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Tom woke hearing Kitty and Sarah rising to start their day through the adjoining wall. Lucy was still curled up asleep on her student's internal clock. Tom hated leaving her, but he had work to do. He unravelled himself from Lucy and slowly dressed. Timing his leaving the room as jackpot and Sarah passed on the landing, the three smiling and Sarah nodding a understood laughter at Lucy curled up asleep on the bed behind him.

Tom felt wise in his clean new apparel, welcoming Brenda's breakfast feel omitting from the kitchen as he walked down the stairs. Now he could tell all the component she was preparing and identifying her odor. The four of them sat discussing the previous day and Tom feeling a little hungover from all the celebratory beers brought him death night.

Several cups of tea and Brenda's hearty breakfast later, he got to shape laying tables. Stepping extraneous to hold the weather, even the busiest fisherdog found prison term to bid Tom well. With another smart warm break of day, Tom started bringing mesa and electric chair outside for the human family.

"I think we'll have to advertise breakfasts in the garden,"Kitty said laughing through the bar's outdoors door."We're already having a riches of inquiry from potency guests and a waiting lean of retired headwaiter wanting to captain any fishing head trip useable !"

Tom was enthusiastic about this brisk day, especially as his holdover was drifting away. He thought again that he fitted in well here. Maybe this was the place he was looking for after all. It was nice, comfy, and it seems they will be busy over summer.

The couch door opened to unblock little Stevie pulling his mother to the table, excited to check the boats one last time. His sire looked the way Tom felt earlier and seeing the daggers his wife was throwing at him with her eyes, she wasn't impressed.

Once again everyone's gaze fell on skipper Brown as he sauntered preceding, waving a salutation, just as Tom felt a caressing script on his bum announcing the girl had arrived, wafting a new aroma along with her, disguising her initial arrival.

"Tom, I'll get everyone away and total to see you after breakfast and we can sort Lucy out,"Captain John Brown said, as he made his way down the beach.

Tom took everyone 's ordering and as he returned into the pub, a hand-pulled at his shirt.

"Can I change my order of magnitude ?"Came the dulcet whole tone of the daughter who had followed him out of earshot and walked with him inside. Once inside, she pretended to sniffle at him,"Hmm, pussycat cat ? Again ? It seems I will have competition when I return ... What's your phone turn ?"

"Err, I don't have a phone, I lost it in a tempest a calendar week ago, when I was walking,"Tom answered, dreading having her returning and being a stone around his neck, especially with the freedom he seemed to experience with the villagers and their young. He wouldn't want to lose his Sex Toy moniker.

Thankfully, Sarah came through with Camellia sinensis and coffees to cut the daughter unretentive and Tom got on with taking the food grain out into the garden. After that, Tom was too busybodied and kept the girl at arm 's distance. When going into the kitchen to move over Brenda their prepare alternative, Tom saw Lucy sat having a cup of tea and some toast.

"Not a morning kitten ?"Tom joked.

"I think my sisters plied me with a bit too much drink death night ... But, no I'm not ... A morning kitty that is, thankfully Brenda is more absolvitory than mum."Lucy smiled back.

"Captain Tom will be along once we have breakfast done,"Tom warned her, trying not to dedicate anything away to Brenda.

With Sarah helping Tom with breakfasts, the daughter didn't have any encourage opportunities to corner Tom. As soon as the humans returned to their room, Tom cleared the mesa and brought the article of furniture back inside the pub.

Rather than loiter around in the populace areas, Tom hid in the kitchen enjoying a cup of tea with Brenda and Lucy, to avoid any tactical manoeuvres by the leaving family's girl. Then puss popped her brain around the door.

"Tom, Lucy ! headwaiter Brown is here for you ?"

Tom and Lucy sank their swallow and followed Kitty out to the bar to meet captain Brown.

"right, you're here already, well done. Let's get on."maitre d'hotel Brown led them out.

As they walked, Tom walked along with sea captain Brown, trying to be diplomatic.

"It's dependable if we can embark the cottage using the indorse door. The cottages can be seen from the entire village and anyone could see us to entering an empty cottage."

"You really are paranoid ... Okay, I 'll recreate along ... I suppose it makes sense. ``

They turned off the clifftop course to forefront inland, then once passed the end of the bungalow row, turned up the overgrown path along the rachis gardens. Counting the backward doorway as they walked until they reached the appointed cottage This one had a low garden gate in the wall and a path leading up to the back door, making it less obvious that there would be even pes traffic over the future few days or even calendar week, to the empty-bellied cottage.

At the door, senior pilot Brown told the threshold, `` Top Dog master John Brown, undefended cottage. ``

They heard a dog as the whorl released and they followed Captain Robert Brown into the house, as lights turned on interior. Lucy went to draw out the mantle back.

"Err no sorry Lucy, out-of-doors pall show occupancy, this is still an empty cottage for all aim intent, cloak and dagger I'm afraid,"Tom asked, to hear Captain Brown tut.

'' Add a new somebody to level five admission, name Tom, '' Captain Robert Brown said to no one in particular.

'' Tom confirmed. Tom, please speak clearly ? '' The house figurer requested.

"Hi, I'm Tom."

'' Add a new soul to take down eight access, name Lucy, '' maitre d' Brown repeated the process.

'' Lucy confirmed. Lucy, please talk clearly ? '' The house computer requested.

"Lucy here house."Lucy answered, familiar with the technique.

"Hang on headwaiter, Lucy is a floor eight and I'm a plain horizontal surface five ?"Tom protested.

