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Introduction: A quick check in on Jeremy and his growing list of wives [[[-IF5-P1.TXT-]]]

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Island Fever 5: Family
Written by: JeremyDCP

M/F, F/F and a whole lot more
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PLEASE NOTE: The following story is a sequel to Island Fever,
Island Fever 2: Eternity, Island Fever 3: Matrimony and
Island Fever 4: Paradise. In order to fully understand this
story and the unique situation that its cast of characters find
themselves in, it is paramount that you are very familiar with
the previous four stories and their respective plot lines. In
other words, if you are not familiar with this particular
universe, please do not attempt to even bother reading this.

All four prior stories can be found on this website.

Many readers have requested another sequel, so here is a quick
check into the current lives of Jeremy and his six wives (and one
fiancee). I hope you enjoy reading it as much I did writing it.

Chapter 01: Octadic
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-*- Wednesday, March 2, 2016 -*-
-*- Sandvika, Norway -*-

Its hard for me to do anything right now because all I
really want to do is just eat some ice cream.

Theres nothing wrong with that, I told Scarlett,
already having stood up from the small table for two in our
kitchen and then motioning toward the freezer with my head.
Any particular flavor you prefer at the moment?

Scarlett exhaled sharply, momentarily blowing the strands
of yellow, sunrise-gold hair upon her forehead skyward. She
seemed to ponder my question for an instant or two. Didnt
Amy make some _krokan_ the other night? If theres any left,
Ill have that.

Wanting to appease my fiancee, whom I was going to marry
just ten short days from now, I hurried over to the nearby
freezer and found a plastic tub full of tempting, ooey-gooey
_krokan_ inside. Four egg yolks mixed with sugar, milk,
vanilla ice cream, butter, almonds, hazelnuts and _snø,frisk_
(Norwegian spreadable goat cheese), krokan was absolutely
delicious! Due to the fact I had become so very accustomed to
this homemade delight over the past several months, it would
now be impossible for me to ever go back to any store bought
ice cream. Amy, one of my six beloved brides, made a fresh
batch for our family about once every two weeks.

Thank you, Jeremy, Scarlett smiled, nodding once, when I
returned and offered her a small bowl of the Scandinavian ice
cream. She took a single bite, then groaned in pleasure and
raised her spoon at me in punctuation. Hmmmmm… krokan.

Grinning myself, I took a seat at the table across from
Scarlett and studied her. A truly radiant, beautiful woman,
Scarletts hair was down and fell just past her shoulders in
those fruity layers from the shampoo commercials. Her denim
jeans had a singular rip across her front thigh, clearly by
design, and her orange top had similar rips perpendicular from
the shoulder seam. The effect was the briefest, most fleeting
glimpse of luscious skin underneath.

It was complete look that most women, no doubt, could not
pull off, but Scarlett had it down pat. But what made it
even more impressive was the simple fact that Scarlett was
eight months pregnant. She was due to give birth to our son,
Dylan Thomas, on April 6, 2016. With our wedding right around
the corner as well, the next couple of weeks promised to be
quite hectic for both of us. But we were more than prepared.
After all, I was an old pro at this sort of thing by now.

I trust that the doctor visit went well this morning?
Scarlett asked, now dabbing at her ice cream dessert with
the spoon. Lindsay and her baby check out okay?

Oh yes, everything was fine, I answered, referring to
the two week post-birth appointment for my youngest bride
and child, Lindsay and Kaylee, respectively. Three days
prior to Kaylees arrival, Trish – yet another wife of mine –
gave birth to a happy and bouncing baby boy, Jackson. Trish
and Lindsay had been floating on cloud nine ever since. I
seriously wondered if either of them would ever come down.

What tests did the doctor perform today at Kaylees
check-up? PKU, T4, galactosemia, thalassemia screening?

All of that, and a whole bunch more, I replied. Scarlett
was employed as a labor and delivery nurse at the university
hospital in Oslo, so medical terms such as those were second
nature to her. Still, she always seemed fascinated whenever
the opportunity was there for her to discuss them. Scarlett
loved her job, but was on maternity leave at the moment. Any
medical talk nowadays, and she was suddenly all ears.

So Mister Jeremy, what is on your agenda for the rest of
the afternoon and the evening?

I shrugged my shoulders. I dont know. This may or may
not seem like a great secret, but I was kind of leaning toward
spending the rest of the day with you.

Awwwww, thats so sweet, Scarlett swooned, batting her
thick eyelashes for emphasis. But it is surely no secret.
I pretty much knew that already.

I never was any good at keeping secrets anyway.

Scarlett winced and it was adorable. Thats okay. I
suck at yoga. You should see my tree pose.

Really?

Scarlett held up her hand as if she was ready to swear on
the Holy Bible. On my honor. I failed miserably at downward
dog, was expelled from the class two years ago when I pointed
out that the instructor just wanted to check out my ass.

I chuckled. Can you blame him?

Scarlett took another bite of krokan, yet looked at me
with an amused glint in her eyes. I knew youd say that.
Ughhhhh… you are such a man, Jeremy.

There was a stretch of silence between us. But it was the
most comfortable type of silence, which was kind of nice. I
decided to enjoy it, as well as the remainder of my orange
juice drink. I was feeling very relaxed and stress-free. I
sat back in my chair and traced the rim of my glass with a
single fingertip. So how are you feeling today?

I feel perfect, Scarlett chirped, reaching down with
both hands and patting her massive baby bump. With our
wedding just over a week away, I think, I am on such a high
right now that nothing could bring me down. I am not going
to let any pregnancy aches and pains get to me.

I wish some of the other girls in our relationship had
that sort of mindset when they were eight months pregnant.

Oh, Im sure you do, Scarlett giggled. Would have made
things much easier on you as the faithful, doting husband.

I get to be YOUR husband in just ten days, I smirked. I
was counting down the days, the hours, even the minutes,
within my mind. I simply could not wait to marry Scarlett!

Oh yes, she nodded. Sometimes I wonder, though. I will
be wife number seven for you, yet you are still married to the
first six. Somehow, that just does not make sense.

I think it makes our relationship – yours and mine – and
our upcoming wedding all the more dramatic, dont you?

Scarlett thought on this. Well, I cant say that I ever
really envisioned a relationship for myself like the one Im
in now. She bit her lower lip in a manner that, for a
moment, had me absolutely transfixed. Youre just my first
wedding too, Jeremy. I have six more to go through with the
other girls before our family is finally complete. Maybe
more than six, yes? First up will be Kristanna, after the
two babies are born. Then I get to marry Devon after that!

