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Repressing a sigh she tried to concentrate her thoughts on Mr. English, the lawyer seated behind the desk before her. She watched carefully as he opened an envelope and began to remove what appeared to be a mountain of legal forms and documents.

Feeling a soft small hand touching her own she looked down at the two children seated on either side of her. Worry ran rampant through her mind as she studied their faces to see how they were handling this latest episode of their young lives. To offset the stress that they must surely feel she softly took hold of the hands of her new charges and warmly clasped them in reassurance.

For a moment John English's thoughts slipped back to the time that he'd represented her in her divorce from that most evil scamp Samuel P. Sloan. He'd been approached by Gordon and Ruth Ann Stewart, and even Henrietta Stewart (Gordon's mother, known to one and all as Henry) when the divorce had turned ugly indeed. Before it was over almost four years had elapsed, the Postal Inspectors, IRS, and FBI had been brought in, and he'd had to bring in a friend who was a tax attorney whose specialty was federal tax law.

Shaking his thoughts off, the elderly lawyer began to speak in that terribly confusing language known and understood only in the legal community.

Looking at Mrs. Brewster who was seated before him, he could tell by her confused look she hadn't understood a word he'd said. Changing his language to plain English he gave Mrs. Brewster the long and short of the legal documents:

Due to the deaths of their parents, and their being no relatives on either side of the Stewart Family, Matt and Hope Stewart were now placed under the care of Mrs. Amy Brewster as their legal guardian until such time as they turned 18 or if they attended university, until they graduated.

Mr. English would oversee the family funds and deposit a check in her account each month for the care and maintenance of the children, reimbursement to her for her agreement to remain at home to raise the children, and the maintenance of their abode. When he mentioned the monthly sum she gasped. She couldn't possibly spend that much money, but the lawyer waived her protests aside, saying that the monthly payment also included enough money for her needs and to ensure that the home they lived in was properly maintained.

He concluded his remarks while pushing a set of keys across the desk. "These are the keys to the Stewart home. Remove what you will and tag what the children might like in later life so that it can be placed in storage. The house and the remaining contents will be sold with the monies deposited in the account towards their future schooling." He assured Mrs. Brewster that there was more then sufficient funds to ensure that the two children would not have a problem paying for their future education.

Rising, she pocketed the keys and turned to her new charges. The look of sadness on their faces and the tears silently rolling down their cheeks almost broke her heart. Kneeling she gathered the two youngsters in her arms hugging them to her as she tried to hide her own tears.

Her heart was broken and she wanted, no needed, to cry in anguish over the loss of the two people, outside of her sister Ella, she most loved in the world. Knowing that this was not an option as she had to remain strong for the sake of the children, she buttoned their coats to protect them from the blustery Winter weather, softly kissed their cheeks, and gathering them up, headed for the door and home.

Later that evening after feeding, bathing, and putting the children to bed she sat on the sofa with her legs drawn under her while she sipped a glass of Chablis, listened to the soft strains of Mozart, and made up a list of things that needed to be done.

Amy was and is a list person. Her endless lists of this or that had been a constant source of comment by Ella, and Gordon and Ruth Ann Stewart. Tonight she was thankful for this habit as it forced her to keep her mind on business. The tears, sorrow, and hurt would come later.

She'd already notified the school where she'd taught English and history that she would not be returning to her classroom as she had greater obligations now. Gordon, Ruth Ann, and she had always agreed that children needed an at-home mother to properly raise the children and it had always been understood that if anything happened, as it most assuredly had, that she would be the stay-at-home mom for the Stewart children.

Next she needed to have the adult furniture removed from the children's bedrooms and replaced with their own furniture. They needed something familiar in their lives during this transitional period. Something to hang onto that was their very own even if it was in an unfamiliar home.

Later she would allow them to help in decorating their rooms so that they would feel even more comfortable in their new home.

She would also try to bring as much of the Stewart furnishings into the home as possible to help put the children even more at ease.

