Chapter 14
After their first frantic fuck in the shower, June and Bobby stepped out and dried themselves. The boy opened the door to let some of the steam escape, then went over and stood over the toilet. His mother wrapped a large, white bathtowel around her wet, exhausted body and came over and held his penis for him while he urinated. He pissed dark-yellow. When he was done she didn't shake him-she went down in front of him and licked the last drop of amber liquid from the end of his prick.
"MMMmmm," she sighed, "doesn't taste bad at all."
He giggled, but pulled away from her when she began to work at his prick once more.
"Not now, please," he said apologetically, "it really smarts."
June frowned. "From one orgasm?"
He didn't want to tell her about Barbara, not yet. "I'll be all right later, okay?"
June remembered her original reason for fucking him. Don't act disappointed, she told herself. She smiled up at him. "That's a promise, right?"
"Right," he said, relieved.
She looked at herself in the mirror, which was beginning to clear of steam. "I look ten years younger," she said with sadsfacdon, "don't I?"
He looked at her as he dried himself with a towel. "Twenty," he said.
She beamed with pleasure and looked back into the glass.
"Do you really think so?" "Uh-huh," he said.
It was true. She was radiant. Her make-up had all washed off in the bath, but her cheeks still glowed with a youthful flush. And her body had not felt this good in a year at least
"You know, I think you're right. I was getting so old and staid." She giggled like a girl. "I'd say I've discovered the real fountain of youth."
Fountain is the word for it, thought Bobby, holding his tender prick.
She came over and kissed him, her cloth-covered breasts brushing against his naked chest, her long, slim fingers tickling behind his ears. "I want you to know I'm very proud of my little Bobby."
Suddenly he was a child again. He hugged her chastely, as any boy hugs his mother.
"Now, go into my room and take a nap. You must be tired. I'll be in as soon as I dry my hair.
He obeyed her. A half-hour later, when she went into her room, he was asleep. She dropped the towel on the floor beside the bed and, pulling back the sheet, joined him.
It was hours later when Bobby awoke. He felt hands pressing his legs apart. He felt something warm and wet close over the head of his cock. He looked down; his mother's gray-streaked black mass of hair was bobbing quickly between his legs. A wave of warmth washed over him. He lay back and enjoyed it. He didn't say a word. No use opening his big mouth and spoiling all the fun.
June had almost forgotten the flavor of cock. She closed her mouth tightly around the tool, savoring the pungent taste. She had always loved fellatio, had never been one of those females that shied away from it-she considered them half women. Ever since she glimpsed her first prick, she was irresistibly drawn to the act; she had delighted her husband immeasurably on their wedding night when she'd continued their lovemaking after their first connubial fuck by sliding down on the bed and taking his still hard, blood-tipped member between her lips. She did not even wash it first; she licked the organ clean of her own virgin blood.
That was the tone of their marriage for the first ten years. They were never prudes-though she kept her maidenhead until her honeymoon, June was never afraid of sex; she had simply been taught by her liberal but religious mother that it should not be indulged in without the sacrament of marriage. Once the vows were taken, June considered anything permissable. During their first ten years together, she and Martin experienced nearly every conceivable variation of the love act. It was only then, after a decade of companionship, when they came to feel that all the possibilities were exhausted, that their physical relationship began to decline. They were an intelligent, imaginative couple for whom the idea of sex was as exciting and fulfilling as the acts themselves. They soon grew weary of the repetitions. This was their downfall.
It was ten years later that Martin, obeying the dictates of his passion, made love to his daughter Liz and, unknown to either himself or his wife, set the stage for a new drama that would bring them closer than they had ever been.
At the very moment that June sucked in and swallowed her son's semen, Martin was turning the car off the Expressway and onto the road that would take him to his home.
"Did you enjoy that?" Bobby's mother asked him as she returned from the bathroom with a washcloth and began to wipe her saliva from his dripping organ.
"Ooooooooh, so much," he sighed.
She smiled at him. "You know, I was only going to do this once, but now seems it might be nice to make a habit of it, don't you agree?"
Bobby lay back and enjoyed the feeling as she cooled his warm loins with the wet cloth. "I sure do," he said dreamily. He was not even fully awake and he had already shot into his mother's mouth. He tried to get his bearings, but gave it up. After everything that had happened that week, he thought nothing could surprise him, but now he had to admit that his mind was really blown. Oh well, he thought, if I'm going crazy I might as well give up and enjoy it.