Youre going to be a busy little gal this year, huh?

Life is good, Scarlett mused. I love my job. I love
our family. I am engaged to the most wonderful man in the
whole, wide world. I live with a group of the sweetest,
most precious women alive, and our house is like a nursery
with five screaming babies – and two more due next month –
because every time you go so far as to even LOOK at one of
us, Jeremy, you get us pregnant. Or so it seems, at least.
Her words made me chuckle as she ended, Plus, we have krokan
in our freezer, which is a mega bonus.

You and your crazy Norwegian food.

Krokan is the BEST, she insisted.

I always found myself truly captivated whenever I had the
opportunity to speak with Scarlett. She had an effervescence
about her which was contagious. I met her gaze from across
the small, circular table and my stomach fluttered a tad. I
nearly melted into her alluring, Eden-green eyes. The sight
of those puffy lips parting into a bigger smile felt like an
electric current was running throughout my heart.

I like talking to you.

Scarlett nodded. I know. Then her eyes widened and she
actually bopped herself in the head. It was pretty cute.
No. God. That came out so wrong. I mean, I enjoy your
company too, Jeremy. She sighed in frustration. Im a
total dork sometimes. But you already know that.

If you say so.

Scarlett snagged a cracker and took her time eating it, as
if it were way too important to rush. The play-out was quite
endearing to watch, each tiny bite seemed like a precious find.
She glanced up and caught me watching her, which prompted her
to break out into a far-reaching grin. Stop staring at me!

But would that be possible? Could I actually stop staring
at Scarlett? To me, there was nothing more desirable than a
pregnant woman. Scarlett was gorgeous and exquisite, and her
current form portrayed womanhood at its absolute zenith – the
ability to create a new life within her very own body. It
was a miraculous thing that was nothing short of breathtaking.
The glow and aura that an expectant mother exuded was perhaps
one of Gods finest creations.

Why are you looking at me like that?

Because youre intoxicating, was my honest answer.

Scarlett placed her elbow upon the table and propped her
chin up with her hand. I just love how much of a softie you
are, Jeremy. You want everyone to think that you are tough,
but youre really nothing more than a complete romantic. A
hopeless romantic, that is. All the way.

Wait a minute. I was shaking my head repeatedly. Hold
up, right there! Did you just call me… a softie?

Yes, Scarlett nodded resolutely. Yes, I did.

I looked skyward in jest. I am NOT a softie.

We laughed in unison, then the room fell silent once again.
I was having such a wonderful time. Soon, I got the sense
that Scarlett was finished with her krokan, the delicious ice
cream treat. This gave me an idea.

Lets go to the next room and sit down for awhile on the
sofa, was my suggestion. Have you relax.

Scarlett seemed intrigued. In your lap, I hope?

That can be arranged.

Scarlett was grinning as I led her by the hand into the
adjacent central room. I took a seat on the big sofa, then
helped ease her into a comfortable position all nice and
snug upon my lap. She was pregnant, so I had to be gentle.
Extremely gentle. Of course, I kept a hand upon her stomach.

Scarlett was eyeing an apple on the fruit tray next to the
sofa, so I snatched it and promptly gave it to her. I did not
say a word as I watched her take a bite out of the apple. It
a great visual, and strangely appealing to me.

Did I tell you the big news?

Scarlett perked up. Oh, I love big news. Lets hear it.

I smiled at her. You and I are getting married in just
ten short days!

NO WAY! Scarlett exclaimed, feigning astonishment.
That is wonderful, earth-shattering news! Its more than
wonderful! Its… come here. Again, we laughed together
as Scarlett wrapped her arms around me for a loving embrace.
Oh, Jeremy… youre the best!

I pulled back far enough so I could gaze back at her face.
Thank you for coming into my life – our lives – the way you
did back in the summer of 2014.

Scarletts eyes dropped to my mouth. She moved in slowly,
gently, just a mere whisper away from my own lips. You know
something, Jeremy? The day I met you and Kristanna, and Devon,
at the hospital when Kaden was born? I was not even supposed
to work that day. They called me in at the last moment.

Im glad they did.

Scarlett frowned momentarily. I almost did not answer my
telephone when I saw it was the hospital. I was so not
looking forward to going into work that day. She pouted yet
again. I guess we came that close to never meeting, huh?

I claimed Scarletts mouth in a luscious, probing kiss. It
was soft and sensuous at first, but ever deepening. I ran my
hands from her shoulders to her arms, and intertwined our
fingers. Eventually we broke apart, and I was amazed at the
snap, crackle and pop of the aura surrounding us. It was
electric, scintillating, it nearly took my breath away.

Everything happens for a reason, I told her.

Scarlett snagged another bite of the apple, I marveled at
way she delicately licked its juice from her fingertips.

You give really good apple.

Scarlett broke out into a bright, massive smile, the same
type of smile that only made me want to kiss her some more.
Only because I felt compelled to, I reached out and swept the
stray hair away from Scarletts forehead. Then I sighed,
drowning myself in those lambent, jade-green eyes of hers.
Scarlett poked me in the side, breaking the trance.

Hey! I complained, albeit playfully. Im not going to
marry you if youre going to do things like that to me. I
rubbed my side and chided her, That hurt!

Oh sure, it did!

It did!

Turning serious, Scarlett clenched my hand a bit tighter
and mused, I have so many great people in my life right now,
but everything begins and ends with you.

Oh? I countered. Why is that?

Because of who you are, Jeremy. Your kindness. Your
warmth. It may sound like an old cliche, but youre the
heart and soul of our family. You have made such a huge
impact in all of our lives – mine, Krissys, Pamelas. Devon,
Trish, Lindsay, Amy. The way you take time with everyone and
make us feel so incredibly special. It goes a long way, and
it definitely gets noticed. Trust me, it does. Every single
time I talk to you, Jeremy, or am simply around you, my day
becomes just a little bit brighter. I, for one, happen to
think that is a pretty amazing thing. And I assure you that
all of the other girls would tell you the same, exact thing.

Hearing what Scarlett thought of me, that the extra effort
I tried to put forth each day mattered, moved something
powerful in me. I took a moment to allow her words to settle.
Thank you. But I dont quite know what to say after that.

Scarlett tilted her head to the side and bit her bottom
lip in a move that I found wildly mesmerizing and attractive.
Dont say anything. Just know that its true. My eyes
wide, Scarlett soon broke out into a grin and added, Now go
into the kitchen and bring my krokan back to me.

I thought you were finished with it?

One is never truly finished with their krokan until it is
completely gone, the 31-year-old told me in a philosophical
tone. Now, bring me the rest of my dessert please. She
giggled and added, Im pregnant, and Im hungry.

