CHAPTER 7

It was a couple of months later her mother died, she too dying in her sleep. Misty and Mark stood at the grave, Cindy there with them. It had been a small funeral, which was how her mother wanted it. They went home, Misty sitting on the sofa. She knew it was going to take a long time to clear up and old business and figure out how to handle everything in the house.

Later, young Mark told her he was going for a walk. As he walked he thought about how his mother talked about his father, seeing her eyes shine. He soon found himself at the place his mom had taken him to before. He tried to picture what it had originally looked like. He went across the yard to the house and up to a window to look inside. He saw the partially finished inside.

"What are you doing here?"

Young Mark turned at the deep voice. He stared in shock at the figure.

Mark had come the back way into town and had gone to the house to see how the remodeling was progressing. From a distance he had seen the lone figure go up to the window. When the young man had turned around, his mouth dropped open. It was like looking in a mirror twenty years ago.

Both men were stunned. Mark was the first to speak. "Who are you?"

"My name is Mark."

Mark couldn't believe he had the same name. He asked again. "What are you doing here?"

"I wanted to see what it looked like close up. My mom had showed me this place. She comes from here."

Mark began to shake, thoughts of one person going through his mind. "Who is your mother?"

"Misty Randall?"

Mark felt his knees grow weak and sank to the ground. The younger Mark saw the reaction to his reply. A tear began to go down his cheek. "You're my dad."

Mark stared up at the young man. "I have a son," he whispered in wonderment. His eyes filled with tears as he continued to stare at his own image. Young Mark helped him up. They didn't speak for a few minutes. Mark pulled his son to him, holding him tight. Both men cried as they held each other tight. Finally they broke apart. "How is she?"

"Why don't you ask her. She's at her mom's house."

Mark looked around. After all the years of hoping, of coming back to see if she ever returned. A look of dread came on his face. "What if she doesn't want to see me?"

Young Mark wiped the tears from his own cheeks. "Dad, I know she would want to see you. She always talked about you."

Mark closed his eyes. "I can't believe I have a son and didn't know about it."

"She told me she didn't know until after you were gone. Please come with me."

CHAPTER 8

Young Mark came in the door as Misty had just finished showering and was in her robe. "It's me, mom."

He went to the kitchen and waited. He saw his dad come up the back sidewalk and in the back door. "Wait here. "

Misty walked in the living room. "Well, did you have a good walk?"

"It was okay. I met someone while walking."

"Oh? Who?"

"Someone you haven't seen in a long time." He went in the kitchen and nodded his head. Mark nervously went in the living room. Misty was brushing her hair, her head looking at the floor. She turned and saw a pair of boots. She looked up. Her bottom lip dropped open, her hand in mid-air. Young Mark came in the room, seeing the two just stand there, not moving.

Misty dropped the brush from her hand. "Mark," she whispered, her knees ready to give out.

Mark saw she was going to collapse. He quickly closed the distance, scooping her up in his arms, holding her tight as if she would be torn from him. Misty clung to him, her tears flowing down her cheeks. The younger Mark watched as he saw them hold on to each other, tears once again coming in his eyes. Mark cried as he buried his face in her hair. They broke apart slightly. Mark touched her cheek, Misty wondering if he was for real. He wiped her tears, then brought his lips down on hers. He lifted his head. "God, I thought I would never see you again!" He held her tight. Misty's head laid on his shoulder. "I didn't think I would see you either!"

"We have so much to catch up on! Right now I just want to hold you, to feel you in my arms!" He bent and kissed her again, savoring her warm lips.

Young Mark cleared his throat. The two parted. "I think I'll go to my room."

Mark went over and hugged his son again. "Thank you."

They were alone. He held her again, planting kissed on her lips, cheek, and neck. "You haven't changed any," he whispered in her ear, capturing her lips in a deep caress. Misty was ready to collapse, hanging on to his shirt. Mark couldn't stop. Twenty years of lonely rooms, of missing her, wanting to hold her. Misty was feeling the same. His arms around her now.

"Please, don't ever leave me again," she whispered in his ear.

