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Second Time Through - Book IChapter 40: Catherine & Liz free porn video
Saturday, May 29, 1971
The rain was beating a steady tattoo on the metal roof of the Lodge when I woke up. My bladder was telling me to get up. But the rest of me wanted to stay under the covers, and listen to the rain until I drifted back to sleep.
Of course, my bladder won.
I scanned for the family as I walked down the hall to the communal showers, noting they were all asleep.
With the warm water of the shower beating down on me, I began to scan the ranch. Mable was in the kitchen at the Dining Hall, along with a helper. There were two hands in the stables, beginning their morning chores. The security people were awake and bored. Anna was with Sandy in her bedroom at the big house. I began looking for the Kapaemala family.
I found them in one of the larger cabins. Jason was in one bedroom, Kalani, Mikeya, and Ileana were in the other. Gerald was in the front room. He was the only one awake. I scanned him, but could get little from him except a steely resolve to protect them.
"Oh well. Maybe Mable will let me have some coffee," I thought.
After taking care of my morning business, I slipped on my running shoes, and headed for the Dining Hall through the rain.
There was a large stack of towels by the door, and I found myself wondering why I had even bothered with a shower as I dried myself again.
Mable was in a good mood, as I hugged her warmly, thanking her for the picnic lunch from yesterday. Without waiting for me to ask, she set a plate of fresh biscuits, along with a jar of local honey, and a cup of coffee in front of me. I ate it all, perched on a stool in the kitchen, catching up on all the gossip of the ranch.
"Anna only wishes the CIA had intelligence this good!" I thought.
"You're up early this morning?" Catherine thought when she sensed me.
"Good morning, Catherine. How is it you always seem to sense my thoughts?" I asked.
"I'm not really sure. But it gives me a good feeling when I hear them. I feel more connected to you, somehow," she replied.
"Are you up?" I asked her.
"Just getting started. I'm a little slow some mornings," Catherine said.
"When you're ready, why don't you join me on the balcony for coffee and a rainy sunrise?" I invited.
"Thank you. I'll see you in a few minutes," Catherine thought back to me. "And I'll take hot tea with lemon."
I had her tea waiting when Catherine arrived. Mable had provided me with a plate of biscuits and homemade jams. I rose to greet Catherine, kissing her on the cheek.
"Have you scanned Randi and John yet?" she asked after she had fixed her tea.
"Randi is still asleep in the same room with John and Sarah. No movement yet," I reported.
"Our lives have certainly changed since you woke up, Michael. I just hope it's all for the better," Catherine sighed.
"So do I," I replied. "I should probably tell you about Sandy though."
"Is something wrong?" she asked
"Just don't be surprised if she and Anna aren't speaking to me," I said before giving her everything.
"I think they'll either get over it or get gone, as Greg used to say," she sighed.
I smiled as I scanned her again, but not too deep. It wasn't like Catherine to sound depressed. She was worried about something, but had it well hidden. I could probably scan deeper, but I knew she would tell me when she's ready. So I left it alone for now.
"You mentioned last night that we needed to talk. Are you up for it now?" I asked.
"That's probably a good idea," Catherine said. "Although last night's revelations could affect our plans."
"I think they are slightly longer term," I said.
"Well, we'll see. As you know, I delayed going home until tomorrow evening. I spoke to Liz and she is coming with me. Sarah and Debbie are staying with you all. You are still scheduled to fly to New York on Thursday. As of now, everyone is coming with you. That includes Grace, Natalie, Helen, and Vickie. Wallace has called a meeting of the full board for Friday, so John and Jeff will be coming up for the weekend as well."
"It sounds like Seven Oaks will be full next weekend," I ventured.
"Oh, there will be plenty of room. But it will be nice to have everyone home again," Catherine said. "Also, I have offered Helen a position as our family nurse. I found out she is very familiar with nutrition and physical therapy and Jeff is scheduled to see his physician in a couple of weeks. Part of her responsibility will be to assist in planning his, and I predict, everyone else's diet and physical training."
"What about Vickie?" I asked.
"For now, Jeff will give her a job at the bank. We've offered her a scholarship to Maryville College, and she was thrilled. But she is not sure what she wants to study.
"After the board meeting, and Uncle Harry's party on Saturday night, we'll need to return to Tennessee. Debbie arranged an appointment for you at Townsend High on Thursday, about transferring. They want to test you to see if you can overcome all the time you missed. This is part of what John says is necessary for your emancipation. Also, we're meeting with the architects on Friday, to begin plans on your new home.
"Don't you mean OUR new home? Or Liz's new home?" I asked.
"No. I meant your new home. Again, part of your emancipation. Besides, Seven Oaks will always be home for Liz and me. She has already spoken with her daughters, and John is drawing up the paperwork. Once you are approved by the board, you will be buying Liz's property. All two hundred forty acres. John and Sarah, and Jeff and Debbie will receive life estates, to live in their homes for the rest of their lives. But they will actually belong to you. Or to a trust that is wholly owned and controlled by you, after you receive your emancipation papers."
"Wow!" I didn't think about all that when I first suggested it," I said. I noticed the first faint light of day, false dawn some called it. I breathed in deeply, becoming one with the nature surrounding the balcony, as I contemplated what Catherine had told me.
"I know you didn't. That's why I've decided to help you," Catherine said.
"I'm glad you did," I told her. "Decide to help me, I mean."