A moment later, I made my way back from the kitchen and
watched in amusement as Scarlett took five healthy bites of
krokan from the bowl. My fiancee was temporarily transfixed.
To her, it was most definitely heaven on a spoon.

Sorry, she then told me, acting coy. We were bonding.

You and the krokan? Bonding?

Right. Krokan bonding. Its a thing.

I grinned at her. You really love that stuff.

I would lay down my life for krokan.

Wow. What an endorsement. If Amy ever decides to mass
produce and go into business, we will have to put that quote
on the carton. I would lay down my life for krokan.

With my picture please.

Well, we definitely dont want my picture on the carton,
I playfully told her. Wouldnt sell a single one.

Shut up! Scarlett giggled.

Hey guys! came a squealy yet friendly, all-too-familiar
voice from behind us. I immediately knew who it belonged to.
I turned toward the doorway to see its source. What is up?

From the top of her silky blonde hair that fell in tousled
disarray around her head to the tight jeans hugging her trim
waistline, then molding her sexy, feminine curves and sleek,
slender legs, Devon was sexy with a capital S. If you added
the delicate, purely angelic features of her face and the
allure of those amazing blue eyes, this 30-year-old from the
great state of Pennsylvania exuded light, elegance and beauty
all at the same time. Devon was yet another of my wives.

Hi baby, Scarlett smiled at her in return.

Hey, was my simple greeting.

Devon took a deep breath and exhaled, then strolled over
to us with a wide, far-ranging smile upon her face. She
promptly leaned over and hugged Scarlett to her, even kissing
her flush on the lips in the process. Devon then patted that
baby bump and wondered, You feeling okay today, honey?

I feel fine, Scarlett insisted with her very own smile.

Jeremy… Devon purred, momentarily slipping her arms
around me and pressing the side of her face upon my chest.
When I kissed the very crown of her head, Devon broke away
and sat down on the sofa next to Scarlett, one leg folded
beneath her. She then grasped hands with Scarlett and the
two ladies giggled like young schoolgirls.

You look great, Devon told Scarlett, absently plucking
at the hem of the orange top she wore. As per our family
routine, always be nice and complimentary (yet much more
importantly, honest) toward the pregnant wife (or fiancee).
Shower her with love, affection and positive reinforcement.
Devon knew this just as well as I did.

Devon looked up at me and made an uncomfortable face, then
rubbed her arms quite theatrically. Brrrrr! Its cold. Do
you think you could rustle me up a blanket, Jeremy? Please?

I noticed goosebumps popping out over Devons skin when,
mere seconds later, I draped the heavy quilt from the nearby
love seat over top of her, up to her neck. With Scarlett
underneath the quilt as well, the pair of ladies were suddenly
more content and comfortable than ever, cuddling together like
two newborn puppies. What a beautiful sight to see…

Better? I inquired, already knowing the answer.

Hmmmmm, Devon simply hummed in response.

My heart nearly melted when I watched Scarlett leisurely
plant the side of her face upon Devons shoulder. Oh, this
mansion was special. Our family was special. There was so
much love, so much togetherness, so much caring. I was part
of perhaps the most unique family in the whole, wide world.
All of us loved each other, yet there was no jealousy or
hidden animosity anywhere to be found. We did not allow it.

Devon maneuvered her right hand out from underneath the
quilt, then reached over and copped a long, thorough feel of
Scarletts breasts. The move was so blatant and obvious, I
was certain Devon did it more for my benefit than her own.
Her blue eyes stayed on me during the entire process, a look
that suggested that Devon sought Scarlett and yours truly out
today not necessarily to talk, but to engage in some more…
extracurricular activities. Hey, I was not going to complain.

But just like that, a conversation broke out. Go figure.

Have you been outside recently today, Devon? Scarlett
asked. Whats it like? Still frigid?

Its not bad, Devon answered. A little cold, you know,
but nothing too serious. Feels good to me, actually. I heard
the temperature is supposed to drop overnight, though, and we
may actually get a few inches of snow. Strange, huh? Devon
then glanced my way. Is Lindsay still tired?

She had a bad night with Kaylee, I am told, and Trish had
an equally bad and long night with Jackson, I frowned. Both
babies were up and screaming for three or four hours. Which,
you know, I am not happy about because neither Trish or
Lindsay woke me up and let me know there were any issues.

They wanted to let you sleep, Devon offered. We have
five babies in our family right now, and two more on the way
with Scarlett due next month, as well as Kristanna. The five
we have, their mothers are so busy tending to and taking care
of them. It is a lot of work for them. But I think everyone
knows, Jeremy, that no one has more on their plate than you.
You are the father of five, not the mother of one, like the
others. Soon, it will be seven. Devon nodded her head and
reiterated, Trish and Lindsay didnt wake you last night
when Jackson and Kaylee were upset because they wanted to let
you have a quiet reprieve and get a peaceful rest.

I took a step forward and pointed toward Devons abdomen.
So, when will I finally get you pregnant? Youre the only
wife who hasnt given birth yet. We need to change that.
Scarlett chuckled at my words, as did Devon.

Oh, I dont know. Im kind of enjoying my role in the
family right now as it is. Im the nanny! I will watch and
look after any baby, whether it be one, two, three, four or
all five, to give you and the other girls a break. I can
watch Kaden, for example, so you and Kristanna can go out and
have a romantic night together, Jeremy. Or I can watch Piper
so you can spend some alone time with Pamela. I kept an eye
on Jackson and Kaylee just last night so Trish and Lindsay
could take a romantic walk around the farm.

So your availability as the nanny would go down quite
significantly if you had a child of your own, I surmised.

Yes.

But that belly of yours would look so incredibly perfect
blown up like a balloon, with a baby inside.

Devon shot me a look. You and your pregnancy fetishes!
If it was up to you, Jeremy, every single one of us would be
nine months pregnant for the absolute rest of our lives! Oh
my God, you would be in Heaven, wouldnt you?

You know he would! Scarlett giggled.

Six months, I corrected them. That seems to be a good
number. The glow is brightest then, and it seems around that
time is when there are the fewest aches and pains. All of
the others were happiest and most lively around six months.

Hmmmmm… well its good youre looking out for our well
being, I suppose. Devon glanced at me for several seconds,
then broke out into a laugh. You want to get me pregnant,
dont you? Dont you, Jeremy?

The thought has crossed my mind once, or a million times.

What about what I want? I like being the nanny.

You dont get a vote.

