and another attempting to put his penis into Katrina’s mouth. I apologize if the way I’m describing this makes anyone feel uncomfortable, but that is precisely what I saw. I told the men they should leave, they refused. They came at me so I dealt with them. I categorically refute your suggestion that I was the aggressor, as that is simply not the case. I believe I did break the leg of one man, but I assure you that was not my intention and only occurred due to his aggression. As I dealt with each man and determined they were no longer a threat I took no further action against them. With Katrina’s help I secured them and called the police. You seem to have conveniently overlooked that it was four against one, and my primary concern was to ensure I didn’t go down. Had I done so, the consequences for the Cynthia and her daughters would have been extremely serious.”


She seemed unconcerned about my response. “Tell me Mr. Allen. Do you enjoy other physical contact sports? Do you watch boxing, cage fighting, or any other forms of male combat?”


“Not only do I not watch them or participate in them, I find them offensive.” I replied. “The idea that men, or women, would attempt to render an opponent u*********s to win money, or for television ratings, is simply deplorable.”


She tried a few other lines of questioning which I managed to deal with, until she told the judge she had no further questions. Jeff gave me a smile and subtle thumbs-up as I walked back to my seat, and then Cyn was called.


Once again Jeff led her through events, and then Victoria took her turn. If I thought she’d given me a hard time it was nothing compared to way she attacked Cyn, and it was all I could do to stay in my seat, and not leap the wooden railing and wrap my hands around her throat. Her approach was to insist Cyn was an incapable mother, who had knowingly allowed things to continue and even condoned Bill’s actions. Again and again she asked Cyn why she had not called the Police, c***d Services or any other agency. Cyn was trembling and her face was white, but she held her nerve and told the court how Bill had repeatedly assaulted her and girls, and threatened to hunt them down and kill them if they ever tried to leave. She explained that they had no money to fund an escape, nor did she have relatives she could call on for support.


I didn’t know how much more Cyn could take, when Judge Jensen intervened. “Councilor!” He said firmly. “I’ve given you more than enough latitude with this line of questioning, move on!”


Victoria wasn’t done, and I grudgingly acknowledged she wasn’t short of courage. “You honor, I feel this is a critical factor in this case, and I haven’t completed this line of questioning. This may give me grounds for appeal if I’m not permitted to follow through.”


Judge Jensen’s face clearly conveyed that she had crossed the line. “Approach the bench!” He snapped, and Victoria finally realized she had gone too far as she hesitantly walked over. Surprisingly the judge made no attempt to cover his microphone, so the court heard every detail of a brief but direct one-sided discussion. “Councilor, you have questioned my direct instructions, and then threatened me with an appeal. Unless you withdraw that inference immediately I will hold you in contempt, and give you a night in the cells to reconsider your position. I will also lodge a report with the Bar Association about your unprofessional conduct in my court!”


Victoria’s face was ashen, and she appeared to be shaking. “My apologies your honor, I withdraw my remark and sincerely regret making it. Ummm…..I have no further questions for this witness.”


The Judge told her she could step back, and then smiled at Cyn. “The witness is excused; you may return to your seat….and the court thanks you for your tolerance.”


There were no further witnesses so the Judge called for closing arguments. Jeff stood in front of the jury box and presented what I felt was a very strong close, making eye contact with each juror as he referred to the strength of the evidence, the testimony provided, and the nature of the brutal crimes Bill was accused of committing. By comparison Victoria didn’t seem to connect with the jury, but nonetheless did her best to create an element of reasonable doubt, referring again to my supposed aggression and Cyn’s failure to look for outside help, citing a variety of agencies that, she claimed, could have intervened.


When she had finished the Judge looked at Cyn and Kat. “Mrs. Weston, Katrina, before the jury retires to consider their verdict, you have the opportunity to provide the court with a Victim Impact Statement. Has this been explained to you, and do understand you are under no obligation to do so?”


They both stood and nodded. “Yes your honor.”


“Mrs. Weston, do you wish to make a statement to the court?” He asked in a kindly tone.


Cyn and I had discussed this, and while she could see the potential benefit she was very unsure she could make it through without breaking down, and had finally decided against it. “No, your honor, but thank you.” She replied, and he smiled and nodded.


“Katrina, would you like to make a statement to the court?”


“Yes please your honor.” She said softly.


A court officer led her to the witness box and poured a clean glass of water. Judge Jensen gave her a kindly smile before looking at Bill. “The defendant will rise and face his daughter. Katrina, in your own time, and whenever you’re ready.”


Bill stood but couldn’t make eye contact with Kat, and I could feel Cyn’s fingernails digging into the palm of my hand as she squeezed, her eyes locked on her daughter. Kat unfolded a slip of paper from her purse, took a steadying sip of water, and looked at her father.


“Dad. You brought me into the world and for many years you were my hero. You were the man who disciplined me when I did something wrong, and praised me when I did something right. You came to my open days at school, you cheered me on at sports, and you and Mom taught me values that I’m only just coming to appreciate. You taught me right from wrong, good from bad, the value of kindness and consideration, and how to stand up for myself and my sisters.”


She paused for another sip of water, and looked at Cyn and I with misty eyes before looking back at Bill.