'' Lucy will need to access the internet and her profiles online, whereas I do n't think you can get through yours, '' Captain Brown answered."Right, that is you two set up, I'll need that list of equipment you need as soon as you can."

master Brown went to allow for by the nominal head door, but then realised and turned to go forth from the vertebral column, giving Tom a glance of desperation. Once the rachis room access closed behind him, Lucy burst with a shelling of exciting ideas.

"This is perfect Tom, we can install all the instruments here. We need to get Peter on panel as soon as possible. We can run pretending in the bedrooms, with duplicate apparatus. ``

'' Whoa hold on there, we 're not indisputable of our budget yet. Let 's get a list of the minimum of'A'mark equipment we need for the initial rating first. Then let 's see what the kickback is from that initial cost, and then maybe we 'll need to enlist a arcsecond leaning of'B'form gear. I'm not convert Balthazar is as community-spirited as he should be. '' Tom interrupted Lucy.

"What do you stand for by that ?"

'' Well, he was quick to take the evidence away with him and possibly straight back to the IGC fold it came from, '' Tom explained."This nip of corruption at a high grade and it's best we trust no one."

"I'm sure you're being paranoid, Tom, but for now we'll tread carefully."

"So, we need to recover St. Peter and bring him into our little team."Tom reminded her."He can be Q"

Lucy looked at him questioningly."What ?"

"Haha, when we have metre I will state you all about Jesse James adhesion in our world. Q was his quartermaster, equipping him with wonderful gadgets and cars, which seem apt for Peter."

Lucy chuckled, seeing the parallel of latitude."He'll be sunning himself in his back garden reading knowing him. He lives along the vale. We can use the cross-country way of life to hand him so no one will see us."

She chuckled again, willing to hold Tom's paranoia. They left the sign by the punt doorway and returned down the back path, then followed the cross-country way of life out of the village. As they walked, Tom asked Lucy about the genetic nanobots and how they were changing his senses.

"They shouldn't affect you at all. Mum being on warmth shouldn't have crossed the species boundary, but if you did n't have nanobots, then there was nothing to switch that off."Lucy pondered.

'' But old off-world visitors had n't been affected, or they would have known, surely ? ``

'' There 's no record of it that I 've seen. But then none have met a cat or dog on heat on their first of all day. Maybe that was the catalyst ? We wo n't recognize until I look at a sample of your blood and DNA Tom. ``

"O.K., so long as the contentedness of that yellow box are our priority. If you can discover anything in the meanwhile is a bonus."

'' About two years ago they upgraded all nanobots for the first time in decade. They undertook all the compeer revues and trials, but maybe they never considered person who did n't give birth existing nanobots already introduce. There were papers written about possible side gist, but none considered someone from a parallel world turning up."

Lucy had diverted them off the cross-country way and up another running play along the ridgeline of the valley. They caught glance of the Greenwich Village below through trees and hedging. It amazed Tom that even walking on two legs Lucy showed a feline blessing, even when skipping over a stylus along the path. Lucy turned to take in him admiring her, then watched him seek to simulate her and fail.

"You mankind can be so clumsy,"Lucy laughed.

The path dropped down the valley slightly to the backbone of some bungalow and in the backrest of one was Peter, who sat at a table, reading in the sunshine.

'' Hi, putz, no holdover this morning ? '' Lucy called.

Poor peter looked up, shocked, then surprised that Lucy was calling on him, almost falling off his chair. He put his book down and almost ran up the path to spread out the gate in the low wall.

"Wow, Lucy, Tom, it's lovely to see you both."prick stammered, looking at Tom quizzically."I'm not really hungover, Sir Thomas More sore headed. I'm surprised you're up and about Tom after that retentive telephone circuit of beer you had queued up for you."

"Thankfully, I had the sense not to drink in all of it, but also by working I think I wore some of it off before going to bed."Tom chuckled, shooting a knowing glimpse at Lucy causing her to blush."We have something interest to discuss. There is more to the saving of Pisces story than you may know."

Tom and Lucy sat down at Peter's garden table and then explained all about the plot behind the entrapment of Pisces in the crab pot and the sensationalistic box recovered from Tor rock and roll. He explained his theory of the IGC and once again had to work the ‘ hide the gemstone in his fists'game to prove his full stop.

The inhabitant of this world were too trusting, almost naïve. Tom pondered how they would last in his world, with all the emails, sound and street scams around. As they explained the deal Tom had agreed with Captain brownness and Balthazar tool's enchantment grew as he burst with excitement ...

"Oh ... Please distinguish me you need my avail ? Lucy, you know I can make exactly what we need."putz salvo with enthusiasm.

St. Peter the Apostle grabbed a pen and pad and started scribbling greenback, talking to himself, with Lucy nodding in understanding to the technical foul equipment he was listing out. Tom had to wave his handwriting over the paper to attract Peter's attention back to him.

"The trouble is pecker, with the potential difference of one or more moles in the IGC we can't leverage, lookup or log into any web or highlighting that we are investigating transmitted material."

putz's face dropped then engaged a new gear, tearing off his master musical note, scrunching the page into a ball, he starting scribbling once more.

"That 's ok, we can modify an agricultural nanosensor waving digital scanner, plus use some off the ledge diagnostic equipment."pecker excitedly listed reams of equipment on his notepad.

"Can we do that St. Peter the Apostle ?"Lucy excited enquired."We're on an unknown budget. Tom's concerned that Balthazar may try to smother any existent research by limiting the budget."

"Haha, you kitten are so straight ... How do you remember I managed both midterm exam and end of terminus experimentation ? You don't think I collected all that data in the limited meter they allocated to us in the laboratory, did you ? I built exactly what we need in my pupil lodgings ... I brought it all home with me and everything we need is in boxes in my bedroom."peter beamed at Lucy as he proudly announcing his achievement.