Devon laughed again. Oh really? I dont get a vote,
huh? She tilted her head to the side and gave me a playful
stare. Ill have you know that I won most valuable voter
while still in high school.

You did not. There is no such thing.

Yes, there is!

Everyone certainly appreciates what a great help you have
been to us, I reminded Devon. Its just… I know how much
you want to be a mother yourself, sweetheart. Youre gonna
turn 31 at the end of the month. Dont feel compelled to hold
off on your own dreams in exchange so Krissy, Pamela, Amy…
whomever, can have a few hour, guilt-free reprieve from
watching their child. Or even me. There will still be plenty
of time for everyone to take a break and catch their breath
with the way our family is set up, and structured.

Its just easiest for me to do it, though, Devon said.
I dont have the responsibility of my own child. I dont
mind waiting another year or two before things settle down.
I dont mind waiting three, four, even five years. I just
want to do what works best for our family.

You are an awesome girl. You know that, right?

I have to find a way to live up to awesome.

Thats one thing I really love about Devon, Scarlett
mused, moving her head close to her and then touching cheeks
in a display of affection. She is all about our family.
Devon always looks to do what is best for our family.

When Devon held out her right hand, Scarlett allowed
herself to be pulled into her lap. Devon placed a simple
kiss beneath Scarletts left ear and smiled sweetly at her.
Of course, they were still underneath the heavy quilt.

What? Devon asked, noticing her stare. You look like
youre in a world of your own all of a sudden.

Scarlett nodded slowly, gently, knowingly, the smile never
once leaving her face. Kinda am.

You want to tell me whats going on in that head of yours?
Because whatever it is, it looks awfully fun.

Just happy, Scarlett simply stated, gazing at Devon,
before focusing on me for a few memorable seconds. Beaming,
she rubbed her baby bump and fiddled with the engagement ring
upon her finger. Scarlett then turned her attention back to
Devon and concluded, Happier than I have any right to be.

Awwwww…

Devon shrugged the quilt away, perhaps so I could see what
was happening, and slipped both arms around Scarlett from the
side. Instinctively, Scarlett brought a single finger up and
traced the outline of Devons cheek with it. She then laid
claim to Devons mouth with a deep and passionate kiss. Her
tongue entered her, filled her, and the dual passion shared
amongst them quickly escalated into raw, passionate need.

Devons oversized t-shirt was twisted and stretched tightly
over her overflowing breasts. Scarlett caressed and kneaded
the delicate flesh, through the fabric itself and the white
bra she wore underneath, with her right hand. Her mouth then
descended lower and she extended her tongue, licking and
swiping away at an exposed portion of Devons ample cleavage.

Scarlett then attached her mouth to a breast, sucking it
through the thin barrier of the cotton top and bra. Devon
drew breath deep into her lungs, her chest swelling under
the expert, oral care. Scarlett moved her mouth to the
opposite breast and gave it the same treatment.

Scarletts lips returned to Devons mouth, hungry, wanting,
full of need. She then slid a hand down her belly, not
pausing until she was cupping the sensitive cleft between
Devons thighs through the denim jeans that she still had on.
Open your legs for me, honey, she instructed, her voice raw
and full of sheer desire. Do it.

Devons entire body tensed and arched upon the sofa in pure
satisfaction as she raised one leg, allowing Scarlett further
access. The breathing between both ladies became quite ragged
and intense as Devons arms encircled Scarletts slender neck
and shoulders, holding her close, kissing her madly.

Mentally, I was already on fire and close to losing it if I
did not get to experience some of this erotic action myself.
I clutched at my own neck and cleared my throat, twirling my
head about, and wiped my brow with a forearm.

Oh, look at poor Jeremy, Scarlett pouted. It was a damn
sexy pout, not to mention an exaggerated one. Looks like he
is getting all hot and bothered over there.

I know what to do to take care of that! Devon squealed,
dropping down to her knees and positioning herself just in
front of me. She deftly dropped my slacks, then reached into
my boxer shorts and eventually pulled out my half-hard shaft.
Those alluring, constellation-blue eyes of Devons danced and
flashed with erotic mischief as then she used her right hand
to coax and stroke my cock toward a full, raging erection.

Devon reached behind her with her opposite hand and helped
steady Scarlett as she too, dropped down to the floor on her
knees. Scarlett scooted forward slowly, then sat down next
to Devon with both legs folded beneath her. She clutched at
her stomach, as if the baby had just kicked inside of her,
but then smiled brightly. Yes, the baby made a movement.

Devon moved both hands to my inner thighs and applied a
bit of pressure, indicating that she wanted me to spread
them apart. When I did, she rewarded me with a cool breath
of air that was blown and swished over my aching erection.
My entire body flinched when, from the side, Scarlett
snaked her head forward and offered the underside of my
cock a full, sweeping lick with her tongue.

Devon playfully glared at her counterpart. Invading on
my territory, eh? Stealing my spotlight?

Scarlett was all smiles. We can share it.

Yes, share it! I exclaimed. What a wonderful idea!

Devon looked up at me and made a face, then giggled. Oh,
no one asked you, Jeremy.

Scarlett became the aggressor as she twirled the tip of
her tongue all over the head of my cock, saturating it in
her own saliva. My head snapped back and I growled out in
passion as she then took half of my length into her mouth.
And thus, the sweet, exquisite torture began.

Scarletts green eyes were locked upon my face as she began
to suck and swallow me at her own leisure. The 31-year-old had
a divas nose perched atop her blushing, raspberry-red lips,
which formed a confined circle around my pulsating member as
she bobbed her head back-and-forth. I closed my own eyes and
sighed as waves of tingling pleasure washed all around me.

Scarlett suddenly changed her tactic, each time her head
bobbed forward, she took more and more of my hard cock into
her wet delight of a mouth. Once Scarlett had taken me to
where my shaft was lodged against the very back of her mouth,
she paused for a moment, then took a big gulp and worked me
into the unbelievable tightness of her throat. She twisted
her head about frantically while working my shaft even deeper
into her throat. Eventually, Scarlett froze at the base of
my erection, her lips nuzzled upon my pubic hair, allowing me
to savor the feeling of being completely swallowed.

Then, with a tiny grunt, Scarlett began to nudge my cock
outward until it was free of the grasping ring of her
throat and back onto the wriggling heaven of her fiery tongue
as she withdrew its entire length from her mouth. I could
feel her saliva drooling over my cock in long, thick ropes,
which she sucked up with hungry, slurping noises.

Again and again, Scarlett swallowed me whole, then pulled
it all the way out. The pleasure was simply exhilarating!
Watching her nearly gag and choke on it with each downward
stroke simply made it all the more exciting.