"There's just one thing," she went on, "I don't want you to mention this to your sisters. Let's just keep it as our little secret, okay?"
This was something he hadn't expected; it brought him out of his reverie. "Why not?" he asked.
June was playing the manipulator. Just as she was keeping secret from Bobby her new relationship with Liz, she was trying to conceal from her daughter the fact that she was also making her son-the better to enjoy them each privately. Having never had sex with more than one person at a time, she was unaware of the advantages of orgy.
"Because," she lied, "if you tell Liz or Barbara about us, one of them might tell your father. If he finds out that you and I are fucking, he'll take me to court and I could well lose possession of you children. If that happens you and I won't be able to see each other any more. You wouldn't want that, would you?" She lay down on her back and drew him on top of her, wrapping her legs around his hips and working her tongue around the inside of his mouth. His prick was erect and pressed against the top of her hairy mound. She went on tonguing him and worked one hand down between their bodies. She wrestled his standing prick down between her legs and into her cunt. She was still wet from the fluid that had flowed in sympathy to the blow-job. He slid in right up to the root.
"GGGaaaahhhh!" she grunted as she felt herself consumed by his staff.
He knew he wouldn't come again, but he remembered how good it felt to give her an orgasm. He started humping, driving his stake into the heart of her pleasure. He hammered it in until she expired from ecstatic convulsions. He thought that was enough and began to withdraw, his cock drooping.
"Do it again! Again!" she pleaded.
She grabbed his buttocks and would not let him escape. Her nails dug into his asscheeks. Pain went through him like a lightning bolt, recharging his passion. He redoubled his efforts. With blinding speed he humped her body, banging his rod repeatedly against the back wall of her vagina. His renewed energy brought her fresh discharges. His power seemed to flow out of him and into her, only to build to a new climax and be released. Her come-fluid seeped from her like acid leaking from a discharging battery.
Their fucking brought back memories of her first intercourse, of that wild, almost unbelievable sensation when her husband broke through the wall of her virginity. What she remembered about the experience wasn't a thought or an emotion, though her wedding night had certainly been an emotional event, but rather the almost physical fact that this sensation existed. Later, after Martin fell asleep, she lay awake for hours, wondering how this world of pleasure could have existed within her for years without her knowledge of it. She had awakened to sex at an early age, having spent all her teenage years in private girls' schools. At thirteen she had never lacked girl-friends-there was always someone who wanted to finger-fuck. At fifteen she was introduced to cunnilingus by none other than the headmistress herself, a lovely gray-haired woman of fifty; and from then on June had been popular with students and teachers alike. But it wasn't until college that she met Martin Reynolds, fell in love with him and left lesbianism behind. It wasn't until her twentieth year that she felt a cock inside of her, and it turned her on so much she never even thought of going back to girls. But last night, after Liz coaxed her upstairs, silentiy stripped off her nightgown, and then sucked her off, June couldn't help herself. She was glad now she hadn't. Things looked pretty good for June Reynolds, even without a husband. Still, she thought, haven't I been doing the very thing we split up over? She still loved him, but she knew what he had done was a spontaneous thing. If he ever found out how cold-bloodedly she had seduced his son, he would be horrified. She knew he wouldn't come back on her terms, and she wasn't about to give up what she had now with Bobby and Liz, so . ..
June's words and cries of encouragement to Bobby drowned out the sound of the car pulling into the driveway. Martin was at the wheel with Liz beside him and Barbara in the back seat. After lunch he had taken them to a fine clothing boutique where Liz had bought a leather miniskirt and insisted on wearing it home. All the way home Martin had found it hard not to stare at her long legs, but it was difficult to keep his eyes on the road.
In the dressing room of the shop Liz told Barbara about the night before, and also what she hoped had happened today while they were in the city. As they got out of the car both girls were tingling with anticipation.
"I'll bet they're doing it right now," Liz whispered in her sister's ear.
The redhead shivered at the thought. "I hope so," she said. "Wouldn't it be wild if we could all do it together?"
Her older sister winked and pursed her lips in a suggestion of silence. They followed their father up to the house.
At the front door Liz stopped and said, "Do you hear that?"
"What?" Martin said, putting his key in the lock. Even with June out of town he felt a little anxious being there, as if his wife had left behind a ghostly presence to haunt his return.
"SSh!" Liz and Barbara were stock-still, listening.
Martin looked at his daughters uncomprehendingly. "What are you two talking about?"
