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Celia and Jake worked on her for nearly thirty minutes. Celia took on the primary role, kissing on her and working her way down to her swollen breasts, which she slobbered over and sucked on until Laura was frantic and desperate. She then kissed her way downward while Jake took over the role of nipple sucker and tongue kisser. She spent a while kissing and caressing the baby bump and Laura’s belly button before working her way down between her legs. Celia had learned a lot from her sessions with Suzie and was able to draw two intense orgasms out of Laura with her lips and tongue and fingers.

“Your turn,” Celia told Jake after the second orgasm.

Jake was only too happy to oblige. He mounted his wife and began to thrust in and out while Celia lay next to her, kissing her mouth, her neck, her nipples, while her hand played with the baby bump and occasionally dipped down to tweak her clitoris a little and feel Jake’s slippery member doing its work. Jake was more in control now that he had already spent once, and was able to keep up the pace long enough for Laura to have two more orgasms. His control broke, however, when Laura pulled Celia up further into the bed so she could suck on her nipples again. The spasms started and he poured his second load into her body.

After that, they fell back onto the bed, Laura in the middle, Jake on her left, Celia on her right. All were now sweaty and smelled of slaked lust. None of them spoke for the longest time. It was Laura, once again, who finally broke the silence.

“Well,” she said. “Do we regret doing that?”

“I don’t,” Jake said. “That was, by far, the most erotic thing I have ever done in my life.”

“Me too,” Celia agreed. “Nothing else even comes close. Not that first time with Suzie, not even what you and I did that one night, Teach.” Not even what Jake and I did that one night, she did not say, though she did think. “And no, no regrets.”

“Me either,” Laura said. “And, while Jake and I have had some very erotic moments in our time together—remember the airplane, sweetie?”

“Which time?” he asked. “The time in the hangar or the time in the air?”

“Both, really,” she said.

“You two did it in flight?” Celia asked, amazed and awed.

“Well, yes,” Jake said. “We had to.”

“Had to?”

“Anyway,” Laura said, “while those events were quite erotic, as was our little session with Molly the lesbian, they cannot hold a candle to what we just did.”

“Does that mean ... uh ... that we can do this again?” Jake asked carefully.

Laura smiled. “We’ll just have to see how we feel over the next few days and weeks,” she said. “There are no regrets right now, but that does not mean there won’t be any.”

“I suppose,” said Celia.

“But I have a good feeling about this,” Laura said. “A real good feeling.”

<p><strong>Chapter 17: The Best Vacation</strong></p>

San Luis Obispo County, California

July 3, 1997

Chastity Best, known pretty much universally as Chase unless she was in serious trouble (something which did happen with her on a fairly frequent basis), had just turned fifteen years old the week before and was now on the adventure of her young life. She was in the front seat of a sixty-five-thousand-dollar BMW 7 series car driven by her uncle Jake Kingsley, the world-famous (and infamous) rock and roll musician, on the way to the airport where he was going to fly her to Los Angeles in his private plane so she could meet her absolute idol, Celia Valdez, and then actually hang out with her for the next few days. She kept having to pinch herself to make sure this was all really happening and not just a dream.

She was getting better at convincing herself this was reality. She and the rest of her family—her mother, father, older sister Grace, older brother Brian and his wife Julie, and her nephew Everett—had flown first-class from Salt Lake City International Airport to Los Angeles International two days before for a two-week visit with her Aunt Laura and Uncle Jake. At LAX, a long stretch limousine (with a uniformed driver, a fully stocked bar, a television, and a VCR player inside) had picked everyone up and taken them to a smaller airport across the impossibly huge and crowded city. There, Jake had flown them all over some mountains and along the coast to San Luis Obispo, near where their house was. The flight in Jake’s plane had been rather crowded, with every seat taken up except the one in the small toilet (and Grace and Chase would have to alternate using that seat for takeoffs and landings on any flights where Aunt Laura was along for the ride as well—several such trips were planned during the vacation), but once they’d landed and all piled into three cars and made the twenty-minute drive to Jake and Laura’s radical house up on the cliff, the true adventure began.

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