Scarletts quick gasps for air between each intake were
frantic and incredibly thrilling to hear. To allow Scarlett
a bit more breathing time, Devon eventually snaked forward
and planted a series of butterfly kisses upon my testicles,
then fluttered her tongue up and down my length from the
side. But when Scarlett was ready for more, Devon relented.

In one long, easy swoop, Scarlett took me all the way down
her throat again. This time, however, she tried something
new. With my erection completely buried, she began to hum.

Oh my God! I growled, my hips jerking forward in a hard,
involuntary motion. Scarlett twisted her head from side to
side, wildly corkscrewing me around in her mouth and throat,
while still humming. It sent my entire body spiraling out
of control. Scarlett, Im going to cum!

Dont you dare swallow it! Devon warned her, suddenly
very loud and screechy. Save some for me!

My body spasmed and contracted as I now held Scarletts
blonde head in place, pumping my release into the luscious
confines of her mouth. Lost in an ocean of sheer ecstasy,
my blood boiling, sperm simply gushed out of me. I grunted
and roared like an animal, jamming my cock as far it would
go one final time, before my body began to ease and relax.
I felt lightheaded, and collapsed onto the sofa behind me.

Still, Scarlett had her lips pursed tight over the very
tip of my shaft. She smiled up at me while coaxing every
last ounce of sperm from my cock. There was a heavy dollop
of it on her face, which soon trickled down to her neck.
Devon scooped it up with her tongue and swallowed it easily.

What happened to sharing? Devon whined at Scarlett, but
being playful about it. Again, there was no jealousy in our
relationship. You hogged his big cock all for yourself.
Well, two can play that game. Gimme that mouthful!

I watched, absolutely spellbound, as the two lovely ladies
entwined their mouths together as one for a kiss. When their
lips parted and their tongues touched, a heavy cascade of my
thick, white cream slid out of Scarletts mouth and directly
into Devons. They became totally lost in the kiss, oblivious
to anything else, their hands rising to meet the others
waist, their large breasts squished together and heaving. In
the process, Devons throat rippled and she shuddered as the
gooey goodness was easily swallowed down and enjoyed.

Finally, when it was over, the two ladies broke the kiss
and slid their faces around until they were looking up at me,
their arms now snug and tight around each others back.
Scarlett smiled devilishly as I felt a mixture of love and
lust swell forth within me. She broke into an even bigger
grin and purred, Jeremy, I want you to fuck Devon for me.

Devon giggled and turned to look at Scarlett. What if I
want to watch Jeremy fuck you instead?

Oh no, youre getting it today, Scarlett retorted, her
tone all deep and serious. She gathered the lower portion of
Devons t-shirt with both hands, then yanked it upward and
pulled it over her head, and off. Scarlett grinned and batted
her long eyelashes as she took in the wondrous sight of Devon
in her lacey white bra, but then turned to me. Can we just
have Devon as our lone wedding present next week?

That would be nice, I offered, contemplating the idea.

Scarletts hands were groping away at Devon – specifically,
her breasts. She cupped and squeezed the exquisite mounds
through the bra, but then discarded it. Devon was now topless
as Scarlett swooned, Oooooh, you feel so good!

So do you, baby, Devon returned, one hand caressing her
baby bump and the other her ass. Oh, so do you.

We need to get you out of these clothes, Scarlett said
to Devon, unbuttoning her denim jeans and trying to peel them
downward. I want Jeremy to get his cock inside of you.

A whimper of delight escaped from within my throat as I
watched both ladies move together and share yet another hot,
steaming kiss. Their tongues flashed in and out, their lips
working fast and furiously. Devon gently pulled Scarlett to
the floor with both arms so she was laying flat upon it. She
straddled Scarletts chest, her knees planted on either side,
never once letting their lips break apart.

Eventually, Devon slid her mouth to Scarletts neck and
began to nibble and kiss away upon it. Scarletts green eyes
fixated on me and held steady until the pleasure made her
moan and twirl her head about. In return, Scarlett attached
her lips to Devons right breast and took its nipple into her
mouth. Devon tossed her head back and stole a glance of me.

I cannot wait to see Scar-Scar in her wedding gown, was
Devons comment for me. Speaking of your upcoming wedding,
you know. Scar-Scar is going to look doubly radiant too,
because she is so very close to giving birth. Devon then
focused upon Scarlett, saying, I love you.

I love you, too, Scarlett reciprocated, mashing her lips
to Devons for a kiss. And I love you as well, Jeremy. She
smiled sweetly at me. And yes, I still want you to fuck
Devon for me. Whatever you do, though, dont wear yourself
out, Jeremy. The other girls may get angry at us.

I chuckled. Got it.

Scarletts right hand slipped between their pressed bodies
and snuck into the elastic band of Devons G-string panties.
I watched the tight fabric mold and conform against the back
of her hand, then three fingers spread outward and her middle
one traced upon and down Devons sweet, tender pussy.

Oh Scarlett! Devon breathed out.

Youre soaking wet! Scarlett teasingly admonished her.
Did watching me deep-throat Jeremy turn you on? When Devon
nodded her head, Scarlett pressed forward. Oh, you feel so
hot and slippery. She was stroking her pussy now with a trio
of fingers. Tight and slippery! Just how Jeremy likes em!
Hes going to love fucking you, Devon. Hes going to jam his
big cock in this tight, wet, slippery pussy, and make you cum
and cum and cum and cum some more. Hes going to fuck your
pussy, then fuck your mouth so you can taste your own pussy.
Scarlett nodded knowingly. And you know what else, Devon?
DEVVY? You know what else? Im going to help him.

I moaned and shifted about uncomfortably upon the sofa,
my cock hard once again and throbbing so much it hurt. Good
God, Scarlett was rarely this verbal and aggressive during
sex! What had gotten into her? She must be really turned on!

Scarlett pushed at Devon until she was no longer astride
her chest. Both of them quickly discarded her denim jeans,
which had been at mid-thigh, and then off came the G-string.
Devons D-cup breasts, which looked otherworldly on her small,
105 pound frame, bounced and jiggled as Scarlett positioned
her so she was flat on her back.

Suddenly, that beautiful, delicate pussy was facing me
directly, its clitoris all pink and swollen with arousal,
glistening with juices of desire. I had such a good view.

Do you want to put your cock in there, Jeremy?

Yes, I told Scarlett. God, yes!

Then do it! Fuck her!