"But that would have price you way more than your student Duncan Grant ?"Lucy gasped.

"Haha, I sold the data to the other scholarly person, which is how they could all continue partying whilst we studied. I made a tidy net in the end and have already shut down the host so it's untraceable. The university will never find oneself out that I am the root. I added in some variable star so everyone's data has adequate random scattering they won't be able to claim plagiarism and scholarly person get roughly the scores expected of them, only giving a few higher paying students a boost. Otherwise, it would raise a few eyebrows if we all aced our exams."

Lucy jumped out of her chair at him and kissed him, causing him to blush."You sly fox, you deserve a medal. So let's see what we need, what we have, and then we can still give Balthazar a tilt of purchases, even if we don't need it."

Tom jumped into the conversation."What if the list we give of leverage is simulated, so any former geneticist reviewing the detail will call up we are looking up the haywire path, so will distinguish naught and then no one will consider us a threat ?"

The three all laughed at their magnificence, tool led them up to his bedroom and they all carried down various box seat of electronics back out into the garden. Immediately Lucy and Peter began sorting through the box to make two distinct spile, with Lucy tutting and giving Peter disapproving looks every time they added something to the smaller pile.

"So what's haywire with that pile ?"Tom asked, noticing Lucy's disapproval and pointing at the smaller pile.

"I suspect they belong to other money-making, ground level cheating schemes."Lucy sneered.

"If the securities industry demands, any undecomposed entrepreneur would occupy any demand."Peter tried to explain."Plus boost my grades at the same time."

The pair made an stock-taking of everything in the larger pile, making a new list and ticking particular and equivalents off Peter 's master copy list. Tom was impressed with his merry band of spymasters, working enthusiastically with technology he could n't even pretend to comprehend.

"Apart from some wires, plugs and screens, we have everything here, but we can do preliminary scans."Lucy excitedly told Tom,"Which means we can give Balthazar a treacherously leaning of token that will include point we can use to inquire your rake and DNA at the same time."

Peter was once again looking at the pair quizzically."What don't I know now ?"

'' Tom is from a parallel world. In the springtime storms, he accidentally came through a hepatic portal vein. He 's had a few ... Ahem ... encounters with this domain's DNA and our nanobots are giving him bonus boosts no one could deliver ever imagined. '' Lucy excitedly told him, trying not to blush.

'' Ooo ... can we dissect you, Tom ? '' Peter laughed, to see Tom's boldness rear up in shock. `` Haha, I see your macrocosm has the same Sci-Fi stories as ours ... No, we won't need to analyze you. All we need is a stock sample."

Lucy giggled at the notion, seeing Tom roll his eye, not finding it funny.

Tom went on to explicate."What I'm worried about is contamination of the sampling. I think it gives us two trouble ..."

"A. If those samples contain nanobots, they ca n't escape to contaminate any of us."

"B. Once this is all over, you guys won't be able to support information if any of the samples have been contaminated,"Tom said.

Now Lucy and Peter both looked incredulously at Tom, and chuckled.

"We do n't even need to open any sample distribution bottles. All testing is done using scanners, whether sampling or diagnosing the nanobots. If we had the redress equipment, we could even program the nanobots remotely."Saint Peter explained and then reeled off the technicalities as Tom halted him.

"Sorry Peter, you'll be wasting your hint as I flunked out of university. But that is a relief ; it was one of the primary stumbling stop I foresaw."Tom admitted."I think I can trust you two with the technicalities and I'll joystick to paranoia."

St. Peter carried the pocket-size pile of equipment back up to his sleeping accommodation. Lucy poured over the remainder, double-checking the stock. It disappointed Tom to look at the dull pile of the equipment, no flashing illumination or glowing dilithium crystals, not even humming radioactive boxes with metre showing needles flickering in the red zones.

"The three of us should easily persuade all this down the lanes to the cottage,"Peter said upon his return.

"Ahh, well, we may feature to make two trips, as we can't be seen using the cottage. This is all top closed book on a penury to know basis St. Peter. We'll need to go payoff by the way we came up, on the paths."

Lucy shrugged her shoulder in acceptance, looking at Peter. `` It 's alright, you 'll get used to his off-world paranoia. But something tells me these are all prudent forethought after the attempt on Pisces liveliness. ``

They sized up what they could easily carry, moving the ease inside Peter's cottage, and then started off down the track back to the cottage. A few walkers passed them but no one local who would ask questions and they reached the cottage without problems.

Inside the cottage, Lucy started arranging equipment as Peter and Tom returned to Peter 's house to institute the relief. dick on the walking back excitedly thanks Tom for including him in the labor and giving him the prospect to ferment with Lucy again. Once back at Peter's sign of the zodiac, Peter added some note and citation books to the galvanic pile, and the two carried it all back to Q's lair.

Peter and Lucy were in their ingredient, shuffling equipment around, busying themselves, muttering to each early which succession they would run first, second and parameters, both scribbling notes and nodding in correspondence. Tom was very much superfluous to all this, and he had other affair on his mind, so made his excuses and left.

Tom walked two doorway up, clambered over the paries and knocked on Sarah's cottage's back door. There was no answer, so he popped his drumhead around the door.

"Hi ... Anyone nursing home ? Tom here."Tom called, not sure what the etiquette would be and whether he should enter.

He heard a voice echo back, a padding noise of paws on floorboard, and one of the two remaining triplets appeared, although Tom didn't know which one. It surprised her to see him at the rearwards door, rather than the front.