They parted, the look in their eyes speaking of growing desire, to be as one again. Mark picked her up and carried her to her room.

CHAPTER 9

Mark closed the door, then put Misty on the bed, laying on tope of her. They looked in each other's eyes, seeing the love they had for each other still there. Mark bent his head to once again taste the warmth of her lips, his tongue now in her, exploring. He rolled to his side, his arms enveloping her in an embrace that spoke of love and desire. He went on to kiss her cheek and neck, her skin hot from his mere touch. "Misty, I love you so much, I can't stand waiting."

Misty looked in his eyes. "Please love me like the first time!" she pleaded.

Mark sat up, undoing the belt of her robe, sliding it off her shoulders, seeing the thing material of her gown outlining what he was soon about to touch and taste. Misty unbuttoned his shirt, her hands shaking the whole time, the going inside, running her fingertips across his chest, feeling his nipples harden at her touch. Mark sucked in his breath and closed his eyes, his desire growing. He lifted the short gown over her head, tossing it to the floor. Misty laid back on the bed, her only covering now a thin pair of lacy panties. Mark stood up and undressed, his eyes going over her body. "You haven't changed. You're as beautiful as ever."

Misty watched as he undressed, her eyes going up and down his body, seeing how he had filled out. She saw how his desire stood, hard and erect, her passion aching for him to enter her. Mark opened her legs and knelt between them, his eyes tracing every line and curve of her body, stopping to linger on her breasts. He gently cupped them, rubbing his thumbs over the tips before bending to taste the swollen tips. Misty cried out, arching her back as she grasped his hair, begging him to suck them harder. "There's never been anyone else, only you," he whispered, kissing his way down her body, his fingers going ahead, gently stroking her inner thighs, feeling the heat from her passion as he stroked the satiny crotch material.

Slipping his fingers under the material, he opened the outer folds of her passion, sliding his middle in her, finding her throbbing center, rubbing his thumb back and forth, feeling it enlarge. Misty moved her hips, her moans ringing in his ears as she sucked in her breath. Just as she was about to release, he took his fingers out, then slowly began pulling down her panties and tossing them to the floor. Misty lifted her hips in anticipation as she felt his warm breath on her thighs. "Please, Mark, lick me!" she moaned. He bent to open the folds of her desire, seeing the delicate pink flesh, wet and shiny. Misty gripped the cover, raising her hips as his tongue entered her, licking and nipping the delicate flesh before taking the nub in his mouth. Misty grabbed his hair and pushed his head further in her. "Please suck it!" she pleaded. Mark gently nipped and sucked her nub as Misty bucked her hips, moaning as her body tingled. He lifted his head, seeing a look of pure ecstacy on her face. "Please, Mark, I want more!"

Mark laid on his back. "Get on top of me." Misty straddled his stomach. "Kneel over my face," he said. Misty moved up his body till her passion was above his face, pulling her hips down till her passion cover his face. "Damn!" she cried as she felt his tongue lick her again, then felt his lips circle her nub, sucking on it, running his tongue back and forth. Misty held on to the headboard as she rubbed her passion over his face, feeling his tongue thrusting in and out of her. "God! Mark, I'm cuming!" she screamed. Mark eagerly drank her juices, not stopping till he had made her cum several more times. "Misty, you taste so good!" he moaned. Misty shook as he laid her on her back. She opened her eyes to see his face above hers. She brought his face to hers, teasing her own essence as she moaned.

Pushing him back on the bed, she got on top, her hands roaming his body as she kissed her way down, sucking his nipples as he moaned. "Keep going!" She flicked her tongue over his stomach, then lazily licked his inner thighs. "Baby, please do me!" he groaned as his fingers became tangled in her hair, his passion standing hard and erect. Misty licked his balls before taking them in her mouth, her tongue going over them. "Shit!" Mark raised his hips as she continued licking his balls before nipping and licking her way up his swollen shaft, running her tongue around the opening, then eagerly lapping up the pre-cum that had come on the tip. Licking her lips, she took him in her mouth. "AAHH Damn!" Misty bobbed her head up and down, sucking him, his hips bucking wildly. Misty stopped and moved up his body, rubbing her wet passion over his shaft, her heat making him tighten even more.