Liz gave her sister a look as if asking her if she should tell him something he did not know. Barbara went along with the game and nodded.
"It's Bobby," the brunette said.
"I don't understand."
Liz glanced at Barbara again. The redhead smiled encouragingly. "Tell him the whole thing," she said.
"All right," Liz said. She looked at Martin. "I think Bobby's upstairs with his girlfriend."
The truth began to dawn on him.
"You mean, in bed?"
Both girls nodded.
This was certainly a surprise. The last time Martin had seen his son the boy had only two interests: football and more football. Girls had been no more a part of his life than classical music. Martin shook his head. He realized how long he'd been away.
Liz took advantage of his moment of confusion. Unabashedly she seized him by the hand and pushed open the door.
"Let's go in and wait for them to finish, then we'll scare the life out of him," she said.
With devilish looks on their faces the girls dragged their father into the house. Once inside Martin also heard the sounds of fucking filtering down from above. The three intruders went quietly into the living room and sat down.
Liz knew it could only be her mother and her brother making those noises. She felt a fine flush of victory sweep through her. So even her mother was vul- nerable to the temptations of incest. She knew that in her own case it was her body and not her identity that had attracted her mother; if June had wanted a young girl, it would have been difficult for her to find one on her own-therein lay her desire for Liz-but a man she could have found anywhere, even a young one. It must have been that casual remark she'd made about Bobby being queer-that's what must have done it. As she mixed a drink for the three of them she smiled to herself: so her mother hadn't been so difficult to convert after all. Now all that was needed to bring the situation to a head was to bring her parents together and expose the truth. With luck, her father would bow to circumstance and join the fun, if not- She handed Martin a martini and sat next to him on the couch. She hoped to get a couple of drinks into him before the confrontation to loosen him up a bit. He was obviously uncomfortable as he sat on the sofa and quietly sipped his drink.
"What's the matter, Dad, shocked by your little boy's behavior?"
He frowned at his elder daughter. Her blouse was tucked tightly into her miniskirt, fitting snugly around the twin globes of her breasts. He remembered the day they made love. He recalled how it had felt to lie between her firm thighs, to sink his tool so deep into her tight quim. He thought back to how her tiny tit-tips had tasted. He knew she wanted him. There were ways of telling. He figured that was the real reason she had asked him out to the house, to have him in her bed again. After all, don't all daughters desire their fathers? And wasn't that desire reciprocated by every man? The reason for his divorce had never leaked out, thankfully, but more than one of his friends had expressed an interest in his long-legged daughter. He couldn't blame them. She was beautiful. A regular knockout. And God knows she's good in bed, he thought. And why shouldn't she be? Wasn't she a woman first of all, before anything else, including a daughter? And wasn't he a man? Did it really matter so much if they enjoyed each other, so long as no one suffered for it?
Pleased with his reasoning, he sat back and tried to figure out how he could have the best of both worlds: his wife and his daughter.
Liz repeated her question.
"Oh," he said, startled out of his thoughts, "no, I'm not shocked at all. You seem to forget that I was a boy once myself, and that Bobby is my son."
"I haven't forgotten," she said, fully realizing that he would not understand the hidden meaning in her vague remark. "In fact, how would you like to see how his technique compares with yours?"
The gin was beginning to take effect. Before he could stop them, the girls had hustled him halfway up the stairs.
"Now wait a minute!" he said, but Barbara put her finger to his lips before he could finish.
"Be quiet," Liz ordered in a whisper. "We aren't going to barge in on anybody, we're just going to observe from the door."
They led him down the hallway to the master bedroom. Liz went down on her knees to spy through the keyhole, but the room was at such an angle that she could see nothing. Barbara stood beside her father, her arm encircling his waist, her luscious boobs pressed wantonly against his arm.
The older girl opened the door a crack and peeked in. Before Martin could resist, she had thrown the door open and yanked him into the room behind her. Now he was mad; he didn't like being manhandled this way, even by his own daughters. He was about to turn his anger against Liz when his glance involuntarily fell on the couple in bed, and the truth slapped him full in the face, stunning him speechless.
June had rolled over and was bouncing joyfully on her son's prick. As she rose and fell, her hair came down and broke like a wave on the shore of her shoulders. Her pleasure pounded through her body like a heavy surf. Suddenly she was aware of the intrusion, of the existence of others in the room. She twisted about and stared at the door. Her daughters were standing there, their faces twisted with perverse delight, and between them, tall, handsome and uncomprehending, stood Martin, her husband.
