After we ate, all of us went to the skating rink in town, including Sakura. We returned to the cabin just before dark, and Tori suggested we sit in the hot tub with some wine and watch the sunset.

Before we realized it, the hour was late, and it was time to retire for the night. Mr. Rivers will hopefully call tomorrow, and we can go home.

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Saturday

Everyone got up early and dressed in anticipation of Mr. Rivers' phone call. We packed our bags, then had breakfast. Afterward, we sat out on the deck overlooking the Snake River, enjoying our coffee. After a while, we went back inside and decided to watch a movie to pass the time.

It was late morning when the call came in, and Mr. Rivers informed me that everything was ready. I told him we’d be there in an hour. I immediately went online to email my professors. Before I had a chance to do so, Tori wanted to make a flight reservation home for tonight. 

When Tori got off the phone, she said, “I have reservations for the four of us at nine o'clock this evening. Honey, let your professors know you will be in class on Wednesday.”

Right after I emailed my teachers, Tori and I went to gather my parents' remains from Rivers Edge Cremations. He informed us about the TSA-approved travel urn kits. The ashes were in a plastic liner bag with a twist tie. The temporary urn is X-ray safe and comes with an outer cardboard box for protection.

Mr. Rivers also informed us that both urns have labels with my contact information and that they contain cremated remains. He also mentioned that he contacted Connor's funeral Home and that they would be expecting me on Monday.

After paying in full for services rendered, we drove back to the cabin. Tori made one last call to the limousine company we used back home for the flight to Jackson Hole. She told them which airline and the time we would arrive.

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The four of us said our goodbyes to Sakura. We thanked Sakura for a most enjoyable stay, given the circumstances. The limousine dropped us off at the airport, where we checked in. I claimed the urns as carry-on luggage, and we headed for the gate. Thirty minutes later, the stewardess escorted us to first class.

“Tori, you shouldn't have,” Naomi, Jon, and I said in unison.

“We’ll be able to get a much better rest. The seats recline just like the recliners back home, and there’s plenty of legroom,” Tori said as she and I settled into our seats.

Naomi and Jon sat across the aisle from us. The flight was pleasant, and Tori was right about getting rest. After dinner and a movie, I fell asleep and didn’t wake until the captain announced we were making our final approach.

Upon retrieving our luggage, we proceeded to the exit, where our limousine driver was waiting. He placed our bags in the trunk, while Tori and I held the urns.

Once seated in the limo, the driver asked, “Where to?”

I told him my address, and off we went. It was six in the morning when we arrived home. After everyone had settled in, Tori and Naomi changed into athletic shorts and crop tops. Jon and I also chose athletic shorts paired with t-shirts. We all went to the kitchen, and while the girls prepared breakfast, Jon and I set the table, then took a seat.

I had my iPad and started typing a to-do list when I said, “Jon, why don't you and Naomi move here? What do you think, sweetie?”

“I think it's a wonderful idea. I had thought about that—it sure beats driving four hours to see your mom and dad,” Tori said while making coffee and toast.

“Now, kids, let's not rush into anything. Let's wait before making any decisions,” Naomi said as she fried the bacon and eggs.

“Would you be willing to live here with me? Your parents live next door, in your house,” I said.

“Why, of course, sweetheart.”

“Now just hold on, let's do what your mother suggested, Tori,” Jon said.

“Alright, Daddy,” she said while serving Jon and me coffee.

Naomi served up the eggs and bacon, and Tori went over to the counter and brought back the toast. Subsequently, Jon and I began the cleanup while the girls proceeded to the living room. We joined them ten minutes later and decided to take a short nap after our long flight.

Rejuvenated by our nap, we decided to go tobogganing at Kettle Creek Preserve. We planned to conclude the outing with a meal in the preserve's restaurant, a charming spot overlooking the picturesque Kettle Creek. It was late evening when we returned home, and everyone retired for the night except me.

“Sweetie, give me five minutes, then come to bed,” Tori said seductively.

Jon and Naomi waited with me, and when the five minutes were up, I started for the stairs. That's when I heard them say, “Go get her, tiger.” 