Mark pushed her onto her back, his breathing ragged. "Love me, Mark!" she whimpered. Getting on his knees, he positioned himself between her legs. Inserting the tip of his shaft in her, he lifted her hips, his shaft going all the way in. He stopped, the feel of her velvet softness after all these years making him cry out. "So long!" he cried. Holding her hips, he slowly moved in her, going all the way in, then pulling back till he was almost out. Misty dug her nails in his hips. "Love me!" she begged as she moved her hips, her tunnel wrapping tightly around him. Putting her legs over his shoulders, Mark thrust hard in her. Misty moved with him, the friction making him shake. "Don't stop!" she cried. "Do it harder!" Mark sped up his thrusts, going deep and hard in her. "AAhh!!! I'm cuming, Misty!" he cried, continuing to thrust in her. Misty felt his warmth as she came with him, digging her nails in his arms.

It was several minutes before they stopped, their bodies panting and sweating. Mark gently came down to lay on top of her. He moved to his side, staying inside her, not wanting to lose contact. "All these years, the nights I dreamed of making love to you. That was the only thing that kept me going." he said, nuzzling her neck, wiping the small beads of sweat from her forehead. Misty looked in his eyes. "It was the same for me too. I love you, Mark." She snuggled closer to him.

"Where did you go?" he asked. "I came back for you but you were gone."

"The day after you left, I got sick. Mom and dad took me to the emergency room. I found out I was pregnant. Dad was furious and asked who the father was. When I refused to tell him he slapped me. He looked at the paper, and guessed from there. He ranted all over the house, calling you trash. He told me to get out. I left, taking the small bag with me. Mom slipped me some money when he wasn't looking. I went to my Aunt Sydney's house and stayed there. She was with me when young Mark was born."

A tear came from his eye. "If only I had known."

"Mark, that's all in the past. You're here. We're togther, and nothing's ever going to separate us again."

He laid back on top of her, his passion becoming hard again. He moved slowly, Misty moving with him, her warmth enveloping him as softly as her arms were now doing. They moved as one, shutting out everything but each other. They came together, Mark collapsing on top. Misty brought his face to hers, parting his lips to again explore. Mark rolled on his back, Misty now on top, moving her hips back and forth. His shaft hard again, they moved as one, crying each other's name as they came together. Misty laid in the crook of his arm, her arm over his chest as they drifted off to sleep.

CHAPTER 10

Mark laid there awake the next morning. He felt Misty's warm breath on his chest. Fate had brought him back to her. On top of that he now had a sone. He knew if he left, they would follow, but that's not what he wanted for them. He moved to get up but Misty moaned, her arm over his chest.

He had eluded the police for twenty years. if they were to have any kind of life together, he would have to turn himself in. After all this time, how would he begin to prove his innocence. Running away hadn't helped any. "Misty, wake up." Misty mumbled and snuggled closer. He gently shook her. "Misty, wake up. We have to talk."

Misty opened her eyes half way and smiled. She ran her hand over his body, stopping at his thighs. Mark groaned as she put her hand around his shaft, stroking up and down. Mark closed his eyes. What she was doing felt so good. He felt her shift. Opening his eyes he saw her on top, her hips coming down over his swollen shaft. Mark held her hips as she moved up and down. Misty arched her back

Book 2 Part 4

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It was a couple of months later her mother died, she too dying in her sleep. Misty and Mark stood at the grave, Cindy there with them. It had been a small funeral, which was how her mother wanted it. They went home, Misty sitting on the sofa. She knew it was going to take a long time to clear up and old business and figure out how to handle everything in the house.

Later, young Mark told her he was going for a walk. As he walked he thought about how his mother talked about his father, seeing her eyes shine. He soon found himself at the place his mom had taken him to before. He tried to picture what it had originally looked like. He went across the yard to the house and up to a window to look inside. He saw the partially finished inside.

"What are you doing here?"

Young Mark turned at the deep voice. He stared in shock at the figure.