“But lately you’ve taught me other things; things that have hurt me and caused me to lie awake at night, wondering….why….you would do these things to me.” She paused for a second, and before she continued I realized that I couldn’t hear a sound, this room full of people was absolutely and totally silent. “You’ve taught me about fear and about pain, and the sting of your hand across my face and my body. You’ve taught me that alcohol can turn a person I’ve known all my life into a b**st that I just want to run from, and keep running until my legs give out. You’ve taught me what it feels like to be truly helpless, as I’ve watched you take out your rage on my mother, my sisters, and me.” She paused again, and I could see tears streaming down her face. Once again I wanted to jump the railing, but this time for an entirely different reason. Cyn was sobbing quietly, and I put my arm around her shoulders in an attempt to comfort her. In the meantime Kat took a trembling breath and kept going. “You taught me about degradation, how it feels to be treated like a worthless piece of flesh, and sold to strangers as if I were a common prostitute. But worst of all, you took my virginity, my once-in-a-lifetime gift from God. The one thing you and Mom told me to hang onto for as long as I could, and give as a gift to a person I believed genuinely loved me. You took this as though it meant nothing, and then you took my sisters’ as well!”


She lifted her head, dropping her piece of paper, her lips trembling as she looked at Bill, who was quietly sobbing and incapable of meeting her gaze.


“I cannot forgive you for what you have done, and I want you to know I no longer have a father. I will not write to you, I will not visit you, and I will NEVER have any contact with you for as long as you live. I hope one day I will fall in love and marry a decent man, as I now know what that quality is. I hope to have c***dren, but for as long as there is breath in my body they will never be exposed to someone like you. Goodbye Dad, Goodbye forever.”


Kat stood there, tears streaming down her cheeks, looking at her father as he sobbed uncontrollably. I was no better, tears rolling from my eyes, and when I looked around the courtroom there were men and women openly crying, or dabbing their eyes with tissues. Even Judge Jensen looked be having difficulty retaining his composure, and he briefly banged his gavel. “Ah…thank you Katrina…..I think it’s appropriate if we have a ten minute recess.” He said as he stood, and he left the courtroom before the bailiff had time to tell us to stand.


Kat came over and hugged us as we cried, and we stood holding each other until we started to regain some semblance of control. We went out into the hallway and sat on a bench, feeling completely numb from our ordeal, and while there were so many things I wanted to say, I couldn’t find the words. I was sitting between them and put arm around each, drawing as much comfort from having them close and I hoped they were getting from me. I felt drained, completely inadequate, as though I had let them down in the worst possible way, so we sat in silence until the bailiff came out and told us the Judge would be back in a minute.


We took our seats, praying this was almost over, and the bailiff called “All rise!” as Judge Jensen returned to his place on the bench.


Before he could speak Victoria stood and looked to the Judge. “Your honor, if it pleases the court, my client would like to change his plea, and enter a plea of guilty on all charges. I would ask that it be recorded that this is against the advice of counsel, but my client is insistent.”


The Judge glared at Victoria and Bill. “The defendant will stand.” Bill got slowly to his feet. “This is highly irregular, particularly in view of what your family has endured today through your original plea of not-guilty. Are you now certain you want me to record a change of plea to guilty on all charges?”


Bill nodded. “Yes your honor.”


“Very well. Mrs. Weston, Katrina, Mr. Allen, would you stand please?” We took our feet, wondering what was about to happen. Judge Jensen smiled at us before looking directly at Kat. “Katrina, I have served on the bench for more years than I care to remember, and I am also a father, though my daughters are somewhat older than you. However, I have never heard a more moving, eloquent statement than the one you delivered today, and I have no doubt what motivated your father to change his plea. I hold your conduct today in the highest regard, and you have my personal respect for the way you have conducted yourself under extremely difficult circumstances. You are fine young woman, and you have my sincere best wishes for the future.”


“Thank you your honor, it means a great deal to hear you say that!” Kat replied.


The Judge smiled at her again and looked at Cyn. “Mrs. Weston, you don’t need me to tell you what a fine young woman your daughter is, in fact I’m sure you’d happily tell me all about her. However, what I do wish to convey is that, regardless of what may have been suggested in this court room today….” He paused for a brief but pointed stare at Victoria before he continued “young people like Katrina are the result of consistent, quality parenting. It is clear that you had no opportunity to change or minimize the events that have brought you before me today, but my wish for you is that you leave with no doubts regarding your capacity to raise and protect your family. The only proof you should require is standing beside you.”


“Thank you your honor. My family and I are very grateful.” She said quietly.


“You’re most welcome, which brings me to you Mr. Allen. Your actions typify all that is right and wrong with our nation today. This nation was founded by people who believed in the values of community, and being prepared to help their neighbors in times of adversity. Sadly these values are often forgotten or ignored, particularly in our cities. My views may be seen as old-fashioned, but I like to think that those of us in smaller communities still believe these are qualities worth keeping, and passing to our c***dren. You put yourself in a position of great personal danger to help your neighbors, to the extent you were wounded in doing so. If not for your intervention the outcome would have been far worse, and your selfless actions do you great credit. You have the thanks of this court, and deserve the same from this community Sir.”


“Thank you honor. If I may say Sir, being here today has restored my faith in our system of justice.”


He gave me a smile but didn’t respond. “You may be seated.” He said to us before turning to Bill who was still standing, and Victoria now stood up beside him. “Mr. Weston, the crimes to which you have pleaded guilty are the most heinous, reprehensible crimes that could be committed under the law. You occupy a position of trust under God and the law as a father, husband, and member of this community. You have violated that trust by your conduct against the very people you are supposed to protect against this form of abuse. You have systematically victimized