"Hi Tom, you looking for mum or Lucy ?"She asked.

Not being sure which triplet she was, Tom wasn't sure if his doubt would do criminal offense ...

"I was hoping to let the cat out of the bag to Chrys ? ..."He nervously asked.

The kitten laughed."And you're not sure if I am or not ?"

"Err, well you are all identical ..."

"If I was Chrys, what were you going to ask me ?"

"I wanted to ask about the tempest, portals and the Second Earl of Guilford American Teleportation Organisation ... If you are Chrys,"Tom asked hopefully.

"Oh, is that all ? well, okay, but first I have a little chore that needs a human's assistance if you do n't mind ?"She asked.

"Oh, of course of study, anything to facilitate,"Tom answered well-chosen to help, stepping into the house and closing the door behind him."Lead the way."

Chrys turned around and scampered up the steps, disappearing into the kitty's chamber. Tom followed to enter the way with three single layer, to see the kitten led upside down on a bed, with her head hanging off the bottom of the bed, looking up whilst pointing at the ceiling.

Tom was stupefied, not seeing any job in the ceiling, and stepped close-fitting. It wasn't as if there were any lightness bulbs to commute. As he reached the end of the bed, the kitten grabbed him with her paw and Tom felt her claw bag his shorts to dig into his backside.

"Ow ... What's that for ? I thought you wanted something doing ?"Tom exclaimed in shock.

The kitten pulled him in closer to her.

"Oh, I do, it's something only a man can do ... Now undo your belt and shorts."The kitty demanded.

"What ?"Tom queried.

But with his genital organ looming over the kitten 's undefendable mouth, seeing her dead body stretched out underneath him on the bed with her pert fur-covered breasts, Tom 's libido was already gearing up, with his blood pumping.

"I need you to occupy this sassing with your super sex toy."The kitten purred."We know what you've been up to and we kittens opine it is our turn."

The kitten's can came over her body to stroke his face and run down his chest, to tease his crotch. Knowing he couldn't escape the claws piercing his short circuit holding him, Tom unfastened his short pants. She withdrew her claws to extract down his shorts and boxers, freeing up his growing member to fall flat down onto her face. The kitten's eyes widened as she wrapped her lips around Tom's prick top dog and licked and soak up it.

"Mmmm, nearly top-notch, let's see how it grows."The kitten giggled."I taste pussy, mum ? ... Lucy ? ... or ... Chrys ?"

"Hang on your Chrys ?"Tom replied shocked, looking down at her grinning back at him with his stiffening shaft in her mouth.

"I never actually said I was Chrys ... Mmm ... Slurp"

The kitten that was now admitting she was Clair continued to enjoy sucking on Tom, although her claw now tweaked at his behind, warning him not to move.

"But that was the inference ... Oh well, never judgement ... I'm going to possess to find out to state you kitty apart."Tom laughed.

Clair's lips were like velvet and her role rough, function soft, tongue flicked up and around his now stiff shaft of light. She would lap the approximative part of her tongue down to his testis and back up to the tip, then soak up onto him until her rim fully immersed his sex toy.

"Chrys went to Kitty's ..."Clair admitted without remorse.

Clair was now purring with her sucking, the shaking echoing onto his dick and balls. Tom couldn't resist the furry body stretching out in front of him and he fondled Clair's breasts hidden in her fur, encouraging more make vibrant sounds. Tom leaned over and started sucking and nibbling one nipple.

"Mmmm, Nice."Clair purred, increasing her vacuum cleaner character on Tom, flicking her tongue around his shaft.

Tom felt that usual warning twinge in his balls and erupted into her lip. Clair sucked harder and swallowed the ropes of cum shooting into her, pulling Tom deep into her oral fissure as she purred harder. Clair released him as his shaft relaxed, Tom stepped out of her ramification range and pull his short circuit up.

"We're not finished yet."Clair purred, looking a small demoralise."You've not satisfied me ..."

"Well, unless you want to make it a threesome ? Your mum's walking up the cliff coming home,"Tom said as he nodded to the windowpane as if he could see Sarah.

Clair got up, leaning to the window to look, wondering how lots time they would take, as Tom backtracked to the doorway.

"I can't see mum ?"Clair gasped, thinking Sarah was already coming through the front door.

"I will when I get to pussy's."Laughed Tom, as he scampered down the stairs.

"I'll bewitch up with you ...."Clair laughed back."You owe me ..."

Tom left the cottage by the stake door to walk down the path at the spinal column of the bungalow, returning to the settlement and Kitty's pub. The pub was quiet with a few regulars, Sarah and Chrys were sitting at a table in the lounge and were pleased to see Tom. Tom could already distinguish Sarah's scent and now could sequester Chrys's scent, meaning he could now describe each of the three kittens.

"Is Lucy set up in your vicious lair ?"Sarah chuckled.

"Yes. She's in use working on the trouble,"Tom answered.

"Chrys, can I ask you about NATO ?"Tom asked, then seeing her nod he continued."I'm sure the triviality of teleportation are way outside my understandings, but surely it takes a lot of power ?"

"Well, it does, even for little distances. For say teleporting across half the globe, we can utilise the earth 's gravitational pull with the moonshine to boost the long parachuting, saving Energy Department. They experimented with teleporting to the lunation in the early Day, but it gobbled up so a lot Department of Energy they deemed it wasteful, even with fusion power."Chrys excitedly answered.

Sarah cut into the conversation,"Tom, Brenda is making us up some sandwiches, would you picture one ?"

"Please, that would be lovely, with a mug of tea ?"Tom chirped, realising he was now peckish.

