Chapter 23

Monday, November 1, 1976

When I awoke, Cindi was sleeping beside Sharon. I gently disengaged myself and made my way to the kitchen, by way of the bathroom.

I had just sat down after pouring my first cup of coffee when a beautifully naked Missy came in. She poured herself a cup and came and sat on my lap.

"Good morning love," I said.

Missy put her arm around me and buried her face in my neck. She made a grunt, which I assumed was her version of good morning. We sat there a couple of minutes while I had several sips of coffee and Missy had two.

"I love you Mike," she told me.

"I love you too, Missy."

"I haven't gotten to tell you before, but I am very proud of you for what you did at the accident."

"Thank you Sweetheart. It's nice to hear you say that, although I think it's undeserved."

"Whether you think it's deserved or not, the rest of us do. You risked your life to save those people."

"Missy, Honey, I didn't even think of it as risking my life at the time."

"It doesn't matter if you were scared or not. You're my hero and I'm proud of you."

"All I can say is thank you Missy."

"You're welcome."

We got on the road a little after eight. We took 80 East to Alt. 50, which we took for about thirty miles. We then got on route 95 heading South for Las Vegas.

I let Thelma start out driving, and she did quite well for about a hundred miles. I took over for her then, and wished I was back on route 80. Driving the RV on 80 had been a breeze, but on a two lane highway, it could be a nightmare. Especially after we got down into the Excelsior Mountains.

We stopped briefly for lunch, then hit the road again. It was only about 4:30 in the afternoon when I saw a roadside table. There was ample room around it, so I pulled in and told everyone we were here for the night.

Missy and Beth got their heads together and made us a wonderful dinner of oven broiled pork chops with mashed potatoes and gravy and whole kernel corn. They fixed a batch of brown and serve rolls to go with it.

We decided that since there was a chill at the altitude we were at, we'd turn on the propane heaters when we turned off the engine and see how well it kept the RV heated.

I was very tired, so I turned in early. Sharon went to bed with me, but we just snuggled. A little later I felt someone snuggle in behind me, but I immediately went back to sleep.

Tuesday, November 2, 1976

The heaters worked great. I made a mental note to get the propane topped off in Las Vegas since the stove and refrigerator worked off of it as well as the heaters.

The first couple of hours of driving were as torturous as they had been the night before. Then we started dropping out of the mountains and the road became straighter and wider.

I had been driving for about an hour with Sharon riding shotgun when She said she had to take a potty break. The door behind me opened almost immediately and Cindi came in and took over Sharon's seat.

"Can I talk to you for a minute Mike?" she asked.

"Any time you want Cindi. I really want to get to know you better."

"Mike, I really want to thank you for what you did in helping get us out of that car. Bonnie told me you sent my Mom up first. I really appreciate that."

"It's okay Cindi. I just did what had to be done."

"That's not true Mike. Most people wouldn't have climbed down that mountainside. At best they'd have gone somewhere and called the police. Bonnie also told me you stopped Jimmy from bleeding and that if you hadn't he'd have died."

"Bonnie has a big mouth Cindi."

Cindi giggled. "Bonnie loves you and is proud of you."

"You know for a little girl you sure do think and talk like an adult."

"Sometimes. Sometimes I just want to be a little girl forever."

"There's a lot less to have to worry about when you're a little girl, isn't there?"

"Yep."

We rode along in silence for a few minutes then Cindi spoke up again. "I've been doing a lot of talking with Missy and Beth. I know there's no way at my age I can live with you guys, but would you mind if I spent a lot of time at your house?"

"Cindi. you can spend as much time at our house as you want and your father will allow. Any time you want to come over just call us, mentally, and Beth or Missy or Thelma or Bonnie or I will come get you."

"Thank you Mike. I love my Dad and Jimmy, but they're not like you guys. They can't hear me when I think something at them, and I have to try hard to hear them when they think. With you guys, it's hard not to hear you. I have to make an effort to turn you off."

"Yeah, I know what you mean Cindi. It is pretty nice being around people who are like you isn't it?"

"Yes it is. I've learned a lot from you guys in a short time."

"Cindi, you do know you can't tell anyone about our being able to read thoughts or any of the rest of it, don't you?"