In a heartbeat, I was kneeling on the floor and between
Devons widespread thighs. Scarlett grasped my cock with
her right hand and guided it toward those hot nether lips
while, at the same time, Devon locked eyes with me and
smiled. I leaned over for a quick kiss, then lowered and
eased my shaft into her pussy, its wetness engulfing me.
And dear Lord, was Devon tight! Incredibly tight!

Go slow at first, was her only request.

Okay, I agreed, as Scarlett rubbed and caressed my
shoulder blades from off to the side.

Devon began to moan and squeal, albeit softly, when I
was pumping my hips at a languid pace just seconds later.
Her lovely, enchanting face was alive with bliss, her blue
eyes glazed over with wanton lust. I leaned over and
kissed and nibbled away upon one of her ears. Meanwhile,
Scarlett gave the opposite ear the same treatment. I sank
back in fully, completely, forging my way to the hilt.

Fuck her harder, Jeremy! Scarlett encouraged me. Pump
that pussy like you want to get her pregnant!

My eyes wide, something inside of me snapped.

I was now pounding away at Devon and her pussy with all
of the strength and willpower that my body could possibly
muster. Her entire body was bucking and bouncing beneath me
in response, her eyes bulging and mouth agape, her cries now
ricocheting off the walls of the central room.

Scarlett was still hunched over, and had her tongue buried
in Devons ear. Must. Get. You. Pregnant! I do not
know if Scarlett was being serious or not, but it was still a
fun and exciting scene regardless.

I grasped hold of Devons wrists with both of my hands,
then spread them as far as she could reach and pinned them
to the floor. Her face flared with mad desire at being held
down in a submissive manner as she bucked her hips upward to
meet each of my hard, forceful thrusts. Devons long-flowing
blonde hair was fanned out like a wave on the floor beneath
her as Scarlett sought her mouth for another round of kisses.

Yeah, thats it! Scarlett growled at me. Hold her down
like a slut and fuck her with all you got!

Suddenly Devons body convulsed and she cried out at the
very top of her lungs. An instant later, it was as if her
pussy detonated around my length into a withering maelstrom.
Her slender frame shivered in orgasm beneath me, rippling
and twitching as if she was being electrocuted.

It was far too much for me to handle. With one deep,
final plunge, I shot a fresh, new batch of life-giving sperm
into her hungry, willing pussy. It felt like a high-pressure
hose inside the tight, unforgiving little crevice, spewing
its load everywhere, coating and soaking her womb completely.

In the aftermath, I toppled over in an exhausted heap on
the left side of Devon and stared up at the ceiling. She and
I lay there, panting, our bodies weak, as Scarlett peppered
us both with a series of gentle, loving kisses.

I reached out and touched Scarletts baby bump, then she
latched onto my hand with her own and held it in place.

I love you, Jeremy, she offered, settling down on the
opposite side of me. I love you, Devon. I love you both.

I put my arm around Scarlett as Devon snuggled up close
to me as well. And we love you too, baby. Oh, we do…

* * *

I reached back and rubbed my neck, gently massaging the
aching group of muscles that called out from three hours of
poring over the books spread out in front of me. I glanced
at my wristwatch and took note of the fact that evening had
transitioned into early morning, it was 12:39am on Thursday,
March 3, 2016. I was in the home library – Pamelas private
sanctuary – doing research, trying to understand the ins and
outs of the upcoming crop and harvest season. I still had
so very much to learn about this farming business.

Half a dozen books were strewn and open around me, and my
fruit punch had long gone stale. I would have to remedy that
situation on my next break, but was not worried about it at
the moment. I stretched briefly, but then returned to my
research, taking notes on my laptop computer as I went.

It did not matter to me that our familys net worth,
thanks in large part to my prior business ventures when I was
younger, was somewhere in the two billion (USD) range. I had
taken control of this farm a year and a half ago – the same
farm that Kristannas parents had built in 1979 and then spent
decades cultivating – and, by God, it was going to turn a
profit with me at the helm. Any financial gain was of no
consequence to me, this was just the business shark in me. I
had literally never failed at any business venture I took on.

But I had not done the greatest job managing the farm since
officially taking it over from Kristannas parents, Kristof
and Rande. It was losing money at a steady pace. Still, we
would never run low on financial resources as a family, and
the farm would always be here, no matter what. It was much
too important to Kristanna to ever give up on, considering
how she had lived here for her entire life. All of her
childhood memories were here, and they were precious to her.
This farm was like Heaven on Earth to Kristanna.

But the bottom line was I felt highly perplexed that I
had yet to figure things out in regards to turning a profit
with the farm. Kristof would offer me input if I asked him,
but at 73 years of age, I preferred to let him enjoy his
retirement and not burden him with any work-related issues.
I really wanted to accomplish this on my own. Then again,
maybe that was the problem. I had always been very stubborn
and was under the impression, at least when it came to
business, that my way was the _only way_. Yet that mindset
had gotten me to where I am right now in life, right? It
had driven me to the financial security that we now had.

Hey, you.

I looked up, lost in my work, but immediately smiled upon
seeing the one and only Lindsay standing at the entranceway
to the library. Lindsay, needless to say, was striking. She
was a little blonde firecracker with twinkly blue eyes and a
warm smile. Lindsay was the type of young woman that you
wanted to hug and kiss on for hours. And other things too.

She had on a black, long-sleeved t-shirt, with the drawing
of a smiling, funny-looking monster holding a tray of goodies
etched across its front, the words _Come to the dark side…
we have cookies!_ accompanying it. The 21-year-old also wore
a pair of black pajama pants with cookie designs (and bites
taken out of them) that matched the t-shirt. It was not sexy,
per se, but it was simply cute. Very, very cute.

I was not used to seeing Lindsay in pajamas. But she had
worn them every night since giving birth to our daughter,
Kaylee Janae, a little more than two weeks ago. Her body was
not back to its pre-pregnant form, of course, so Lindsay did
not feel comfortable sleeping in the nude as she had often
done in the past. In due time, though, she would. Lindsay
was going to begin an exercise regime with Trish in about a
month or so in order to get her trim figure back.

Hey, sweetheart, I greeted Lindsay in return. Perhaps a
break from my farming research was not such a bad thing after
all. Especially if it involved this little doll.

When are you coming to bed? Lindsay asked me with an
exaggerated, yet highly irresistible pout, stepping closer.
It was too much. The large, sorrowful puppy dog eyes, the
pouty mouth, the little furrowed brow. I took a deep breath
as my resolve all but instantly crumbled.

It is late, I conceded, motioning with both hands for
her to come closer. When she did, I brought Lindsay across
my lap and slid an arm around her delicate waistline. Hows
my little princess doing tonight?