Sarah rose and walked to the kitchen, not wanting to even try to understand teleportation. As soon as she was out of audience, Tom leaned into Chrys.

"These violent storm, that accidentally bring off people from parallel worlds like me here, if they need so much vim then why do they keep repetition and at intervals that they can be predicted ?"Tom whispered.

Chrys looked a little off-put."They aren't really sure, report card claim some sort of feedback loop that repeats, somehow using the Sun's gravitational pull. But they set up their research base at Goonhilly every springtime and autumn to evaluate each natural event. They're only just finishing their latest research, which included the storm that brought you."

"So how are they predictable ?"Tom asked,"Planetary field ?"

"I'm not fully convinced, but that is roughly the logical argument of sentiment. They publish very short of their findings."

Tom realised his thoughts may be on the the right way rail."Chrys, when I was at Uni, there were many conspiracy theorists over every historical or scientific fact. If you're not convinced, what would be your conspiracy hypothesis ?"

"Oh, it sounds really silly now looking back at it ... But one theory was that when they first investigated teleportation they were looking at interstellar travelling. Because we were happy to pay for flights, trains, railway car, whose manufacture employed jillion and garner trillions, they wanted to hold on that status quo. By going interstellar they could mine and overwork the moon, Mars, or even as far as Pluto."

"But ?"Tom interjected.

'' They cut nook and somehow set up the portals, which are really unstable wormholes that they claim they ca n't close. '' Chrys was now also whispering and leaning into Tom, transfixed on the conversation.

"title ? Or pretend to close ..."

"Exactly Tom. Each season they return and we get almost arcminute perfect tense word of advice of the portal openings."

"But this may call for additional power, is there a way of confirming power white plague with portal site openings ?"Tom excitedly asked. Now they were well into whizz Wars territory.

"We've already looked. Power consumption figures show nothing but then when you read the small print, the published figures are medium figure based on former week and month's use. When we looked at the algorithmic rule they use, you could input any random data and the result will be the same flat curve."

"So why is it that only once in a generation some misfortunate sap like me gets pulled across public ?"

"Again, we think it is all down to gravitational wrench, based on planetary orbits. It's not an exact scientific discipline, as it works by bending and using the space between space. It seems clock time gets involved as well, which is another ground for it needing so much superpower. One conspiracy theory is that this was the ground for the movement to get coalition to work."

"O.K.. hold open this very often to yourself. There seem to be more and to a greater extent alarm bells ringing on all of this. If you hear of anything else, let me know as it seems we have the summer to sit and wait before the following scheduled storms."Tom whispered.

Sarah returned with a tray of sandwiches and drinks, placing it down on the table between them. As they tucked in, Kitty came to sit with them.

"Make the most of the day Tom, we've had an inflow of sake after Mermaid sightings and people interested in the fishing trips. We seem to be ‘ The quaint Pub'for families."jackpot told Tom.

"I'm buying some garden tables and benches with umbrellas for summertime breakfasts in the garden. We have couples in for tonight and a steady increase of B & B bookings over the following few days."

Tom nodded, scoffing his sandwich. He had a few loose terminal he wanted to depend at this afternoon, and a little time to himself would be nice.

"Oh, Tom ... Have you promised the human family's daughter anything ?"kitty asked. `` She cornered me asking about summer oeuvre with you in a few weeks ? And asking for your contact numbers, but you do n't have a sound or anything, which seemed to upset her. ``

The three cats all looked at Tom. All guessing what was behind it, but not knowing how he had time to do anything with the man woman ?

"Ah ... kitten, she's sort of invited herself."Tom answered, embarrassed."I tried to dissuade her, saying I would have moved on by then. But it seems she's determined to retrovert here."

Kitty and Sarah shot each early a coup d'oeil, but rather than seeing jealousy, Tom saw entertainment in their eyes.

"Honestly, I 've not suggested or promised anything."Tom protested, seeing the three cats'chuckle.

"Well, maybe we do need extra help if Tom is going to service all our client and keep up his sex toy reputation."Sarah laughed.

"Mum !"Chrys feigned shock.

The three cat-o'-nine-tails cackled with laughter and teased Tom over their lunches. Tom decided enough was enough and made his self-justification, rising to leave the three true cat. As Tom exited Kitty's pub, the three cats were still cackling with laughter.

Tom made his way up the opposite side of the cove, he wanted to see if he could find Mermaid cove, but this would think of passing maitre d'hotel Brown 's watchful wife. The way was a trivial harder to be as it wound its way through various miss-matched cottage and he had to replicate back after a few idle end. Soon he was leaving the Village, looking down onto the cove from above the cliffs.

Across on the other side of the cove, he could see Clair sunning herself and two doors down the drape were still closed with no sign of the pair within it, working. police chief Brown University's house was now to his left, looking down on him. Mrs Robert Brown appeared at a ground-floor window, so he waved to acknowledge her presence and hopefully avoid her pastime, as he was making it too obvious that he was going for a walkway out of the village.

He made it around the headland and maitre d' Robert Brown's firm was now out of sight behind him. As he walked on, he tried to realise the cliffs and rocks that yesterday he saw from the seaward side. The path dropped lower into some undergrowth, hiding the ocean from position. Soon he was walking through some humble Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree, only catching fleeting glance of the sea. He would never recognise Mermaid's Cove from this angle.

The breeze was coming off the sea, so he heard pace behind him before he smelled any olfactory property. Not wanting to be followed, Tom jumped over a wall on the landward side of the path and waited. The breeze brought a conversant scent to him as he heard the footsteps pass his hiding seat. He let Becky pass him before he stood up and followed her, treading carefully and staying downwind.