Eventually she looked at the list one last time to see if she'd perhaps overlooked something. Satisfied she placed list and pen on the coffee table, refilled her glass of wine from the nearby decanter, and settled herself deeper into the sofa. Laying her head back against the pillow she finally allowed her mind to ramble where it would.

Her lips curled into a small smile of familiar remembrance as her mind turned the pages of her life back to her early school days when she and Gordon Stewart were just best friends. They'd studied together at his house or hers (they only lived two houses away from each other). They'd gone to high school football, basketball, and baseball games together, attended the school dances as part of a group of themselves and their friends, and generally enjoyed each others company in a non-sexual way. Even when the gang piled into several cars to go to the drive-in movie they'd never held hands, the object being to see who could eat the most hot-buttered popcorn. They were best friends and that had been the way it was.

During their Junior year their talk had started to center on college. He wanted to study Electronics and in particular the computer sciences which were increasingly being taught in the various universities. She on the other hand wanted to be a teacher specializing in English and history. They'd mutually agreed to apply to Western University. The university was situated in town which would enable them to live at home and not have to live in a dormitory. Both had applied for various grants and scholarships to help defray the costs and since they were living in state, tuition costs would be at a minimum. Thus they'd each agreed to make their application to Western. In due course they'd each received a letter of acceptance from the Student Admissions Department welcoming them to Western University as part of the Fall Freshman Class following their June graduation from high school.

Her thoughts were broken by a scream and a cry from upstairs. Rushing upstairs she peered into Hope's room but Hope was huddled, up sleeping like a little ball, rolled up in her blanket. Rushing next door to Matt's room she'd found him huddled against the pillow crying and sobbing. Moving quickly to the bed she gathered him in her arms and very slowly rocked him as mothers have done from time immemorial as she hummed an old lullaby of comfort.

His crying ceased as he clung to her with his tiny hands and with his cheek comfortably pressed against her breast. Not daring to put him down she moved back downstairs to turn everything off and once again moved upstairs to her bedroom where she made her preparations for bed. Scooting under her quilt she carefully placed his young body alongside hers and cuddled up next to him.

Morning found all three of them cuddled together in her bed.

During the week that followed Amy made the arrangements for the movers to bring the children's furniture over and to store the adult furniture in the garage, gotten Hope enrolled in the 3rd grade at the grade school in her new district, and had the children pick the toys, clothes, and things they wanted from the Stewart house.

Each morning she woke to find two young bodies nestled tightly against her own.

Each day she would drop Hope off at school and take Matt to the Stewart house to tag items for storage and other items to be moved to her home. The first thing she brought home was the Stewart Family photo album. this was the biggest tie the children would have to their parents and they must never be allowed to forget them. She found Gordon's and Ruth Ann's wedding photograph and had copies printed to go on the children's dressers so that they would see their parents each morning when the woke up.

At night after the children were asleep she would lay back on the sofa with the music softly playing, a glass of wine in her hand, and review in her mind the events of her early life. She remembered the day Gordon and she'd enrolled at Western. To say they had been overwhelmed was to put it mildly. The Freshman class was so large that the orientation class had to be split into two sessions. The lines at the book store had been so long that they were each convinced they'd never get their necessary books and supplies.

Thankfully they had shared several mandatory liberal arts classes together so that they had still been able to study together at night.

The loss of their old school friends, the large mass of strangers on campus, and the huge class size in each course served to isolate them further and make them both feel like they were the only survivors of a shipwreck, clinging together in their small life raft in shark infested waters.

The friendship of their youth now subtly changed. As they studied they would hold hands and when watching a movie on TV he would have his arm around her shoulder. One night he'd taken her hand and softly placed it to his lips to kiss it.

The softness of his lips on her hand had literally turned her to jelly. Looking at him she'd reached over to put a hand on each cheek and pulling his face to hers she'd placed the softest, most gentle, loving kiss on his lips that he'd ever felt. To Gordon it had felt like butterfly wings gently brushing his lips.

