gasping and moaning as she got closer and closer to her release.
I was on the verge of unloading myself into her when she suddenly threw her head back and released a soft cry as her she found her pleasure. The sensation of her vagina spasming around my manhood was enough to trigger my own climax, and with a couple of short, hard thrusts into her, I pressed myself as deeply inside her as I could as the first jet of my cum began to spray her insides.
I continued to flood her vagina with my inert seed as her delightfully hot and tight sheath clasped at me. Finally, I had nothing left to give her; but I continued to hold her breasts in my hand and my penis inside her as I felt a series of small spasms course through her body. Only when several seconds had gone since the last one did Kelly let her head fall forward; that was my signal that her orgasm was over, and I eased my hips back to let my softening penis pull free of her. She stood and turned around, and the two of us hugged and kissed, having again shown our love for each other.
Kelly eased herself out of my arms, and I looked down to where I could see a wad of my jism slowly running down the inside of one of her thighs. She saw my penis twitch, and laughingly told me 'I don't know what it is about you, Dan, that you find the sight of your cum running down my leg so sexy!'
I grinned and told her 'I don't either – but I do!'
She grinned back and told me 'Yeah, I've noticed. But we still need to clean up – so let's clean up! And no more funny business, either, mister!'
'But you're the one that started it!' I protested, still smiling.
'That's right, I did, didn't I?' she answered, before adding 'Well, then, I guess you'll get to start it next time, okay?'
I laughed, and agreed 'Deal!' – and getting a laugh in reply.
A few minutes later, we were both cleaned up (again), and had a little fun when we dried each other off.
Back in the den, we found Marilyn having as much fun watching cartoons as the kids, if her laughter was any indication.
Later that day, the five of us went out to a local park where Kelly and I played Frisbee with the kids, and watched as they played for a while on the jungle gym and other toys and rides. As I watched them, I could only wish (as I had so many times before) that I had even half the energy they displayed as they played.
When the kids were done, we all headed for one of the local shopping malls. These were something Marilyn was familiar with, since they had them in the Philippines. As we visited some of the different stores, I was careful to keep the kids from bothering them whenever Marilyn indicated that there was something of a personal nature that she wanted to buy. I saw her, and even Kelly, both give me grateful looks when I would suggest to the kids that while Marilyn was busy, we could go look at something else.
That night was pretty much a repeat of the night before, except that Kelly prepared supper for all of us.
Sunday morning, Marilyn was surprised (and somewhat overawed) when Bishop Ferguson showed up to give her a ride to church. After he brought her back, she told us that he'd picked her up that time just to make sure she knew she was welcome, and that he'd made arrangements for some other people in the area to get her to church and home again until she was able to drive herself. She knew that Kelly and I weren't religious, despite Kelly's having gone to a Catholic school, and was perfectly accepting of the fact that we didn't go with her.
When it was time to head over to Paul's, we all changed clothes and got into my car. Once there, Marilyn was quickly greeted and welcomed by everyone that had met her before, and could make it there. Candice was off on an assignment for the newspaper she wrote for, and couldn't make it – but Jan and the others made sure that Marilyn knew that Candice was looking forward to seeing her again, too.
Between Paul, his boys Leo and John, Sarah's husband Al and their two boys George and Mike, and Bill (my client that had sent me to the Philippines), Daniel had plenty of people to keep him entertained. Ditto for Janet, who had all the girls, Sarah, Bill's wife Trudy, and Paul's girlfriend Stacy.
The afternoon went by with all of us having a great time; everyone was eager to hear how things were going for Marlyn and Ted, and Marilyn had more than enough opportunities to tell everyone about what she planned to do in school, and how happy she was to see all of them again.
When the afternoon finally wore down and all of us were ready to go home again, Marilyn made it a point to stop and thank everyone for coming, and telling them how welcome they made her feel.
On the ride home, Marilyn (in the back seat between the kids so there wouldn't be any fussing about who got a window seat) told us 'Thank you, Tito Dan and Tita Kelly, for this afternoon. It was so nice to see everyone again!'
Kelly turned her head to tell Marilyn 'Marilyn, it doesn't have to be just this once that you see them. I know that any of them would be delighted to see you, any time you wanted to invite them over, or go over to their place.'
Marilyn seemed a little unsure, and asked 'Really?'
I caught her eye via the rearview mirror and answered 'Really, Marilyn. You are family to us, and they are our friends; so if you will let them, they will be YOUR friends, too.'
Reassured that she really was welcome to see them more, she got a happy look on her face before pointing something out to the kids.
The following couple of weeks, we settled into something close to a routine.
After Kelly and I left, Marilyn would catch a city bus to where her Drivers Ed classes were; each class was only a couple of hours, and the first week was spent in the classroom as they taught the students road signs, safety, and all the rest. After classes, Marilyn would come back home and carefully study the material she'd learned that day until Kelly or I brought the kids home. When the classroom instruction was done, an hour or so of each afternoon would be spent at a local game arcade, where she would use one of the road racing games to 'practice' driving. Since her goal was to be safe, versus go fast, her scores were abysmal – something that she took a measure of pride in. Sometimes, Kelly or I would go out with her in her car to let her get a little more practice. By mutual agreement, Kelly and I were intentionally harder on her than we knew the driving examiner would be – our thinking being that finding out how easy-going most examiners were would relax her for the test. We didn't tell her that, though, so the effect wouldn't be lost.
Inevitably, the day came for her to take her test. She passed the written part of the exam with a perfect score. She was visibly nervous when the road test began, but by the time she got back, we could see that she'd calmed considerably. When she got out of the car, she gave us a happy smile, and clapped her hands together in joy when the examiner told us 'She did just fine – better than most I have to ride with! If she'll come inside, we'll have her temporary license ready in about five minutes; the regular one will arrive in the mail in a couple of weeks.'
It was a very happy, very satisfied Marilyn that came out of the Motor Vehicles building, clutching her U.S. driver's license in her hand. When she got over to where Kelly and I, and the kids, were waiting, she told us 'He was a much nicer man than I thought he would be. I thought that you were being kind to me when you were talking to me while I was driving, but you weren't!' – the last accompanied by a look of mild accusation. Kelly smiled and told her what we'd done – and why. Marilyn looked baffled for a few seconds, then understood – and promptly thanked us, admitting that when she'd realized how patient the examiner was, she'd relaxed a lot.
When Kelly and I insisted that she be the one to drive all of us home, she tried to protest – but not too hard, and looked inordinately pleased and happy during the trip.
For the first week or so, Marilyn would ask Kelly or me to keep her company whenever she had to go someplace – she was obviously timing her trips for when we would be home so that we would be available. We agreed, and soon realized that she was using us as a means of building her own confidence. With each assurance that she was doing fine, she got a little surer of herself, and it wasn't long before she was willing to drive herself wherever she needed to go, by herself.
With a driver's license and a car, there wasn't much keeping Marilyn from doing what she wanted to, when she wanted to. She didn't have the slightest hesitation about driving to school and getting herself registered, and buying the books she would need for her classes. She faithfully attended the couple of orientation classes the school held for new freshmen, and was ready to go when her classes started.
For our part, Kelly and I got the kids registered for their school: the primary section of the same Catholic school that Kelly had attended and Jan was teaching at. Jan was teaching the middle school kids, so it would be a few years before anyone had to be 'worried' about our kids being in one of Jan's classes.
A couple of weeks went by before Marilyn approached us with an idea: that she could easily pick the kids up