The path emerged from the Tree and undergrowth as Tom allowed Becky to stretch out her lead on him. She was searching for him ahead of her. Tom remained half-hidden, still in the tree diagram and stone bulwark, ducking down as Becky stopped. He heard a whispering of manus, then four paws landing hard, then quiet steps leading away.

Tom poked his promontory over the wall to see Becky now off the path, having jumped over a fallen Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree and small-scale President George W. Bush. She was working deftly through long grass, trying not to leave steps, working her way to the drop-off edge. Tom then recognised the cliff physical body and stone below. They were now on the cliff above Mermaid's Cove.

Tom followed Becky's pace to place upright above her in the grass as she made her way down the winding route, now using the steps cut into the rocks. She was peering onto the beach to see if he was there. When she realised he wasn't down there, she turned to return along the path and saw him above her grinning.

"Looking for me ?"Tom said with a smug grin on his face.

"Mum sent me,"Becky said, apologising."She thought you may check up on the cove out rather than escaping."

Becky now blushed, More at being caught out than having her mum sending her on an errand.

"That's okay, rather you than your mum."Tom laughed."But at to the lowest degree now I know where the path is, thanks."

Tom took a good smell around, checking he could name the path's localisation in the iniquity. Beck was making her way back up to him.

"How did you know mum would institutionalise me ?"

"I didn't ... But females seem to be inherently suspicious of Male ... Don't worry, I caught your aroma first with the current of air behind you."Tom lied, trying to mend Becky's hurt intuitive feeling."I'll secern them you found me at the Cove rather than I followed you."

Becky reached him, and the two returned to the path. Becky turned to walk back the Greenwich Village but Tom pulled her away, to continue along the path, keen to search further.

"Well now I am chaperoned, why not let me research further ?"

Becky shrugged in acceptance, but also happy to continue walking with Tom, rather than render household. They walked on, following the course away from the village

The coastal path dropped into a dig future to a shallow beach, with some overgrow downfall close to the path. There was a timeworn course down onto the beach.

"That's strange,"Becky said,"There was always a path past the house, but a large group has recently trodden this down."

Tom and Becky followed the downtrodden pasturage course to the beach where it changed to mud, backbone, then pebbles. Becky was about to tread onto the mud when Tom pulled her back.

'' There are some definite paw prints in the mud and wet sand before we ruin them, can you identify them ? ``

"Yeah, that is simple ... Badger ... Fox ... weasel maybe."Then she pointed at some mark off to one face, where the mud was dryer."Cat."

Becky sniffed the air, then bent down to the weed, sniffing, `` That 's strange. That 's Balthasar 's smell, but he would never number down to a beach voluntarily. ``

"Are you sure ? How long ago ?"

'' well, possibly last night or yesterday as the scent is still strong. There are some more sweet-scented scents too, and essence. '' Becky replied.

Tom smelled the air, sniffing around, picking out assorted fragrance. He couldn't identify Balthasar's individual perfume as yet, but he could smell perfume. It was something similar to what his sister would wear. Then he caught the odorous smells Becky identified, definitely sweaty men, close confined or ones that had been working hard.

"Do fisherdogs pull up on this beach, would that excuse the footmark ?"

"inferno no, that is why the fisherdog's house is in downfall. See the protruding cliff there ?"Becky pointed.

"long time ago that outcrop dropped into the sea to create those rocks, like shark's teeth. They would rip a firmly Kingston-upon Hull fishing sauceboat apart."

"So they couldn't compass here by boat ?"

"Oh yes, just not a grueling hull. You can see a slight viewer where they have pulled something like an inflatable up the beach, more than once. This is a regular group meeting place."Becky answered.

"But passing fisherdogs could see them."

Tom pointed out to the wide horizon that would micturate the beach readily visible from any passing game fisherdog for an appreciable time. Becky nodded, her face full of surprisal, telling Tom this was not a readily advertised meeting place.

"Fisherdogs would possess noticed and Balthasar's flannel fur would tolerate out, allowing anyone to realise him, but no one has mentioned seeing such a meeting. They must be meeting outside of fishing hours."

Tom and Becky looked at each other, realising the importance of this information.

"I have to let dad know, this is not normal ... The only Wisconsinite known around here is Brock. Why would Balthazar be meeting with him ?"

"Yes, tell your dad know what we've discovered, maybe he knows about it, but the safe money is on he doesn't."

'' Yeah, I 'd correspond. ``

"Becky, in this world ... Do you deliver wild animal tracking cameras ? You know, so you can watch fauna trails to see which wild animal are coming and going."

Becky looked horrified,"No ... Why would you need such a thing ?"

"Well, in my worldly concern human can't ask animals who use a route and why, so by setting tv camera up in trees or bushes the next day we can view the wild animals."

Tom ensured he avoided the terms game and search, one of the main uses of them.

"Again, why would we need such a affair ... ?"Becky asked.

"Well, what if we could enamour a mathematical group photo of these undercover meetings, then we would induce evidence ?"

To Tom, this was a natural onward motion, but judging from Becky 's flavour of horror, the use of photographic camera surveillance may not be satisfactory. He made a note to speak to Peter about it. Becky shook her forefront in disgust and returned to the primary coastal path.

This time Tom motioned to deliver to the small town, maybe they had gone far enough, then Tom remembered Thomas's asking from last night.

"What happened between you and Dylan Thomas the Fisherdog ?"Tom asked, not realising what a sore topic he'd touched upon.

"Why what has he been saying ?"Becky demanded."I saw him talking to you survive night."

"Nothing, it was actually your dad on the boat yesterday."Tom hoped this would still the interrogation.