"Yes, Mike. Bonnie explained to me about people wanting to use us. I don't want to live in a cage, and that's where they'd put us."

"I'm afraid so. People would be afraid of us. They'd also want to take advantage of us. If you are ever in trouble, you have to be careful not to do anything that would let people know you have special abilities."

"There's something else I wanted to talk to you about too, Mike."

"What's that Sweety?"

"Sex."

"Sex?"

"Yeah. I know my vagina is too small right now to have sex, but when I get a little older will you teach me about sex? I mean, will you be my first?"

"If you still feel that way when you're fifteen, I might consider it. You're way too young to be thinking about it now though."

We pulled into Las Vegas around four in the afternoon. I stopped at a truck stop and asked directions to an RV park. This one was very nice. The lots were large, and they had a dumping station so we could empty our holding tank.

After we were hooked up and leveled, we decided to do a little exploring in the Suburban. Thelma volunteered to drive, so I just sat back and relaxed. The strip sure looked different from the last time I was here in 2001.

We drove around for a while, taking in the sights. Even in the seventies the strip was a neon wonderland. We discussed the different things we could do and decided we'd like to take in a show before we left the area.

We had an early dinner at a nice restaurant. Cindi held my hand as we walked in. Bonnie said that after dinner she'd like to go ticket hunting, so I asked if they could drop me off at the RV first. Missy, Cindi and Sharon said they'd keep me company.

We got in the RV and everyone immediately stripped. It was getting to the point that none of us liked clothes at any time. Cindi fit right in.

"Cindi, what are you going to do when you go back to live with your dad?" I asked. "You're not going to be able to go naked all the time there."

"I know Mike. He and Jimmy would freak out if I walked through the house this way. It might be fun to try it once though."

I laughed. "Honey, you'd be grounded until you're eighteen. If they found out you didn't wear clothes when you're with us, your dad would never let you come near us again."

Sharon and I had been cuddling on the couch during this exchange. Now Missy came over to join us. She slapped Sharon's leg to get her to move it away from mine, then she climbed onto my lap, her legs on either side of mine, facing me.

Missy's pussy was spread wide. I looked down at it, then back into her eyes. She smiled and scooted a couple of inches closer. "Are you trying to steal my man, slut?> Sharon asked as she gently squeezed Missy's clit.

Missy sucked in a breath. "No, I'd just like to borrow him for a while if I could."

"I think that could be arranged," Sharon told her as she kissed Missy's left nipple.

"Why don't we all move back to the big bed where it's more comfortable?"

"Cindi, we're going back to the bedroom for a while. Will you be okay by yourself?"

"Yeah, Bonnie gave me a book to read. It's not fair though. You guys get to have fun and I can't even watch."

When we got to the master bedroom, we all piled in to the bed. It is interesting being in a pile with two naked females. Interesting and exciting. Sharon and I shared a four alarm kiss and Missy was playing with my growing erection."

I pulled Missy up to me and lowered my lips to hers. I started with a gentle touching of our lips. She snuggled in so I said, "I haven't forgotten about you Missy."

"That's okay Mike. Can I ask you a favor?"

"Sure, Missy. Anything you want."

"Could you... uh... do me in the butt?"

"Are you sure you want to do that Missy?"

"I'm not sure I'll like it, but I'm sure I want to try it. When you stuck your finger in my butt the other day I had the biggest climax I ever had."

"My cock is a lot bigger than my finger lover."

"I know that. I was talking to Thelma about it and she says if you go slow it doesn't have to hurt."

"Well Honey, I've never been a big fan of doing it that way. Why go in the poop chute when a pussy feels so good? If you want to try it, we'll do it. Just promise me you'll tell me if it hurts and we'll stop. I'm not into pain for either partner."

"Okay Mike. I promise. I love you Mike."

"I love you too. We'll need some kind of lubricant."

"Already taken care of. Thelma had some KY jelly in her bag of goodies. It's in the table beside the bed."

"So, you've got this all planned out. Okay lover. Let's do it." I pulled her to me and we kissed for several minutes. I was stroking her back and her butt the whole time. I noticed Sharon get up and get a tube of lube from the night stand.