Fine, Lindsay giggled, her cheeks blooming with that
gorgeous blush that had never once failed to captivate me.
That blush was her trademark. It was also irresistible.

And Kaylee? Is she sleeping?

Yeah, Lindsay nodded. She will probably get hungry and
wake up around three oclock. That seems to be her routine.
I read her a bedtime story and she fell asleep at 11:30. I
like it how Kaylee really responds to my voice.

All newborns find comfort and peace with the sound of
their mothers voice, I mused. Kaylee is an extension of
you, honey. She certainly responds a whole lot more to you
at this point than she does me. But that is normal.

Kaylee is an extension of you too, Jeremy.

Oh I know, honey.

It was difficult for me to have the lovely and vivacious
Lindsay sitting in my lap, her body pressed against mine,
while not being able to act on my urges. In all honesty, I
wanted to rip Lindsays pajamas off and make mad, passionate
love to her. And why not? Could anyone blame me?

Unfortunately, however, Lindsays body was still recovering
and healing from the process of being pregnant for nine months
and then going through 15 hours of painful labor. She still
had a whole month – six total weeks after Kaylee was born –
before the doctor suggested that it was safe for her to become
sexually active and intimate again. I could hardly wait.
Nor could any of the other ladies in our family.

I smiled at her. How about Trish and her baby, Jackson?
I trust Jackson is sleeping right now, too?

Trish and I put Jackson and Kaylee down at the same time,
Lindsay informed me. Trish is in bed with everyone else.
Lindsay jabbed at my shoulder with an extended finger and
playfully growled, Which is where you should be, Jeremy!

But I dont wanna! I grinned at her in defiance. I
much prefer being right here with you – you in my lap –
over anything else right now. Sleep is highly over-rated.

Lindsay swiveled in my lap and reached over toward one of
the side drawers of the massive computer desk. She opened it
and fished around inside, then pulled out a small candy bar.
I thought I was the only one who knew that Pamela had a stash
of guilty delights hidden here in the library. Guess not.

Chocolate is the cure for all the worlds problems,
Lindsay mused, slowly licking the remnants off of her thumb
with the sexy finesse that only she could master once the
candy bar was gone seconds later. My whole world came to an
abrupt halt as I took in the amazing visual. Lindsay was
equal parts beautiful and sexy. Toss in her sweet charm and
she often snagged the attention of anyone on two legs,
whether it be male or female. To say that Lindsay had a long
list of admirers was an understatement.

Yet she was my wife, and I was the only man she had ever
given herself to in a sexual way. Nothing was guaranteed,
of course, but I seriously doubted that would ever change.
I was going to be Lindsays first and only man throughout
her entire life. The girl had eyes for no other man than me.
I mean, how awesome was that? Really? I felt incredibly
privileged and honored to be the only man Lindsay would ever
give herself to and experience on an intimate level.

We should probably kiss or something, Lindsay suggested,
her lips a mere two inches from mine. She must have noticed
that I had been idly gawking at her. Id like that.

I chuckled lightly. Kissing was not against doctors
orders, thankfully. Oh yeah? You would, would you?

Very much so, Lindsay murmured before descending on my
mouth. There was no denying that our shared kiss was pretty
wonderful. We sank into it together, I felt it in my soul and
it spiraled outward, cascading and flooding every cell and
nerve ending within my body. I moved in closer, running my
hands up the back of her neck and throughout her hair. My
young bride purred in delight when she coiled her right leg
around my waist and squeezed generously as the scintillating
kisses continued and became even deeper and more emotional.

Before the spark between us turned into a raging inferno,
I made it a point to slow our pace before withdrawing my
mouth away entirely. I was tempted and this was difficult,
indeed, but I could not risk a setback to Lindsays health by
becoming intimate with her this closely removed from delivery.
What if she were to start bleeding? I certainly did not want
to have to rush her to the hospital in the middle of the night.
Still, it had been one hell of a good make-out session and
both Lindsay and yours truly were breathless as a result.

Lindsay turned in my arms and nestled her back against me,
facing the mass of research books and the open laptop. She
knew the risk factor too, and that we had to stop before
things got out of control. Of course, I held Lindsay snugly
from behind and planted a kiss just below her earlobe, which
made her entire body shiver. Lindsay proceeded to cover my
arms with hers at her stomach and hug them even tighter to
her. She then offered the most content, grateful sigh ever.

Since you refuse to go to sleep, Jeremy, I have an idea
what you and I could do to get through the night.

Hmmmmm? I grinned casually. Whats that, sweetheart?

_X-Box Live_!

I laughed. Lindsay and her video games. Sounds erotic.

Lindsay and I stayed in the library and talked for a long
time, which made it all the more better to me. We spoke about
parenthood and how our lives were going to be forever changed
because of not only Kaylee, but all of the other children as
well. She and I also touched on my upcoming wedding with
Scarlett which would take place next week here in Norway.
And Lindsay was going to marry Scarlett in the summer. We
also found plenty of other interesting topics to discuss.

I looked dreamily at Lindsay, who was still sprawled out
across my lap, though we had since moved to the comfortable
and plush sofa here in the library. So, honey. I got one
for you. If you were stranded on a desert island with no one
else in sight, what would you do with your time?

Practice and perfect the cartwheel. No question. You?

Wow, I laughed. You didnt even need a second to think
on that one. Ummmmm, I could try the cartwheel thing I guess,
but I would probably wind up breaking my neck in the process.

Thats because youre old.

My mouth dropped open in an equal mixture of playful shock
and offense. I am NOT old, honey. You need to stop saying
that about me. I gave a mock sniff. Its hurtful.

Its not so much that youre 41, and going to be 42 in
three weeks, Lindsay explained. You are old enough to be a
grandpa by the way, Jeremy, you know. But its the simple
fact that while you may be 41, you have the body and physical
prowess of someone who is 101. Youre old. Hardcore ancient.

I tilted my head and peered at her intently. Lindsay loved
to tease me and go on about the disparity in our ages. It had
been this way since we first met, and I doubt it would ever
change. I did not want it to change, mind you. It was fun
and playful, a free-spirited series of barbs we traded from
time to time. It was our own little thing.

But I decided to go back to the prior topic. Stranded on
a desert island. The cartwheel you plan to perfect, Lindsay,
while good exercise, would not keep you alive.

True, but think how impressed the rescuers would be if
they found me. They would make me the mayor of cartwheels!
They would give me to the key to Cartwheel City. You could
visit. But the city would need wheelchair access for you.