"When you first told me you were not my grandson, I was sad to realize that I had lost him, too. I also think I was disappointed to find out that you had come here from the future, just as Greg did. I considered going back to Seven Oaks with Nicky and letting you make your own way, doing whatever you wanted with Wagner Industries. I thought that, if you were like Greg, I wouldn't be a part of Wagner Industries very much longer," Catherine told me.
"But then I began to see that you are not at all like your grandfather. You are a very unique young man, and not just for your empathic abilities either. You are a genuinely good man, who has a dream and a mission, both of which appeal to me. You have shown me that you are mature enough to listen to others who know more than you, and a willingness to take direction. I have decided I want to be part of what it is you are trying to accomplish, and I believe I have much to offer in getting you on the right path."
"But... ?" I asked. I knew there was something else. I also knew she needed to express it for herself.
Catherine sighed again. "The 'but' is, I am torn. In addition to rekindling my enthusiasm for the future. You made me realize I how much I missed being involved with a man, as well. However, even though I know you're not, to the rest of the world, you appear to be my grandson.
"Your grandfather, for many years before he died, did not come to me often. In the way of love, I mean. So I have missed that for a longer time than you know. And even though it's been many years since I had an active role in planning the future of the company and our family, I found that in doing it again, I really miss the physical pleasures as well."
Catherine paused, tears in her eyes. After a moment, she continued.
"Michael, I know we have teased each other, with you constantly reminding me that you were older than me. And you've been very straightforward in expressing your desire for me. But, I am past teasing now. I am torn because I want you. And despite what you say about your age, or that the rest of the world still sees you as my grandson, I know that you are still only sixteen and have so many young girls that want a part of you as well. I just don't want to fall at the end of your line."
I reached for her hand, which she gave me and gently pulled her onto my lap.
"A line may have a beginning and an end. But what I feel for you, Catherine, is a circle with neither beginning nor end," I told her, truthfully. Then wrapping my arms around her, I kissed her deeply on the lips, not a friendly kiss, but the most passionate kiss I could. Catherine moaned and pulled away.
"Michael! Someone might see!" she cried.
"Let them!" I said. "Let them see that I love you truly and would give up all the others to be with you."
"You have too much to do to be tied to an old woman," she whispered. "Think of your mission."
"You are a part of that mission Catherine," I told her. "I don't know why, but I am certain that you are very important to that mission. Besides, I have told you, you're not old and I am going to have you! As soon as you can accept that, you are going to be mine. Heart, soul, and body. And I can't wait to have your body, Catherine. That is not a tease, but a promise!"
For a fifty-two year old lady, Catherine was in great shape. Her breasts were small and showed very little sign of sagging. Her figure was very petite and decidedly feminine. Her still-flat tummy and slender frame with her womanly hips and gentle curves enflamed my desire. As I held her, Little Mike proved this by the way he responded. And I shifted her around on my lap to let her feel his response.
Spreading her legs to straddle mine, and pulling her back against my chest, I began to fondle her breast and nipple with one hand, as I stroked her pussy with the other. She immediately clasped my hand on her breast and squeezed harder while pinching her uncovered nipple with her other hand. I shifted slightly allowing Little Mike to spring up between her wide spread legs and then using my hand, I pushed my cock slowly against her pussy.
Her eyes opened wide as she felt me at the entrance her long un-trespassed entrance, sighing as she felt the joy of a live throbbing cock against her shivering pussy. She trembled as she pressed the head of my cock against her clit. I sat still, allowing her to move my cock with her hand, pressing it against her quivering quim in ways to bring herself the most pleasure. She was silent, but her passions churned within, until finally, a small groan escaped her lips.
"Oh Michael. What if someone sees us?" she cried.
I knew that even if half the camp were to come out on the covered balcony right now, she would not give this up. But to put her fears to rest, I connected to her and showed her a scan. We were the only ones up within a quarter mile, except for the kitchen staff, who were working away busily in the kitchen. That seemed to do it as she forgot all about the others and immersed herself in her masturbation. Luxuriating in the long forgotten feelings of a man's erection in a place she had not used in years.
"Fuck me, Catherine!" I told her. "Fuck my hard cock that wants your beautiful, sexy, little body! Make me cum and let me fill your beautiful pussy with my sperm. Let me make you pregnant again. Say that you'll have my babies Cathy! Make me a daddy again!"
Catherine's body writhed at the words, humping her pussy against me. Erratically, she rotated her pelvis, trying to drive Little Mike into her too long forgotten cavern. But I made sure she couldn't. I would take her, but not now. And not like this. This was for her, to remind her of the thrill, and to show her she was a very desirable woman.
Catherine was lost now, in the feelings in her body, long unfelt. The words were from her, she just didn't realize it right now. And just like the others, it was her words that about did me in. I moved my hand to her pussy, and fondled her elongated lips, finding and manipulating her clitoral hood, and the small treasure that had emerged.
"I can't last much longer!" I panted. "Cum for me Cathy. Make me a daddy as I shoot all my baby makers deep in your womb!"
My hand was a gentle blur as I rubbed her clit. Her moans, while almost a whisper, were continuous.
She came in a long shuddering climax. Waves of pleasure rippling through her body, touching the far corners of her soul with tingling, trembling, flutters of pleasure. From her toes, to the sensitive tendons I now kissed on her neck, the flurry of excitement expanded throughout her body. And then she felt it! The heat of my passion as I exploded, shooting my cum all over her tummy, the tremors of my cannon firing shot after shot of warm man-juice, created aftershocks of pulsing passions against her clit all over again.
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