Charles and Diana Richards spent Sunday afternoon, November 4, 1956 with her parents. Retired Air Force Colonel John G. Maitland and Josephine VanDorn Maitland enjoyed the interesting sights around Los Angeles. They had come for Charles and Diana's birthday party the night before and were only in town for a few days.
Then they took them to their home in Brentwood. Her parents spent the late afternoon resting on the patio in the warm sun, enjoying the view of the ocean in the distance while Charles and Diana prepared dinner. Tom and Lynda Seldon joined them for dinner that evening, as well as Charles and Tom's boss at the FBI, Peter Woods and his wife, Mary, who also happened to be old friends of Colonel Maitland.
Diana's parents were interested in hearing about an investigation that Charles and Tom were getting ready to begin. They couldn't go into much detail about it. They were checking into reports of an import/export company that was rumored to be involved in arms smuggling. They'd received a tip at the FBI office the week before and they were still gathering preliminary information before they actually started the legwork. They figured it would be at least another few weeks before they would learn enough to know whether it was true or not.
By eight o'clock, Jo Maitland was looking weary. She told Diana that she needed to get back to the Woods' home so she could retire for the night. She complained that she was still suffering from "jet lag" and laughed it off.
Diana hugged her mother and father as they left and told them she'd see them the next evening for dinner at Pete and Mary's. Her parents were in their late sixties, and she noticed they were starting to look every bit their age. She worried about them.
Lynda and Tom stayed a little while longer. Tom and Charles sat in the living room with drinks while discussing where to begin in their investigation. Lynda and Diana were silent as they cleared and washed the dinner dishes, both of them lost in their own worries.
Lynda was trying not to eavesdrop, but the talk about possible arms smuggling made her nervous.
If it turns out to be true, Tom and Charles could get caught in a terribly dangerous situation. Dear Lord, please let it turn out to be nothing more than false rumors...
Diana frowned as she grabbed another dish in the sink to wash.
Something is wrong with Mama... She seems to tire a lot more easily than she used to. She's sixty-five years old...maybe it's just due to aging. But she appears to have trouble breathing at times...
She would get winded and out of breath after walking for just a few minutes.
Is there something Mama and Daddy haven't told me because they don't want to worry me? Just like I'm doing with them...
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Charles and Diana were crawling into bed later that night after their showers. He noticed the worried look on her face. "What's troubling you, pretty lady?"
"Mama. I know you've never seen her before, but she looks a lot more tired and...weak...than I've ever seen her look before. I'm afraid she might be sick somehow and she's not telling me about it. Why wouldn't she tell me if she's sick? You don't think she'd keep anything really serious from me, do you?"
Charles hesitated.
Your mother doesn't want to worry you...it's not as bad as you think. I guess I'll have to tell you so you won't worry...
"Diana...your mother's health has gotten worse, but it appears to be mainly due to aging. The only reason the doctors are concerned is because she's lost some of her lung capacity but they have no idea why. That's why she gets winded so easily, because she's functioning on only about sixty percent of her normal lung capacity. And sometimes she gets aching pains in various places on her body that the doctors also can't explain, but they've found nothing else serious."
"How is it you know about this and I don't? Why would you keep something like this from me?" she asked him painfully.
"Because your mother begged me not to tell you! She didn't want you to know anything that would make you worry. She wanted you to be able to be happy and just enjoy being in love for a while instead of worrying about her. Just like you don't want her worrying about you because of the attack. I begged you to let me tell your parents but you refused because you didn't want them to worry about you! Don't get mad at me because you and your mother can't stand the thought of sharing your worries with each other!"
Diana snorted an ironic laugh. "I guess I am my mother's daughter. We keep our worries to ourselves and suffer in silence until something drags it out of us...and usually at a most inopportune time or place. My mother masks her worries and then has little angry outbursts over things that are inconsequential... much like you do. I cover mine with a sense of humor until something happens that immediately brings my worries to the surface again.
"I'm sorry if I sounded upset with you. You're right...it's not your fault. But I'm going to stick with the status quo. I don't want Mama to know that I know she's not that well and I still don't want them to know about the attack. You understand? Not a word to them."
Charles nodded and then leaned over and kissed her. He laid back and pulled her to his right side to hold her. He stroked her back and shoulders through the pajama top she was wearing. She stroked his hairy chest. His cock was stirring.
He wanted to make love to her so badly, but her monthly cycle had resumed. They had been relieved when she'd experienced her first period since the attack almost four months ago just last month. He sighed heavily.
We're worried about too many things right now to be able to enjoy the thought of having a baby...
Then he groaned softly. Her hand traveled down his torso. His dick expanded as her hand inched down his flat stomach. He captured her wrist and held her hand still. "Just where do you think you're going?"
Diana grinned and spoke throatily, "Nowhere with you. Fuck you, Charles Richards. Oh...but you'd like that, wouldn't you? Too bad I can't accommodate you at the moment. But would you settle for my hands, lips and tongue?"
Charles chuckled softly and then growled sarcastically, "Oh...twist my arm!"
Diana chuckled in response. She scooted down the bed and loosened his pajama bottoms. She lowered them down his hips until she could wrap her lips around his turgid shaft. She took her time and stroked the velvety flesh of his hard cock with her tongue and her hand, moaning softly each time he groaned in pleasure.
God, how I love your hard body! You are the sexiest man I've ever seen...and heard! I want to make you groan even more...
His groans of pleasure sent hot thrills through her body. She paused as she worked his pajama bottoms all the way off. She told him to bend his knees and put his lower back flat on the bed, tilting his hips upward as much as possible.
She leaned over his lower torso on her left hip. She reached down to massage his balls gently with her right hand. Then she released his cock for a moment and laved her right index finger with her tongue, wetting it thoroughly.
She stroked her tongue languidly on his shaft as she reached down and rubbed her right index finger on his ass. He clenched his cheeks slightly. She rubbed just the tip of her finger on his rough flesh softly until she felt him relax. His groans grew deeper and his flesh softened. She rubbed a little firmer, using more of her finger in an up and down motion in rhythm with his undulating hips.
The moisture on her finger was dissipating, so she paused to lave it with her tongue again while she stroked his cock. She used the same motion with her finger as before, but she wrapped her lips around his cock and stroked his shaft firmer, increasing the rhythm of his hips.
His ass felt relaxed and soft, so she experimented by gently inserting just the tip of her finger.
Charles groaned loudly and then breathed, "Ohhhh, God..."
Diana increased the rhythm of her strokes on his cock to keep pace with his hips and stroked just the tip of her finger into his ass. His hips slowed their pace, but the range of motion increased to a sexy rolling as he lifted them slightly. She countered by stroking her finger a little deeper into his relaxed ass and increasing the pressure of her lips and hand stroking his cock.
His deep groans turned into a loud moan... "OH, MY GOD! OH, MY GOD! OH, BABY! OH, GOD, DIANA... THAT FEELS SO GOOD! OHHHHHHHHH YESSSSSS!!!!"