Mark had come the back way into town and had gone to the house to see how the remodeling was progressing. From a distance he had seen the lone figure go up to the window. When the young man had turned around, his mouth dropped open. It was like looking in a mirror twenty years ago.

Both men were stunned. Mark was the first to speak. "Who are you?"

"My name is Mark."

Mark couldn't believe he had the same name. He asked again. "What are you doing here?"

"I wanted to see what it looked like close up. My mom had showed me this place. She comes from here."

Mark began to shake, thoughts of one person going through his mind. "Who is your mother?"

"Misty Randall?"

Mark felt his knees grow weak and sank to the ground. The younger Mark saw the reaction to his reply. A tear began to go down his cheek. "You're my dad."

Mark stared up at the young man. "I have a son," he whispered in wonderment. His eyes filled with tears as he continued to stare at his own image. Young Mark helped him up. They didn't speak for a few minutes. Mark pulled his son to him, holding him tight. Both men cried as they held each other tight. Finally they broke apart. "How is she?"

"Why don't you ask her. She's at her mom's house."

Mark looked around. After all the years of hoping, of coming back to see if she ever returned. A look of dread came on his face. "What if she doesn't want to see me?"

Young Mark wiped the tears from his own cheeks. "Dad, I know she would want to see you. She always talked about you."

Mark closed his eyes. "I can't believe I have a son and didn't know about it."

"She told me she didn't know until after you were gone. Please come with me."

CHAPTER 8

Young Mark came in the door as Misty had just finished showering and was in her robe. "It's me, mom."

He went to the kitchen and waited. He saw his dad come up the back sidewalk and in the back door. "Wait here. "

Misty walked in the living room. "Well, did you have a good walk?"

"It was okay. I met someone while walking."

"Oh? Who?"

"Someone you haven't seen in a long time." He went in the kitchen and nodded his head. Mark nervously went in the living room. Misty was brushing her hair, her head looking at the floor. She turned and saw a pair of boots. She looked up. Her bottom lip dropped open, her hand in mid-air. Young Mark came in the room, seeing the two just stand there, not moving.

Misty dropped the brush from her hand. "Mark," she whispered, her knees ready to give out.

Mark saw she was going to collapse. He quickly closed the distance, scooping her up in his arms, holding her tight as if she would be torn from him. Misty clung to him, her tears flowing down her cheeks. The younger Mark watched as he saw them hold on to each other, tears once again coming in his eyes. Mark cried as he buried his face in her hair. They broke apart slightly. Mark touched her cheek, Misty wondering if he was for real. He wiped her tears, then brought his lips down on hers. He lifted his head. "God, I thought I would never see you again!" He held her tight. Misty's head laid on his shoulder. "I didn't think I would see you either!"

"We have so much to catch up on! Right now I just want to hold you, to feel you in my arms!" He bent and kissed her again, savoring her warm lips.

Young Mark cleared his throat. The two parted. "I think I'll go to my room."

Mark went over and hugged his son again. "Thank you."

They were alone. He held her again, planting kissed on her lips, cheek, and neck. "You haven't changed any," he whispered in her ear, capturing her lips in a deep caress. Misty was ready to collapse, hanging on to his shirt. Mark couldn't stop. Twenty years of lonely rooms, of missing her, wanting to hold her. Misty was feeling the same. His arms around her now.

"Please, don't ever leave me again," she whispered in his ear.

They parted, the look in their eyes speaking of growing desire, to be as one again. Mark picked her up and carried her to her room.

CHAPTER 9

Mark closed the door, then put Misty on the bed, laying on tope of her. They looked in each other's eyes, seeing the love they had for each other still there. Mark bent his head to once again taste the warmth of her lips, his tongue now in her, exploring. He rolled to his side, his arms enveloping her in an embrace that spoke of love and desire. He went on to kiss her cheek and neck, her skin hot from his mere touch. "Misty, I love you so much, I can't stand waiting."

Misty looked in his eyes. "Please love me like the first time!" she pleaded.