They'd kissed a few more times and then by mutual consent broke it off. Each in their own mind needed to evaluate the nights events to see where they wanted the relationship to go. Gordon rose and put his arms around her to bashfully give her a goodnight kiss as he'd headed for home.

Both of them had spent a rather restless night as they'd each wrestled with this new situation. By morning they had individually decided that they could handle the sexual awareness that had previously been missing from their friendship.

They'd hurried with their studies to allow as much time as possible for necking and petting. Things had been kept pretty much in check because there was always a mother present, regardless of whose house was being used for studying. Both mothers had kept an eagle eye out to keep the billing and cooing within bounds.

This had all changed when Gordon's mother, Henry, informed him that she would be out of town on a business trip for a week. This information somehow had failed to get conveyed to Amy's mother, Helen.

Both Gordon and Amy knew the facts of life from their sex education classes and theoretically how body parts fit together, but neither of them had ever been able to put it into practice before

The first night of their investigation had found Amy with her blouse, skirt, and bra laying on the floor as Gordon cupped her heavy pendulous breasts to kiss and suck on the erect nipples. Shortly, Gordon's pants were off and his skivvy shorts around his ankles as Amy investigated his penis. She'd never seen one before and the only thought in her mind as she pulled and rubbed it was that there was no way that big stiff thing would fit into her pussy.

As she'd pulled and rubbed his penis Gordon had removed her panties to investigate her vagina. Her tiny slit was weeping a fluid of some kind and as he'd pushed a finger into it he was amazed to see the outer lips puff up and part slightly to show an inner set of lips. Centered between the inner lips was a hole. At last he'd seen the place that he wanted to put his penis.

Unfortunately he'd forgotten to buy condoms and he wouldn't chance getting Amy pregnant, so that night had been one of experimenting but no intercourse. He'd pushed his fingers into her vagina and began to push them in and out. Amy for her part had began to moan as her body heated up and she'd found herself at the peak of sexual ecstasy. As Gordon continued his assault of her vagina his thumb had accidently rubbed against a bump at the top end of her pussy. When he rubbed it Amy had jumped like she'd been shot and screamed at him to do it some more.

In Gordon's mind had been one thought: That must be her clitoris, if I rub it harder she will really get excited and maybe she'll cum. Rubbing harder though was simply too much for Amy and she'd had to tell him to rub it softly and gently as it was just too painfully exciting. Slowing down his movements he'd felt a small nubbin growing from the middle of the bump. He'd gently rubbed it as he continued to push his fingers around in her vagina. By then Amy had begun moaning and breathing like she'd run a four minute mile. Her hand had meanwhile been busy stroking Gordon's penis.

Amy's whole body suddenly stiffened as she'd climaxed. Her hand wrapped around his penis like a vise and Gordon had also exploded in his own climax.

As they both returned to planet Earth Gordon had looked down at his now shrinking penis. His body was a mess, dripping a large puddle of cum unto the sofa and rug.

Amy'd told him to lay still so the mess didn't get worse while she got a washcloth to clean him, the sofa, and the rug. Once everything was cleaned up they'd cuddled for a few moments until Amy remarked that it was about time for them to dress so that he could walk her home.

Gordon had begun to laugh which'd caused Amy to look at him with a strange look of hurt he'd not seen before. In answer to her look he'd told her to smell the air. When she did her nostrils inhaled the scent of raw naked sex for the first time which had brought a smile to her lips. They'd both agreed that they needed to shower or Amy's mother would damn well know what they'd been up to.

For the first time Amy and Gordon had showered together with some petting and groping, but they'd kept it to a much lighter level then they might otherwise have indulged in so that Amy's mother wouldn't become suspicious.

When they'd arrived at Amy's house the lights were off so Mrs. Brewster must have gone to bed. As he kissed her goodnight Gordon whispered a "Thank you Jesus." They'd been twice blessed that night.

Suddenly the phone rang to jar Amy from her thoughts. She grabbed it quickly so that the ringing wouldn't disturb the children. As she answered she was delighted to hear the voice of her sister Ella. After a few moments of conversation Ella got to the point, wanting to know if Amy could put her up for a week. She'd fly in next Monday and stay until Sunday morning.

