Father Goose - Sex Stories

Father Goose

... too.

My armed escorts left me to myself with the few things I owned.

An hour later a truck came along and deposited my family at my doorstep.

I was wondering about supplies and furnishings and food and that kind of thing when the first truck departed and three other trucks arrived.

Between the grateful American and Australians we had what we needed to get a household and a ranch going.

A few days later I made my way to the town of Lockhart River and found myself a fishing boat captain who had a fuel ration. A deal was struck and he and I made a fishing trip back to the island.

The Japanese were not the threat they had been before the battle and we were careful to move at night. Arriving at the island we loaded up the gold, silver, cash, liquor, guns, and ammunition. The remaining fuel was put in the tanks and we were blessed with an uneventful trip back to Australia.

I paid the captain handsomely for his trouble. It was more than he'd made in the past ten years.

Now I had enough money to get set up and I also had enough liquor to open a bar.

And with three thousand troops nearby that's exactly what I did! My nascent bar lasted all of one night until I ran out of liquor! The capacity of young men for liquor ...

... should not be underestimated.

It was the first of April when I was finally home for good.

The next morning I was treated to a real breakfast that Verina and Laurelle had put together. Lunch was made by Stephanie. At dinner I was surprised when I came to our dining room and found no one there.

"Out here!" called Leslie.

They were all sitting on the floor. There were four babies now and not just three. Their plates were sitting in front of them piled high with fritters made from tinned beef. They were sitting around a modest mattress on the floor and they were all naked.

"What's this about?" I asked.

"This is dinner." she said, handing me a plate.

"And the rest of this?"

"We're celebrating being at home. Maybe you should make yourself at home Robert?" she made her point by unbuttoning my shirt.

I was soon naked and enjoying my dinner. The happy banter made me forget that a war was on and I felt myself transported back to the happy days on our island.

After we finished dinner a bottle of gin was passed around and modest sips were taken.

And then Leslie smiled and got herself onto the mattress. She was on her hands and knees with her cute little ass waggling in the air.

"I believe you owe me a lesson, Mr. Grant!"