Mark sat up, undoing the belt of her robe, sliding it off her shoulders, seeing the thing material of her gown outlining what he was soon about to touch and taste. Misty unbuttoned his shirt, her hands shaking the whole time, the going inside, running her fingertips across his chest, feeling his nipples harden at her touch. Mark sucked in his breath and closed his eyes, his desire growing. He lifted the short gown over her head, tossing it to the floor. Misty laid back on the bed, her only covering now a thin pair of lacy panties. Mark stood up and undressed, his eyes going over her body. "You haven't changed. You're as beautiful as ever."

Misty watched as he undressed, her eyes going up and down his body, seeing how he had filled out. She saw how his desire stood, hard and erect, her passion aching for him to enter her. Mark opened her legs and knelt between them, his eyes tracing every line and curve of her body, stopping to linger on her breasts. He gently cupped them, rubbing his thumbs over the tips before bending to taste the swollen tips. Misty cried out, arching her back as she grasped his hair, begging him to suck them harder. "There's never been anyone else, only you," he whispered, kissing his way down her body, his fingers going ahead, gently stroking her inner thighs, feeling the heat from her passion as he stroked the satiny crotch material.

Slipping his fingers under the material, he opened the outer folds of her passion, sliding his middle in her, finding her throbbing center, rubbing his thumb back and forth, feeling it enlarge. Misty moved her hips, her moans ringing in his ears as she sucked in her breath. Just as she was about to release, he took his fingers out, then slowly began pulling down her panties and tossing them to the floor. Misty lifted her hips in anticipation as she felt his warm breath on her thighs. "Please, Mark, lick me!" she moaned. He bent to open the folds of her desire, seeing the delicate pink flesh, wet and shiny. Misty gripped the cover, raising her hips as his tongue entered her, licking and nipping the delicate flesh before taking the nub in his mouth. Misty grabbed his hair and pushed his head further in her. "Please suck it!" she pleaded. Mark gently nipped and sucked her nub as Misty bucked her hips, moaning as her body tingled. He lifted his head, seeing a look of pure ecstacy on her face. "Please, Mark, I want more!"

Mark laid on his back. "Get on top of me." Misty straddled his stomach. "Kneel over my face," he said. Misty moved up his body till her passion was above his face, pulling her hips down till her passion cover his face. "Damn!" she cried as she felt his tongue lick her again, then felt his lips circle her nub, sucking on it, running his tongue back and forth. Misty held on to the headboard as she rubbed her passion over his face, feeling his tongue thrusting in and out of her. "God! Mark, I'm cuming!" she screamed. Mark eagerly drank her juices, not stopping till he had made her cum several more times. "Misty, you taste so good!" he moaned. Misty shook as he laid her on her back. She opened her eyes to see his face above hers. She brought his face to hers, teasing her own essence as she moaned.

Pushing him back on the bed, she got on top, her hands roaming his body as she kissed her way down, sucking his nipples as he moaned. "Keep going!" She flicked her tongue over his stomach, then lazily licked his inner thighs. "Baby, please do me!" he groaned as his fingers became tangled in her hair, his passion standing hard and erect. Misty licked his balls before taking them in her mouth, her tongue going over them. "Shit!" Mark raised his hips as she continued licking his balls before nipping and licking her way up his swollen shaft, running her tongue around the opening, then eagerly lapping up the pre-cum that had come on the tip. Licking her lips, she took him in her mouth. "AAHH Damn!" Misty bobbed her head up and down, sucking him, his hips bucking wildly. Misty stopped and moved up his body, rubbing her wet passion over his shaft, her heat making him tighten even more.

Mark pushed her onto her back, his breathing ragged. "Love me, Mark!" she whimpered. Getting on his knees, he positioned himself between her legs. Inserting the tip of his shaft in her, he lifted her hips, his shaft going all the way in. He stopped, the feel of her velvet softness after all these years making him cry out. "So long!" he cried. Holding her hips, he slowly moved in her, going all the way in, then pulling back till he was almost out. Misty dug her nails in his hips. "Love me!" she begged as she moved her hips, her tunnel wrapping tightly around him. Putting her legs over his shoulders, Mark thrust hard in her. Misty moved with him, the friction making him shake. "Don't stop!" she cried. "Do it harder!" Mark sped up his thrusts, going deep and hard in her. "AAhh!!! I'm cuming, Misty!" he cried, continuing to thrust in her. Misty felt his warmth as she came with him, digging her nails in his arms.