Amy quickly jotted down her arrival time and flight number after informing Ella that she'd have to settle for the small back bedroom as the children were now ensconced in the two larger bedrooms.

Putting the phone down she resumed her seat to finish her wine when a thought struck her: The children still were pretty mopey from the loss of their parents. It might be worthwhile to give them some way to lavish their affections on something living. She'd take them to the animal pound on Saturday and let them each pick out a dog.

She knew that she'd be doing most of the caring for the dogs, but if it worked it would be well worthwhile. Besides if they had a dog sleeping with them at night they might forget the need to invade her bed every night.

Finishing the last of her glass of wine she locked the doors, shut everything off, and headed off to bed.

Saturday rolled around, and as planned, she and the children headed to the animal pound. After much searching, petting, and scratching of ears, Hope picked out a furry little ball of white fluff which she naturally named Fluffy. For his part, Matt fell in love with a Beagle which he appropriately named Snoopy. The next stop was the pet shop to get collars and leashes, food and water bowls, and dog food. While she was about it Amy picked up two books which described the proper care and feeding of their particular breeds of pooch.

Among the things she'd insisted on at the pound was that the dogs were neutered, their shots were up to date, and above all, house broke. The manager pointed out that there might be accidents as the dogs were going to be overly excited by their new surroundings and Amy needed to be aware of this.

When the dogs were brought into the house all hell broke loose as the children and dogs excitedly chased each other up the stairs and down, through the living room and kitchen, and everywhere else a dog and child could fit. Amy finally chased everyone into the back yard to save her sanity. By the time supper rolled around she'd read enough of the dog care books to ensure that they were properly fed and watered.

During supper she had to lay down a hard and fast rule that there would be no feeding of the dogs from the table by anyone for any reason.

After supper the dogs decided it was time to take a nap. They promptly crawled up on the sofa which Amy objected to until she could get a sheet on it to keep the dog hair out of the fabric.

Once the sheet was laid down the dogs and children got on the sofa and the children softly petted the pooches as they quietly and contentedly drifted off to sleep.

After their baths the children went to bed with their new friends laying alongside of them.

As the house grew still Amy turned the music on and poured herself a glass of wine in what she was now beginning to call "her time."

Her mind drifted back to that week so long ago when Mrs. Stewart was out of town and she and Gordon mutually surrendered their virginity.

As soon as their homework was completed the clothes were on the floor and the loving had begun. They'd started slowly, kissing and caressing each other. Amy'd found herself totally fascinated with Gordon's penis. How could anything be so small, grow so large and hard, yet still be so soft to the touch? For the first time she'd actually kissed it.

Amy had also found out just how horny she could get when Gordon arranged his body so that he could finger her pussy and clit while he sucked her breasts and gently mouthed her nipples.

After 10 or 15 minutes her pussy began running with her fluids and she'd felt she was ready for intercourse. Between She and Gordon they'd finally figured how to properly put the condom on with her performing the task as she would use any excuse to play with what she was beginning to think of as "her toy."

Throwing herself flat on her back she spread her legs to endure what she'd hoped would only be a mildly painful surrender of her virginity.

Gordon had stopped her with a suggestion she might wish to consider: He'd read a sex book that mentioned that it was often easier the first time if the woman was on top as she could control the action so to speak.

Amy'd considered it and found that she'd liked the idea. Gordon spread a towel under his buttocks, lay his head on a pillow, and watched as Amy'd moved up over his very hard erect penis. She'd carefully lowered herself until she could feel the head slide into her pussy. It felt tight but not painful until she felt the head hit what must have been her hymen. Push as she would she couldn't get it in any deeper, until in frustration she'd finally just sat down on his penis. That had done the trick but damn it had stung. Holding very still for a few moments she'd waited until the stinging stopped and then began to slowly lower herself and to accept more of his penis deeper into her pussy.
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