This is for those people who requested a further chapter in this story. It is also by way of closure.
The story so far: I, Captain Mitchell Underwood and CSM Julie Paterson meet on a flight from Sydney to Adelaide. An unscheduled stop-over following an in-flight emergency that forced me to turn back to Adelaide resulted in us spending the night together. On our return to Sydney, we spend our first week-end together with Micha, my 8 year old daughter from my previous marriage.
Melissa, my first wife is found badly bashed when we return Micha home. Julie and I apply for, and gain custody. We both resign from work, get married and, with Micha, settle down to life on my farm near Moss Vale, in the Southern Highlands, a couple of hours drive south of Sydney.
*
It had been an idyllic several months, Julie was now eight months pregnant and, efficient as ever had arranged everything in preparation for the birth. She had chosen to have the baby at home, and had arranged for a mid-wife to be present at the delivery. We knew it was going to be a boy but had told no-one, not even Micha. All of her checks had indicated that it would be an easy delivery but she had taken no chances. Just inside the front door was a case, packed with the essentials, just in case a dash to the hospital was necessary.
Despite her burgeoning belly, Julie and I still maintained an active sex life, the only difficulty was in finding a position that allowed both of us to benefit from the experience. Our favourite was on our side, Julie with her back to me and her legs as far up as she could manage allowing me access to her pussy. While she would have preferred a position where she faced me, the only one that was halfway satisfactory was again on our sides, this time facing with her legs raised as high as possible again, it allowed me access but we were still not in a position where we could cuddle and hug each other. I suggested that she could straddle me but she wouldn't have this, because she thought that she was much too heavy for me. I tried to tell her that this was a load of crap, but she insisted. We did however gain some experience in oral sex.
We lay in our bed, Julie had her arms as far around me as was possible and my 'in utero' son was kicking the crap out of me. "I think he's going to be a footballer."
"A Rugby player don't you mean. We can't have him playing one of those woosy codes can we?"
"We'll see. I just hope that he's like you."
"You mean that he'll be devilishly handsome, talented in many areas, and of course, rich."
"I suppose that you think that you're all of those?"
"Of course." My hand was one of my talented areas, it was caressing her breasts that were already engorged in preparation for the birth. Her nipples larger than normal and harder than normal.
"If you keep that up I can't be held responsible for my actions." I kept it up. Her hand found my erect cock and began to fondle him. "You do realise that this is all that you'll get for a couple of weeks after the birth, don't you?"
"I can wait, after all I did have a couple of years of self imposed celibacy."
"Don't I know it, I was there when you broke your drought, talk about a flood, I was swimming in it."
My other hand had found its way between her legs and my finger had entered her pussy. Julie needed no further encouragement, hoisting her knees as high as she could, she presented her pussy to my waiting cock. I had my hands resting gently on her bloated belly as I slid my cock equally gently into her waiting body. My cock slid as gently as possible into her waiting pussy. She urged me to make a greater effort but I had to think of the child inside her belly, so I resisted the temptation to increase my tempo. Her orgasm, when it came, made these precautions totally superfluous, if they didn't bring on contractions nothing would.
Meanwhile Micha had settled easily into her new school and had made several friends and there was an active junior social network of weekend visits to each other's houses. Poor Fred often found a succession of little girls hoisted onto his back during a long, for him but short for the girls, day of horse riding, giggling and screaming, eating and drinking little kids food, and general good natured mayhem.
I drove her to school each day, and even in the middle of winter with the paddocks frosted white, she insisted we take the Morgan, and unless it was actually bucketing down with rain, the top had to be down. There was a certain unselfconscious prestige about rolling up to school in this car, even if we were so rugged up against the cold that we were hardly recognisable.
I had several projects on the go to help with the running of the farm. I had graded and gravel sealed a runway so that I could fly in and out of the property in my new second-hand plane. This served two purposes, I could keep my hand in with flying and Pete, my neighbour, and I could fly to country sales when we needed to buy stock for our farms.
The only down-side to life thus far occurred six months after we moved down here. My first wife, Melissa, had applied for custody on the basis that I was not Micha's biological father and, failing a successful decision, increased access. After a day where emotions ran high and lawyers profited, hers in particular, the Family Court Judge refused to alter the current arrangements. Melissa was not happy and showed her displeasure with a loud and erratic outburst inside the courtroom.
Julie was quiet on the drive back home. I reached over and placed my hand on her thigh, and she covered it with hers. "I'm sorry that you had to go through all of this, I'm only glad that Micha didn't have to be there to see her mother's behaviour. If there had been a way that we could have handled this without you being there I would have taken it."
"I know Darling, but I needed to be there with you. I don't think that I could have coped with the idea of you being in that court on your own and me being at home wondering what was happening, but that doesn't make it any easier. Melissa has shown herself to be a vindictive person who is capable of anything and that's what scares me."
That was two months ago, and Julie's worst fears had just been realised.
I had just pulled into the parking area in the school grounds to pick up Micha, only to be met by a frantic teacher. "Mister Underwood, I'm so glad you're here, Micha has been abducted! The police are on their way and should be here soon." In the background I could hear sirens fast approaching. Two patrol cars sped into the grounds and screeched to a halt beside us.
"What's happened?" I recognised Sergeant Barry Jackson from one of the many local barbeques, he was a large man, tending to over-weight but looked fit nonetheless. "Mitch, what's happened?"
"It seems as if Micha was abducted. I haven't got the full story but a woman, and the description fits my ex-wife, jumped from a car and grabbed her and they were driven off. It happened about ten minutes ago, so they can't have gotten far. There's a good chance that they are heading for Sydney. I have a description of the car, so, if you can spare a man to act as spotter, I'll go home and get my plane and we can follow the road and see if we can locate them."
"Good idea. Jimmy," He called over one of the Constables, "You go with Mitch here, grab a radio and a pair of binoculars from the car, and you are going to find a car." He looked at me, "There are no speed traps between here and your place, if you know what I mean."
I knew exactly what he meant and Jimmy sat in the passenger's seat white knuckling the 'Oh my Jeeesus' handle as we sped back to the farm. Julie was waiting at the front door as I screeched to a halt. "What's happened?"