It was several minutes before they stopped, their bodies panting and sweating. Mark gently came down to lay on top of her. He moved to his side, staying inside her, not wanting to lose contact. "All these years, the nights I dreamed of making love to you. That was the only thing that kept me going." he said, nuzzling her neck, wiping the small beads of sweat from her forehead. Misty looked in his eyes. "It was the same for me too. I love you, Mark." She snuggled closer to him.

"Where did you go?" he asked. "I came back for you but you were gone."

"The day after you left, I got sick. Mom and dad took me to the emergency room. I found out I was pregnant. Dad was furious and asked who the father was. When I refused to tell him he slapped me. He looked at the paper, and guessed from there. He ranted all over the house, calling you trash. He told me to get out. I left, taking the small bag with me. Mom slipped me some money when he wasn't looking. I went to my Aunt Sydney's house and stayed there. She was with me when young Mark was born."

A tear came from his eye. "If only I had known."

"Mark, that's all in the past. You're here. We're togther, and nothing's ever going to separate us again."

He laid back on top of her, his passion becoming hard again. He moved slowly, Misty moving with him, her warmth enveloping him as softly as her arms were now doing. They moved as one, shutting out everything but each other. They came together, Mark collapsing on top. Misty brought his face to hers, parting his lips to again explore. Mark rolled on his back, Misty now on top, moving her hips back and forth. His shaft hard again, they moved as one, crying each other's name as they came together. Misty laid in the crook of his arm, her arm over his chest as they drifted off to sleep.

CHAPTER 10

Mark laid there awake the next morning. He felt Misty's warm breath on his chest. Fate had brought him back to her. On top of that he now had a sone. He knew if he left, they would follow, but that's not what he wanted for them. He moved to get up but Misty moaned, her arm over his chest.

He had eluded the police for twenty years. if they were to have any kind of life together, he would have to turn himself in. After all this time, how would he begin to prove his innocence. Running away hadn't helped any. "Misty, wake up." Misty mumbled and snuggled closer. He gently shook her. "Misty, wake up. We have to talk."

Misty opened her eyes half way and smiled. She ran her hand over his body, stopping at his thighs. Mark groaned as she put her hand around his shaft, stroking up and down. Mark closed his eyes. What she was doing felt so good. He felt her shift. Opening his eyes he saw her on top, her hips coming down over his swollen shaft. Mark held her hips as she moved up and down. Misty arched her back. "OOOHHH!" she groaned, speeding up her movements. Mark groaned and thrust hard in her. He was ready to explode. "Baby!!!" he cried. Misty felt him fill her and with one last stroke she came. She laid on his chest till her breathing had calmed. She lifted and laid beside him.

Mark knew this was going to be hard, but it had to be done. "Misty, honey, we have to talk."

"What, Mark?"

"I've been thinking. I'm going to turn myself in."

Misty sat up. "But...!"

"No buts. Twenty years of hiding is long enough."

"Why? Mark and I will go with you."

"What kind of life would that be for the two of you. I hated it myself. Not staying in one place for long. Having to be careful wherever you went. That's not good for either of you. You deserve better."

Misty got up and ran to the bathroom. Mark followed. He found her leaning over the lavatory. Mark turned her around, seeing streams of tears going down her cheeks. "It's not fair! We're forced to stay apart for all these years, now that we found each other I'm going to lose you again!"

He held her against his chest. "Misty, I want to be able to give you the kind of life you and our son deserve. Remember when I asked you to marry me?"

Misty nodded. "We were going to elope."

"Now, I want us to do it the right way, not living on the run," he said. "Now, we shower and dress. I want you and our son to come to the station with me."

Two hours later, young Mark, Misty, and Mark walked in the police station. Mark held the both of them then went with the officer to the cell.

END OF BOOK II

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