I turned my head, smiled, and gave a thumbs-up. When I reached the bedroom door, I knocked. “May I come in, Tori?”

What a gentleman, asking instead of bargaining in. “Yes, dear. You may enter.” 

I opened the door and just stood, frozen in place. “God, Tori, you are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen.”

She was naked and had struck a sexy pose. Tori held herself up on her hands with the right leg stretched out behind her. She had her left leg tucked alongside. Her long blond hair draped over her right shoulder. The light-colored nipples extended from the equally light-colored areola. 

“I will interpret that gaze as a compliment, my dear husband. Now, come closer and make love to me.”

I removed my clothing, climbed into bed, and embraced her. We faced one another. I gently caressed her arm and whispered in her ear, “I love you.”

I pressed my lips against hers tenderly before showering her chin and neck with open-mouth kisses. I continued to caress her arm lightly while she ran her leg against mine. My warm breath softly brushed against her slender form.

“Oohh.” She purred, lightly tracing her fingernails along my arm.

She placed her hand beneath my chin, guiding my lips to hers.

After kissing me, she said, “Make love to me.”

Tori reclined, parting her legs. I positioned myself between them and lowered myself toward her. Supporting myself with my hands, she wrapped her arms around me. She ran her hands along my back as I began to move my hips. I teasingly glided my cock along her already wet slit. She involuntarily arched her back, her fingernails digging into my skin.

“Oh baby, I need you inside me,” she moaned in a breathy tone.

Disregarding her plea, I transitioned from grinding to thrusting my hips with increased speed and force. Her sweet essence coated my cock.

She wrapped her legs around my waist, locking her ankles together. I cupped her right breast, kneading the soft flesh with my fingers.

“Tell me again what you desire,” I said playfully.

“Please, I need you inside me,” Tori said in a pleading tone.

“Alright, baby, prepare yourself,” I replied as I rose onto my knees.

Tori gazed at me with that playful smile I have grown to adore. I reached down, grasped her ankles, and lifted her legs. I started with her right foot. I kissed her toes, then the top of her foot. I kissed the side of her instep before licking the bottom of her foot from heel to toes.

“Mmm, sweetheart, that feels heavenly,” she purred.

Upon reaching her toes, I gently sucked each digit before slowly pushing my hips forward. The glans parted her swollen labia and entered the warmth of her sex.

“Give me all of that magnificent cock,” Tori moaned as she felt the glans stretch into her vagina.

“Not so fast, my love,” I said before kissing the toes on her left foot.

I lavished her left foot with kisses and licks as my hips moved forward slowly. My cock penetrated deeper into her warmth. I held her ankles in my hands and parted her legs a little further apart.

“No more teasing. Fuck me hard and fast,” Tori moaned between gasps.

“As you wish, my dear.”

I rocked my hips back and forth, gently stretching her. Our eyes locked on each other. Watching her voluptuous breasts quiver and jiggle with each thrust had a hypnotic effect on me.

“Tori, you're so beautiful,” I said between gasps as she began to move her hips upward.

“Oooh, you're hitting the spot. I'm getting close. Come with me,” she groaned between breaths.

Our moans and groans of pleasure grew louder. Tori was kneading her breasts, pinching and rolling her nipples between her fingers. With one final, forceful thrust of my hips, we climaxed together. We felt each pulse of my shaft and the semen splash against the soft walls of her vagina.

I gently lowered her legs, being mindful of her response to my touch. I situated myself above her, supporting my weight on my forearms. Our lips connected for a fleeting instant before parting slightly, allowing our tongues to partake in a soft and loving kiss. As she encircled my waist with her legs, I stroked the side of her face.

“Come here, stud,” Tori said softly, drawing me closer to her.

We continued to relish the lingering pleasure of our intimate encounter. She gently maneuvered me onto my back. Tori positioned herself over me as my arousal diminished and slipped away from her warmth.

Tori descended my body, her nipples grazing my skin as she moved. I watched her as she worked to restore my arousal to full hardness.

She licked our combined essence before taking me into her mouth, igniting my desire once more. Then, she disengaged and lay on her side.