"That's worse ... What's it to do with him ?"Becky said, spitting the question back at him.

"He mentioned that you two were close growing up,"Tom answered, realising he was being a little tactless."But as you've grown Old, you've adult apart."

Becky stormed onwards, not answering. Her prat swishing almost angrily as she kicked dirt and leaf bedding material on the way of life. Tom followed a few pace behind. With her not looking at him, made it well-situated for her to open up.

"I'm supposed to inherit the Top Dog emplacement. But as I'm a gripe, it has to go to a forefather which means going outside the family and dad always favoured Norman Thomas,"Becky said angrily."As soon as they realised this all the village kick chased after him as if he were on passion and the dog sires avoided me like the plague."

"Why can't a bitch be a Top Dog ?"Tom asked, hoping she wouldn't good turn on him.

"I've asked that doubt many times,"She answered, barking back at him."But I've never had a literal answer."

"Can it still be Thomas if he chooses a different wife ?"Tom said, readying himself to duck, or dodge any violent reaction.

"No. He has to wed into the John Brown family."

"Why ?"

"fountainhead ... Well ... I don't know why ... it's just the way I've been told it has to find,"Becky said, puzzled.

"So, if you chose individual else other than Thomas, he and your dad have no say in it ?"

"Oh ... Don't worry Dad will have a lot to say about it ... But you make a good head,"Becky said looking smug.

"Would you choose anyone else but Lowell Thomas ?"Tom asked, remembering he was supposed to be putting in a kind countersign in favour of Dylan Marlais Thomas, not talking her out of the idea.

"No, and that's what pisses me off about it all,"Becky answered, angrily walking on indicating that was the end of the conversation.

The way of life returned to the trees, and overgrowth as Becky took on a swagman to her steps.

"How do you fancy some angry sex ?"She asked,"I'm feeling angry, and it's been a spell since we had sex in the kitchen."

She turned off the path, walking between some trees and to the wall Tom had previously hidden keister. There was a gate in the bulwark for her to take the air through, turning to beckon him to abide by. They walked on down an old narrow route, into thicker trees that opened out to a minor clearing hidden from view.

In the kernel of the low clearing was a bent Tree, deliberately bent over in a fallen ‘ Z'condition with a short horizontal portion to the luggage compartment at waist tallness, before the torso headed skywards again. offset dropped off to become roots, acting as branch, making the abruptly parcel of the tree like a carpenter 's trestle sawhorse.

Becky turned to sit on the hang tree diagram, grinning smugly at Tom.

"My family's mating Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree ... Generations of my phratry were conceived on this Tree, so I'd like to try my turn."

Tom realised that this was the tree Becky's mum told him about in jackpot's pub finis night. Becky motioned to Tom's boxershorts."I think you're overdressed ..."

Tom was already steamy after Clair warming him up earlier, he was eager to satisfy Becky. He undid his belted ammunition and shorts. Becky licked her sassing and her paw delved into Tom's packer, even with her tyro experience her paw excited Tom with her thumb teasing over his growing cock's fountainhead, stroking its eye.

Becky pulled Tom finale and kissed him, her slightly enceinte snout being more cumbersome than any cat, but Becky was now more erotic in this confrontation. No longer a lapping, licking knife, her knife teased around Tom 's tongue even tickling his tonsil.

Tom's shaft that was now flagged outside his trunks, as Becky stroked it in a tight clutch. She dropped onto her stifle and sucked his shaft into her schnozzle. This time she'd practised and sucked him as hard as Clair. Tom held her head, stroking her capitulum, as she bobbed up and down on his shaft, licking his tool's head then balls.

Becky pulled Tom's underdrawers down to his mortise joint. She held Tom's shot up to pucker underneath and lactate each ball. Her tongue darting out to solve his keister entrance, teasing him in a way he had never considered stimulate before.

"Mmm, I think that has gotten your interestingness,"Becky said.

She got up, licking her lips and straddled the tree, leaning face down on the horizontal trunk, legs following the root legs of the trestle. Her tail flicked, displaying her objective to Tom. The one glistened with juice, waiting for him. Tom teased his fingers easily into her, stroking her posterior from base to tip.

"Mmm."

Tom eased his digit out and slipped his lance into Becky. She gripped onto the tree trunk as Tom pumped in and out of her, arching her back to vacate her rump. Tom's handgrip on her tail helped and this prison term he was enjoying himself, his unfreeze hand spanked her.

"Mmm, yes ... Spank me ... Double clobber me."Becky asked.

Tom's mind spun. ‘ Double poppycock'what on earth was that and how did she learn that ? So he spanked her again.

Answering his unverbalised interrogative, Becky said,"I've found some helpful sex instructional videos."Giving Tom a wry look, and a lousy giggle, she said,"Maybe next metre we should make for some ropes ..."

Tom then second-guessed what she meant, spanked her and pressed his ovolo into her rear passageway, for her to scream excitedly. Tom enjoyed bouncing off her rump, with each encroachment driving his quarter round into her, making her gasp at every drive into her.

"Omph ... Omph ... Omph ... Omph."

Tom leant over her dorsum, removing his thumb but digging his hand into her fleshy hip erogenous zone. His oculus searched her neck opening, and he gathered up some neck skin in his teeth. She knew what was coming.

"Yes ... Yes ... Yes, Tom ... Bite now, I'm coming, please ..."Becky said, begging. Tom bit hard on the fold of tegument on her neck and she spasmed on the tree diagram trunk, tensing around his shaft deep inside her, squealing.

"Yeeeeaahss."As she spasmed, tensing her body.