I shook my head in astonishment and pinned Lindsay beneath
me upon the sofa, only to start tickling her mercilessly in a
series of moves that had her squirming and giggling to escape
the assault. Still, she held steadfast.

Say Im the mayor of Cartwheel City!

I smiled at her. You are so whacky, its scary.

Im not whacky, Im charming! she huffed as I put an end
to the tickle torture. Now say it. Say what I would be.

I relented. You, my incredibly sweet and beautiful wife,
would be the mayor of Cartwheel City.

Lindsay ran her hands up and down my sides. Awwwww. I
like the way you said it, Jeremy. It was really nice.

I lifted her chin with one finger and met her gaze softly.
I have been known to be nice every now and then.

I love it when youre nice. Of course, there was that
mouth. God, that sweet mouth. I kissed it tenderly until
finally, Lindsay curled into my arms like she belonged there.
She did. It was her rightful place in life.

As it got deeper into the early morning hours and both of
us became quite groggy and tired, our conversation slowed and
eventually dwindled away. Still, I fought the urge to sleep,
wanting to savor every moment of having Lindsay within my arms
as she now slumbered away quite peacefully herself. As we lay
with our limbs tangled, her face tucked into my neck, I knew
that falling asleep was so totally not worth it. I wanted to
relish the togetherness that I felt with her right now.

But the sound of a crying baby at 3:13am broke the tranquil
bliss and serenity of the moment for me, and immediately gave
me a new priority. I reached over and shut off the wireless
baby monitor within a second, then was delighted to find that
the sudden outburst had not awakened Lindsay. She startled,
yes, but went right back into a deep and relaxing sleep. Oh,
that cry belonged to Kaylee. She was awake, and hungry.

Lindsay had stretched herself to the absolute max over the
past two weeks taking care of Kaylee and tending to her every
infant whim. Right now, at least, I was going to allow Lindsay
to sleep through Kaylees cries and struggles, and handle the
situation myself. Lindsay deserved some time off.

I left my wife all nice and snuggled within two blankets
on the library sofa and quickly hurried off toward the nursery
room that Kaylee shared with her older brother (by a whole
three days!), Jackson. As luck would have it, Jackson was
awake and feeding too, his mother, Trish, cradled him close
to her chest as she stood over Kaylees crib, gently massaging
her cries away with a thumb caressing her neck and shoulders.

Where have you been all night? Trish asked me, obviously
referring to the fact that I never did join her and the others
in bed. I hope none of them worried about me. And Lindsay?
Trish glanced around and behind me. Where is Lindsay? I
imagine that she has been with you this whole, entire time?

Lindsay and I were having too good of a conversation to
pass up by going to bed earlier in the library, I informed
Trish. She eventually did fall asleep, and is still there.
Im going to take care of Kaylee myself tonight.

My little daughter was upset and quite fussy when I picked
her up and lovingly cradled her to my sternum with both arms.
Trish went over to the refrigerator and retrieved a bottle
with Kaylees name on it, it was her infant formula. Lindsay
had decided that she was going to occasionally supplement
Kaylees breastfeeding diet with a bottle every now and then.
After all, breastfeeding was physically demanding and taxing
for a new mother. Some handled it much better than others.
Fortunately, Kaylee did not seem to mind the bottle as an
alternative. This would be her fourth time using it.

Everyone else asleep in bed?

Oh yeah, Trish responded, strolling over to her favorite
rocking chair and taking a seat there. I followed closely
behind, only to give Trish a kiss on the lips, followed by a
peck on the cheek to Jackson. But he was too happy of a
little dude right now to even notice.

Any issues or complaints from Kristanna or Scarlett
before they fell asleep? Both ladies were eight months
pregnant, of course. Scarlett was carrying a boy (Dylan)
while Kristanna would soon give birth to a girl (Ariel).
Their personal happiness and well-being was first and
foremost on my mind at the moment.

No, not really, Trish responded. Everyone was pretty
happy and in a good mood tonight. We watched some romantic
comedy movies in bed, and then people started going out like
lights. Although, many of us wondered where you were, Jeremy.
Lindsay then checked the voyeur room and said she found you
knee-deep in research books in the library. Trish grinned
and chuckled lightly, apparently at the forthcoming thought.
Lindsay said you looked all stern, and super serious.

Still trying to figure out this whole farming thing. I
then glanced down at Kaylee, and smiled at her. She was only
two weeks old, so incredibly delicate, and utterly precious.
Kaylee was the result of the love that Lindsay and I shared.

I truly believed that letting a baby take a bottle from
Dad was a great way to encourage bonding while, at the same
time, giving Mom a much-needed break. I felt a special,
certain sense of closeness with Kaylee as I began feeding
her through the bottle. Gazing down at her, feeling the
tenderness of skin-to-skin contact, knowing that I was
providing vital nourishment… this was bonding at its best.

Trish draped a towel across her shoulder and held Jackson
against it, then began to pat his back in quick, rapid-fire
succession. After about 20 seconds, Jackson let out a little
burp and Trish allowed him to return to breastfeeding.

Make sure you burp Kaylee for every one ounce of fluid
that she takes, Trish reminded me.

Not to be forgotten or denied proper credit, of course,
but Trish was a very original, sophisticated and all-natural
stunner. A fiercely loyal spirit that often found herself
as the center of attention, Trish embodied a fun and friendly
persona that fit seamlessly with the rest of the ladies in
our family. She was completely uncompromising in both her
hobbies and work, needing to see things through to the end.
The 33-year-old tackled every project in life with her all.

Trishs signature curvaceous and sexy figure came from
well over 15 years of athletic conditioning. This fit and
foxy lady was once employed as a fitness instructor in her
original hometown near Toronto. Trish had played hockey,
lacrosse and volleyball, and even took up both the martial
arts and kickboxing for a few years while still in Canada.

Perhaps most impressive of all was that Trish had held
steadfast in her promise to stay physically fit and active
while pregnant with our son, Jackson. At nine months in,
Trish would wake up every morning and perform 100 squats
without any assistance. Everyone would marvel at her for it
and her doctor encouraged Trish to continue to do it even
deep into her pregnancy. Because her body was so well
honed and conditioned from countless years of exercise (not
to mention accustomed to its trials and rigors), there was
no risk factor for the baby. Jackson was never in danger.

As a result of such a devoted and healthy lifestyle, while
Trish did not quite have the hardbody look back just yet
after giving birth two and a half weeks ago, no one could
even tell that she had been pregnant to begin with. It was
remarkable. Trish was encouraging everyone in our family,
even without saying a word, to stay active and live healthy.

I had never pinned down what Trishs ultimate appeal for