“Make love to me once more before we sleep,” she said softly.

I turned onto my side behind her and extended my left arm. Tori raised her left leg as I grasped myself and guided the tip to her entrance. She pushed back, accepting my full length inside her.

Leaning over slightly, I began to thrust in and out of her while gently caressing the soft curves of her breasts. Tori started to pleasure herself, and soon her body quaked as waves of ecstasy from her orgasm washed over her.

“Oh, baby, I’m coming!” Tori exclaimed between breaths.”

“I'm coming too!” I groaned.

Her body stiffened, and her warmth enveloped me as we reached the pinnacle of pleasure once again. We lay together, savoring the aftermath of our shared bliss.

I affectionately kissed her neck and ear, whispering, “I love you, sweetheart.”

Tori caressed my arm, which rested across her slender waist.

“I love you, darling,” she whispered.

Those were the last words spoken as we fell asleep.

Sunday

A strange sensation awakened me. Once my eyes adjusted to the sunlight illuminating the bedroom, I saw two feet stroking my cock.

“Good morning, honey. Watching you worship my feet last night turned me on. I decided to give you a foot job.” She said while stroking my cock with the instep of her delicate feet.

“I couldn't resist your beautiful feet, and what is that scent?”

“It's jasmine lotion, do you like it?” Tori said as she stroked my cock with one foot and my balls with the other.

“Yes, and I like what you are doing,” I said, taking in the exquisite sensation.

She kept alternating, stroking my cock with one foot and my balls with the other. Then she used both feet to rub my shaft.

“Would you like me to continue until your balls are empty?” she said in a husky voice.

“Yes, please,” I said, my voice shaky.

Her feet were moving faster along my shaft, occasionally rubbing the glans. The sight, aroma, and sensation were having the desired effect on me.

“Where would you like to blast your hot, delicious cum?” 

With a ragged breath, I said, “On your toes and feet.”

Tori stroked my rapidly pulsating shaft a half dozen more times.

“Oh god, babe, your feet are amazing! Here it comes!” I cried out.

The two of us watched as the force of my ejaculate shot straight into the air. Six loads later, I covered her toes and feet in cum. Without saying a word, I got out of bed and took Tori in my arms.

“Let's clean up and head downstairs,” I said, carrying her to the shower. 

After our shower, we dried off, dressed, and went downstairs.

Tori, her parents, and I spent part of the morning discussing several matters. First and foremost, Tori and I planned to visit Conner’s Funeral Home to select urns for my parents’ ashes. Afterward, we planned to see Mr. Harris, our lawyer, regarding my parents' will. I will need to wait until the probate court officially validates the will before visiting George Mitchell, our financial advisor.

“Jon, why don’t you tell them?” Naomi asked.

“Tell us what, Dad?” Tori asked, her voice filled with curiosity.

“Well, sweetie, your mother and I have decided to accept your offer. Between now and summer, the four of us need to decide what to keep and what to get rid of. Then, Tori will need to move her things into this house first. We will move into Tori’s house afterward,” Jon said calmly.

“That sounds like a good plan. What do you think, honey?” I asked.

“I’m all for it,” Tori said, sounding excited.

Six months later

I aced all my classes. Tori has moved in, and her parents live next door. Together, we donated furnishings and clothing we no longer wanted to several veteran groups.

As the sole beneficiary and executor of my parents' will, I officially inherited their house and financial assets. Tori and I met with our lawyer, Mr. Harris, and our financial advisor, George Mitchell.

Tori and I had a corner in our backyard landscaped with a pond, a waterfall, and a bench. The urns of my parents and her husband, Derek, were placed on either side of the waterfall.

I told everyone that I was ready to return to the nudist lifestyle.

Two years later

I graduated with honors, earning a degree in computer science. I completed my internship at Naomi’s production company and am now working as a Cybersecurity Analyst. Tori serves as the location manager for her mother’s company. After Jon retired from the Marines, he assumed the role of Producer and Executive Director in the company.

Tori and I are planning to start a family in a couple of years. In the meantime, we are enjoying traveling, visiting our three homes, and, of course, seeing Sakura.

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