She threw herself off Bobby to the other side of the bed, and pulled the covers over in a ludicrous attempt to hide herself. For the full quarter minute that Martin watched his wife before she had realized her discovery, his conflicting emotions mixed together into a soup of confusion. Now, in response to her low-life comedy reaction to the situation, they all came spilling out in laughter.
He laughed at everything: at June's thoughtless try at escape, at the look on Bobby's face, at how he had so easily been tricked by his scheming daughters. He laughed at his own stupidity, at June's hypocrisy, at Bobby's embarrassment. He couldn't be angry with the boy; after all, his mother was a beautiful woman. In fact he felt a certain pride in Bobby's conquest. He couldn't even be angry with June. He didn't know why, it was simply true. He wasn't mad at her.
After a few minutes of bewilderment over her husband's good humor, June's smeared lips cracked wide into a smile of relief.
"I'm glad you're taking it so well," she said.
He laughed again. "Don't you see," he said, gesturing a reversal of their positions, "this is where we came in, only it was the other way around."
June looked at her daughters. "You didn't go shopping at all, did you?" she said accusingly.
"Of course we did, Mother," Liz said, striding forward with her hands on her shapely hips. "That's where I got this terrific skirt that Dad has been staring at all the way home."
Martin smirked lecherously. "I wasn't staring at the skirt, for Christ's sake."
"Oh?" Liz said, sauntering over to him.
"No, I was staring at your cute little ass." He took her in his arms and kissed her full on the lips. For an oblivious moment they twisted in each other's arms. Martin reached down and pulled up the hem of her skirt. He worked it up to her waist until her whole pan-tie-covered bottom was on view for all to see. And every one of them enjoyed the sight. June ran her tongue across her lower lip in recollection of the texture of that silk-soft skin. Barbara and Bobby did the same, but the boy was thinking more of her cunt, and the heated clutchings of her vagina.
"All right, all right," June said, smiling, "break it up and bring some of that over here."
Liz, with her arms around her father's neck, looked at June. "Do you mean him or me, Mother?"
June shrugged. "How about him first, you next?"
Martin paused. "Are you sure all's forgiven?"
His wife threw off the covers to expose her magnificent and mature body. She put out her arms in welcome. "Darling, if we're all guilty of the crime, I guess the crime doesn't exist."
He went to the side of the bed and embraced her. After a long, lingering kiss they turned toward the girls and Bobby, who had gone over to join his sisters. All three of them were watching their parents feverishly.
"Well, go ahead Daddy, fuck her," Barbara said.
The two girls ran over and began to help him out of his clothes. They pulled off his coat, tie and shirt. Liz pulled out his belt and threw it to Bobby.
"Here, muscles, if they won't do it beat them with this!"
"We'll do it. We'll do it!" Martin cried as they pulled his trousers down and off.
June took care of his undershorts. Soon he was as naked as his wife.
When Barbara saw his prick spring up to life she breathed a long whistle. "Wow, I never s*aw that one before."
Her mother smiled and hefted it up in her hands. "Do you like it, honey?"
"Shit yes," the redhead cooed. "Can I try it when you're finished with it?"
"Certainly, but let me have it first. Remember: age before beauty." She pulled her younger daughter's face down to her and kissed her on the mouth as Martin used his tongue over her hard nipples. "Your father's mouth on my tits is making me so horny ... go over there with your brother and sister and amuse your- selves while we occupy the bed. When we're finished you're going to get a chance with both of us."
Barbara clapped her hands with delight and ran over to join Liz and Bobby, who already had their clothes off and had started a sixty-nine.
Martin looked down into his wife's face. "Well," he said, "are we going to disappoint the children? It seems they've gone to a lot of trouble to bring us together."
June smiled. "You'll never believe how much."
He put his arms around his wife and laid her down jn her back. He climbed over her. The touch of her body was familiar, yet at the same time there was an exciting foreign feel to it.
She drew him slowly into her, appreciating each inch of his swollen stalk. He looked deep into her eyes.
"Remember me?" he whispered.
She twitched her hips bewitchingly. "How could I forget?" she said.
He held himself above her on his extended arms and ground his pelvis slowly, rhythmically against her open crotch. She ran her fingers across his barrel chest, teasing his nipples.
"MMMmmmm, nice," she giggled.
