Lunch anyone?

Neeka clapped both hands over her pussy and shook her head, her eyes were wide. "Mmmmm, some other time?" she said.

"I'd like to try it!" Lori said. "Can you do me?"

"OK," Bambi agreed, "Scoot your butt over here. Here, let's put a pillow under you. Now, if Sam and Neeka will help me get you warmed up, we will see if I can't make you scream, too."

"Oh, gosh! I don't know if I'm ready for this." Lori said. "I'm a little scared." She spread her knees wide and Bambi started slow, licking her labia with short flicks of her tongue, trying to get her aroused."

Neeka and I started stroking Lori and taking turns kissing her. We could tell from the increasing enthusiasm she put into each kiss that she was quickly getting seriously turned on from all the stimulation.

Since you're never more ready for sex than when you've just cum, it did not take long for Lori to reach a fever-pitch of arousal. Neeka and I each took a breast and squeezed it and licked her nipple mercilessly. She soon started to moan and toss her head back and forth.

"Oh, please! Please! Now! Do it now! OH! It's so good!" Lori begged.

Bambi settled down with her jaw on her hands and the point of her chin stretching Lori's pussy open. She stuck out her tongue and gave Lori's clit a couple of pats before starting to flick it faster and faster. The effect of Lori was immediate and intense.

"OH MY GOD! Oh! That's... That's... OOOOOOOOOOoooooo, YES! YES! YES! AAAaaahhhh, hmmmm, gaahhhh." Anything else she meant to say only came out as unintelligible gibberish. I think she was cumming already at that point, but Bambi never quit flicking her tongue. Lori stopped trying to vocalize and shut her eyes tight. She clenched her jaw tight shut just before she opened her eyes and then her mouth wide and sucked in a deep breath. She held it for only a couple of seconds before she started to scream. The only difference between Lori and her sister's reaction to Bambi's oral talents was the pitch of the scream. Shortly, we had two unconscious girls on our hands.

"Damn!" I said, when we had laid them out on the bed and draped their arms around each other. "Looks like I'm not the only one around here with superpowers!"

Bambi and Neeka laughed with me at that. We pulled the covers over the unconscious girls and got dressed. Bambi laid out on the bed the clothes from her closet that she thought Lori and Sara looked best in, and we snuck out of the room to let them recover in peace.

"It's almost lunchtime," Bambi said, "I better go get started in the kitchen if we're going to have anything to eat."

"Can I help?" I asked. I didn't want to look like a freeloader. She had done so much already, with serving all eight of us breakfast and sharing her clothes and all.

"Thank you, honey. But I'd rather do it myself. I'm just learning... I mean I have everything I need and I can work faster if I'm alone."

My suspicions about the amount of time she spent in the kitchen looked justified. I said, "Bambi, tell me the truth. How much time did you spend in that kitchen before Friday?"

"Well... Oh hell! I guess it shows. The truth is, the only thing in that kitchen that I used on a regular basis was the phone and the list of take-out places next to it."

"It doesn't show. Your cooking has been excellent. It just seemed that you were trying a little too hard for someone who had been doing it all along. You tried to match what you were used to getting in a restaurant, didn't you?"

"Yes, I guess I did."

"Why? Why are you doing all this? The cooking, the cleaning, the washing and ironing?"

"It's all part of a dream I've had for a long time now," she said. "I promised myself that I would learn to be a homemaker someday. That is, if I ever became a mother again."

"And now your dream has come true?"

"Yes, honey. My dream has come true. And I'm enjoying it even more than I hoped."

There was only one thing I could say to that, and I said it. "Thanks, Mom!"

"It will take me about an hour to get it ready and on the table. Can I count on you to make sure everyone is awake and ready to eat by then?"

"Yes, Mom."

"Good girl. You two run and play, now."

Neeka and I watched Bambi go off happily to the kitchen to fix lunch. When she had gone, Neeka said, "Her eyes light up when you call her 'Mom'."

"I've noticed. I need to remember to do it more often."

"Most girls your age would bristle at being told to 'run and play'."

"Yeah. But she's trying to recapture lost time with me. If she wants to pretend I'm 8 years old at times, that's fine with me. We owe each other 18 lost years. I try to be whatever she wants. If she wants a friend, I'm there for her. If she wants a teenager, I'm her teen. If she wants a child, I'm her child. If she wants a baby, I'm her baby. She loves me so much I can feel it whenever she looks at me."

"And you want to give some of that back." It was not a question. She already knew the answer, of course. Conversations with Neeka seemed like talking things over with myself. She was the best sounding-board because she would know instantly if I was trying to fool myself or trying to justify something or just engaging in wistful thinking.

"I want to share the love with as many people as I can. Love multiplies when you share it." I said.

"You even wanted to love those scum-bags last night."

"But love could not help them. And I have a responsibility."

"You think because you can do all these things, that you have to use them to help people."

"Yes."

"Even if you have to risk your life doing it."

"Yes."

"Why?"