There was a crowd to meet them as they stepped into the arrivals' lounge at Melbourne airport. Tearfully, Jennifer's Mum raced to hug her and welcome her home. The three months they had been away had seemed such a long time.
Eric and Andrew were just as happy to see them. Eric hugged his daughter, while Andrew was his normal teasing self.
"Why didn't you bring Jennifer home with you Peter? Who's this new woman? Look, she's laughing and she's so happy. That isn't my sister, Jennifer. Did you exchange her for this new model?"
Peter knew he was home with his family.
"Now, let's put this luggage in the car. We guessed there'd be lots. You must have left many sad shopkeepers in Asia because trucks have been arriving on the hour every hour, day and night, delivering Jennifer's latest purchases."
Grinning wildly, Andrew swung his sister into his arms and squashed her as he kissed her cheek.
"You look wonderful sis. Married life's done wonders for you. I'm thinking of taking the plunge myself."
In teasing disbelief, Jennifer punched Andrew in the arm. "You married? I'll believe it when I see it. I can only feel sympathy for the poor girl. Who is it? She'd have to be out of her mind to marry you."
During the trip home, the teasing and hilarity continued, with many questions about their travels, where they had been and what they had seen.
That night over a traditional dinner of baked lamb with mint sauce, gravy and baked vegetables, Jennifer's statement, "I still call Australia home," made her parents smile, since that simple quotation told them she'd missed her mother's cooking and her family hearth.
At the end of a long evening of food, talk and laughter Andrew stood. "Come on you two, enough talk, I'll drive you home."
The headlights swept in a wide arc up the driveway of the Rocky Springs mansion and Jennifer was surprised when Peter swung her into his arms to carry her up the steps and across the threshold of their home.
"Oh dear, I left the luggage behind. You'll have to make do and sleep naked," was Andrew's cheeky comment as he drove off.
Peter grinned. "Welcome to our home, Mrs. O'Brien, a haven of happiness, a twin for the home where you grew up."
The place actually looked inhabited and there was already human warmth about the rooms, but Jennifer needed to sleep. She allowed Peter to lead her to the bedroom where, oblivious of Peter's presence she undressed and slowly went to soak in the gigantic bath. She made no comment, lazily opening one eye as the slopping of water over the edge told her that Peter had joined her.
He looked at her in silence, a mischievous smile on his face as he took her feet in his hands and began massaging. Jennifer lay back, enjoying every touch. Just as his attentions were becoming sensual, she felt him sliding behind her to rub her neck and shoulders.
She enjoyed his fingers pummelling and pushing at her aching muscles. Eventually, as the water cooled, he stood and helping her out of the bath dried them both with fresh, fluffy towels.
Bending to kiss her Peter lifted her arms around his neck. He slid his hands behind her knees and effortlessly carried her to their bed where he lay beside her, his hands worshipping her nudity.
The realization that this was the first night in their own home heightened their passion, which overcame their tiredness. Before sinking into the softness and darkness of sleep, they made love with renewed energy.
The following morning, Jennifer, her body still on Singapore time, woke late to find Peter carefully studying her. He bent to kiss her then, playfully slapping her rump, commented, "I thought you'd never wake. Come on up your get, you haven't time to play with my body."
She giggled as he corrected himself. "On second thoughts, I have plenty of time to play with you," and his mouth fastened on a nipple.
Jennifer pushed against his chest trying to dampen his passion but to no avail.
Ignoring her efforts, Peter straightened and pulled her onto her feet. "Come on Mrs. O'Brien time to shower and then have breakfast. We must get busy because we've a farm to run."
Smiling mischievously, he led her to their shower recess and turned on the water. As soon as the water had heated, he pushed Jennifer under the steaming spray. He was still adjusting the heat of the water when Jennifer dragged him under the shower with her.
Once Jennifer was thoroughly wet, she turned and snuggled her wet body against Peter's back. She reached around his waist and began soaping him from his shoulders to his knees lingering on his groin.
Peter could only grit his teeth and moan as he tried to turn around to face her but she wouldn't allow him to move.
"What's the matter am I getting to you?" Jennifer asked, her eyes flashing with a naughty gleam.
The only answer was a groan as her soapy hands aroused him even more.
"I'll be a good girl. Stand still and I'll do your back properly this time," she said, reaching for the soap. Giggling, Jennifer began to work her soapy hands across Peter's back, actually doing some washing for a few minutes before she got playful again as she started washing his thighs. What began as washing was suddenly becoming erotic massaging and Peter jumped and turned. Jennifer burst out laughing.
"All right, enough's enough," Peter said. "It's my turn to wash you."
"Aaaw, what's the matter, baby? I'm just trying to make sure you're clean, that's all." Laughing Jennifer wrapped her arms around his neck and began kissing him, rubbing her full wet body against him.
Peter continued kissing her as he lathered his hands with the soap. Then he began fondling her breasts.
Reaching down, she grasped Peter's rampant penis and bent it down between her legs so that it was rubbing against her sex. She broke her kiss, buried her face against his neck and began to whimper.
Remembering how Jennifer liked having her breasts loved, Peter pinched her swollen nipples, digging his thumbnails into the ends. Her moans grew louder and, as she began to shudder, he swirled his tongue tantalizingly over each rigid nipple. Then he suckled her. Suddenly she surrendered to her orgasm. Her arms tightened around his neck as she hung on, almost unable to stand. Finally, her shuddering eased and her moans became gasps.
Holding her for several minutes slowly Peter rocked her as the water poured down on them. Eventually she looked up and Peter noticed that most of the glazed stare had left her eyes so he whispered, "Think we're clean enough for now?"