"But not as nice as yours," he said, bending down to take one distended dug into his sucking mouth.
She searched out the side of his head and slid her tongue into his ear. He growled with pleasure and began to buck. She responded knowingly to his fuck-thrusts, matching his rhythm identically, bouncing against him at a frantic pace.
"OOOOOhhhhhh, you still know how to do it, don't you, Martin?"
"Yes ... yes ... yes ... yes."
With each word he took another step toward orgasm. She followed close behind. In a matter of seconds they had discharged together.
Martin closed his eyes at the moment of ecstasy. He filled her vagina with a pint of warm come. She seemed to swallow it down with her nether-mouth. He felt her vaginal muscles contract and relax as if gulping for more.
He opened his eyes and was surprised to see that June was staring at the other end of the room. He separated from his wife's body and turned to see what was so interesting.
On the floor by the door were the Reynolds children. Bobby was almost invisible under the bodies of his sisters. Each girl was kneeling over a part of his body: Liz over his crotch, Barbara over his face. The girls had furthered the fun as well by each placing a finger over the other's clit. This added spice made the position that much tastier. Barbara was off in another world, her shivering body the only evidence that she belonged to this world. Liz, on the other hand, was completely conscious. The sight of her father and mother balling in front of her had boosted her excitement to the danger point, but now that the older pair had come and were relaxing in each other's arms, it was as if cold water had been thrown onto the fire of her passion. She stared straight ahead of her with smoldering eyes, trying to recreate in her mind the image of her fucking parents. She humped ferociously on Bobby's prick, but even his formidable weapon could not bring her off.
With a shriek Barbara seized Bobby's head between her hands and slammed her wet loins down again and again onto his open mouth.
"Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh!"
June and Martin watched in amusement as their redheaded daughter commanded the attention of the room with her orgiastic shudderings.
The girl relaxed and rolled over on the floor. Her sister continued to ride their mutual lover. Now, without the stimulation of her sister's finger, it looked like there was no way Liz would reach the climax she desired.
June got Barbara's attention. "Come over here, darling. There's something your father and I would like to tell you."
The redhead crawled over to the side of the bed and looked up at her parents. "And what is that?" she asked.
"Oh, we can't tell you if you're down there, can we dear?" she turned to her husband. He smiled wickedly and shook his head. "There, you see, even your father doesn't think so. Therefore you must come up here right away."
Barbara joined them on the bed. "All right, what is it?"
"This!" they both shouted and stuck their tongues in her ears. Each of her parents grabbed a heavy breast in one hand, each a luscious thigh in the other. Then they rolled her over. She ended up on her knees with her mother below her, the woman's lips flush up against the lips of her hairy cunt. Her father moved behind and brought the full power of his newly stiffened cock against her bottom. She wiggled her hips to assist him; in a matter of seconds he was sliding his tool far into the depths of her vagina.
Neither Martin nor June had been in bed with Barbara before. Now her sexy redhead looks really turned them on. Her father attacked her from behind with his cock, while her mother attacked her from below with her mouth.
Now Barbara was in for a real treat. As her parents continued their combined caresses, rekindling the flame of want that burned within her, she saw before her the miracle of her mother's cunt. A thousand standing cocks could not have tempted her from that sweet mouthful. She sank her lips and tongue into it, sucking up for the first time in her life the drippings of her mother's sex. It was delicious.
After June felt the mouth of (she thought) her virgin daughter on her spilling cunt, it took her only seconds to pop her cork and send the whole bottle of womb-wine sluicing down and out the neck of her vaginal opening and into the thirsty girl's throat.
Barbara got drunk on June's cunt-liquid. She squirmed her ass back hard against her father's prick and bathed it too with a gush of quim-water.
Her father ejaculated squarely into her from behind.
" AAAAA AA AAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!" he yelled.
It had been a long time since Martin Reynolds had come twice running. And a long time as well since he had done what he just did into one of his daughters' holes.
At that moment he made a solemn oath to himself that he would never again wait that long to enjoy the pleasures they afforded.
Liz was trying to think herself into coming. Her father's cry roused her from her intense concentration.
"Room for one more?" she called over to them.
"Sure," Barbara answered.
"But bring that good-looking boy with you," June said.
Bobby had already come twice into Liz's cunt as she kneeled over him. He was happy for the chance to escape her now that his prick was softening. Maybe on the bed it would get hard again. He wondered where he would stick it next.
June seemed to know where. She grasped him by the hand and dragged him in beside her, kissing him down across his stomach toward his soft cock. She tickled the pisshole, irritating the raw nerve endings with her tender tongue. She fitted her mouth around the entire penis-head, then slid the motherfucking member into her eager throat. She thought, for a moment, that the damn thing would never stop going down. She was surprised by her own disappointment when it did.
After a few loving strokes her son's cock-shaft was as strong as ever. It was times like these that Bobby was glad he was only a horny fifteen-year-old. Imagine a woman wanting you, and not being able to get hard, he thought to himself.
With the tumescence of Bobby accomplished, he and his mother rejoined the party. Liz was humping Barbara's bare bottom from behind, while with the fingers of both hands she mixed the stew of juices in the redhead's cunt; Martin had been finally reunited with the long-lost brunette-he had his prick up her cunt from behind.
June fitted herself under them all. It was her favorite position: from beneath she got to suck everybody. On their knees on the bed, their legs formed a perfect bridge for her to slip beneath. Her tongue flowed swiftly from one crotch to another.
Bobby wondered where he was to come in. For a few minutes he feared he was to be ignored, but once his mother had settled herself and had begun licking the genitals of her family, she moved him right into the action. She motioned him closer. He obeyed, moved right up between her legs. He thought she wanted him to fuck her again as he had been fucking her all day. But he was wrong. She wanted him to fuck her, all right, but not the way he'd been doing it all day. She wanted to try something different.
As he thrust to send his penis into her slimy, gaping vagina, she suddenly forced the head of his cock down. Bobby almost gasped with surprise-his mother wanted him to fuck her asshole! He didn't know whether he could, whether he should. For a moment he thought it might anger his father, but when he looked and saw the expression on Martin's face as he banged his rod dog-style into his daughter's cunt, he knew the man could be anything but angry. At least not that night. Fortunately, June did not give the boy any choice in the matter. She fisted the dank dingus and with a mighty heave sent the whole match shooting up into the bowels of her rectum.
Her legs went up and rested on Bobby's shoulders as the energetic youngster warmed to the task. Soon he was sliding his tool like an anal expert in and out of that smallest of orifices.
Barbara, who still knelt in a sixty-nine position over her screaming mother, with Liz from behind humping and fingering, and their father behind her heaving and bumping, completed the cluster of bodies by leaning forward and mouthing the soiled tool of her brother as it slipped and slid in and out of their mother's anus.
The whole Reynolds family was wrapped up in a huge ball of flesh, and it was a ball they were having!
Martin was balling Liz, his beautiful brunette daughter, from behind while he played with her breasts and their rosy tips.
Liz had her father's prick from behind and the added stimulation of humping the firm, round globes of her sister's bottom. She also had both hands knuckle-deep in seeping cunt-juice.
Barbara bucked and whinnied under Liz's caresses, but not enough to wrench her mouth away from the smelly cock of her brother.
Bobby felt his mushrooming member kissed by Barbara's lips and hugged by his mother's affectionate sphincters which held his phallus in a fond embrace. He also felt his cock being licked by Barbara's tongue and laved by the heat of his mother's steaming anus.
And June, of course, received into her bowels the liquid proof of her son's arousal as her own oral urges sent her tongue this way and that way through the split groins of her husband and daughters.
The fucking and sucking went on and on until the hour of midnight, when, to the chiming of the bedroom clock, each member of the family fired off their last, exhausted round of come.
Bobby was the first to nod off to sleep. Martin lay back on the bed and smoked a cigarette silently. June was combing her hair. Barbara went downstairs for some cool drinks. Liz curled up next to her father and told him the story of her first week home from college, while June listened along and nodded occasionally in agreement.
When the story was finished Martin shook his head.
"I'll tell you something," he said. "Whatever it was that thought this whole thing up, whether God, Man or Beast-whoever it was, they sure came up with one hell of a well-laid plan."
They all laughed as Barbara came in with four tall glasses of soda. "Speaking of God," she said seriously, "We'd all better get to sleep or we'll be late for Church in the morning."
"For what?" Liz interrupted.
"For Church, aren't you going?"
Liz shook her head. "Tomorrow is Sunday, the day of rest. I intend to do just that. It has been seven days since I returned, and my work is completed."
June and Martin looked at each other across the room and smiled. They were not listening to what their daughters were saying.
Liz looked at both her parents. "And you know something, Barbara," she went on.
The redhead shook her head.
"It is good," Liz said.