Tom held on until she relaxed, then released his bit, drew in a deep breath and stood again, withdrawing out of her, his rod dripping with her cum. She relaxed onto the Tree body with a gasp.

"But Becky, you've not finished yet, I'm not meet, I've not cum yet ... You know the recitation,"Tom said.

His shaft pulsing rock-and-roll hard and his glob were aching. He was enjoying this. Now he had more empathy for Becky, more than than when they were in the kitchen. He lied down on his rear on the pasture in the clearing, his dick mimicking the surrounding trees, reaching for the sky.

"acclivity on top, sit on my throbbing cock you worm, you 've had your pleasure, now it is my turn,"Tom said, commanding her.

Becky rose off the Tree trunk to step over to him.

"Sit on my dick, I said, I want your wet cunt wrapped around my cockeyed cock."Tom commanded, wondering if this would influence with the kittens.

Becky straddled Tom's waist, squatting down her paw guided his dick to its fair game. He felt the wetness of her lips on his naked tip. She was lowering herself down slowly, but Tom couldn't resist grabbing her waist and pulling her down onto him.

Becky gasped, and her mouth opened wide, howling silently in seventh heaven. Tom now admired her underbelly, enjoying her attractive, slim down waist and her neatly trimmed fur.

She was more experienced now and mash her hip backwards and forwards, impaled on his shaft, then rising up to slide back down onto him. Her endearing pocket-size perfectly round off knocker bounced and jiggled as she created her own wet plot on Tom's fork. He could reek her sex and her inflammation mixture with the smells of the small glade.

Tom slapped his finger's breadth of one hand across both her breasts."Yowww."Becky yelped but grinned back. He then softly fondled them. He ruffled her fur as he lowered his hired man to grok her hips and toil their hips together with the wet patch between them growing.

Becky rode up his shaft on her rear wooden leg, then releasing to discharge mouth undecided, grunting in time.

"Uh ... Uh ... Uh ... Ugg."

Tom enjoyed the spirit of her well lubricated, velvety tunnel, sliding up and down his throbbing shot. Looking up at her again, he felt his testis give that intimate twitch. He was nearly there.

"bound up and down bitch, I want to see your boob bouncing,"Tom said, knowing he couldn't last much longer. He slapped her lightly across her titty again and returned to fondling them. Becky raised her front legs over her head, paws together, as her own orgasm grew.

Becky upped the pace and pumping up and down faster, rising gamy enough to just keep his naked spade end just inside her backtalk, then slapping down onto the increasing wet mend between them. Her titty were bouncing for Tom to look up to. She grunted with each landing stroke."Uhg ... Uhg ... Uhg."She was in control of her own coming that was building to a climax.

She squealed."Ooooo I am coming again, Tom, I am coming, yeeeaahhss."

She arched her back, and Tom felt her muscles clench around the jacket crown of his shaft then her entire body dropped onto his flag rod pushing it deep inside her."Fuuccckkk."she squealed.

Seeing her orgasms climactic vent, he could sense his own coming coming, releasing to flood warm liquidness into her. He grabbed her hip and undercoat them to empty his lump. She squirmed in delight and collapsed onto him, her forefront just above him, hugging him tightly and kissing him.

They both giggled as they got up with Tom pulling his short back up. Becky wore an inane grin across her face, enjoying her new experience of afternoon sex in the exposed air, in her family's mating glade.

The two walked back to the main coastal route to return to the village. Becky's mother was nowhere to be seen as Becky left him. Tom passed the house by walking back alone to pot's Pub. The sauceboat had returned, and the beach was occupy with fisherdogs finishing their working day. A few more tourists were around, enjoying the bunko game and hustle. pool and Sarah warned him they had a wide B & B that evening and for the next few nights.

Lucy called into the pub with Peter and passed Tom their list.

"We've started a few initial fling on the samples, but so far zip is immediately noticeable as being out of the ordinary. But at to the lowest degree we know that Saint Peter's Heath Robinson test equipment works as all the standard mark are registering,"Lucy said, quickly outlining their plan for encourage investigating.

To be on the safe side, Tom rewrote the list in his script and gave the original list back to Lucy. In between serving, Tom spoke to peter, asking about an infrared radiation tv camera to spy on the beach he and Becky saw earlier. Rather than Becky 's reticence, it excited Peter at the clandestine nature of the thought, saying he 'd be able to rap something up the come day.

The evening flew by, with Tom and Sarah busy serving and clearing tabular array. Becky and Brenda were busy in the kitchen, allowing Becky and Tom the briefest of smiles as they passed. guest were a mix of khat, andiron and a couple of humans. Guests all asked about mermaids and opportunities for a fishing trip, all foreboding well for the summer ahead.

Balthasar appeared at the bar during the interfering evening and whilst glade discharge glasses Tom passed him the listing, saying"Dwayne Dibley's list."Balthasar folded the listing without reading it, thanked Tom and left him to go along with his work, not wanting to get to pocket-sized talk.

Later, during a abbreviated lull, Tom caught the Fisherdog Thomas 's eye and nodded to him to meet outside.

"Hi, I had a word with Becky, if you're still interested ?"

"Oh Please Tom, I can't preserve putting off all these village girls. They say I've been undivided too long and they're circling like marauder. What did she say ?"

"Well, she's not ecstatic about arrangements as she jealous about losing the opportunity to be top dog."

"It's some old-fashioned nonsensicality, I want to be Top Dog. But not at the expense of losing Becky,"Norman Thomas said, looking sheepish.

"I know how we can get you two together ..."Tom said and then outlined a design.

Tom wasn't certainly how well it would be received, although dogs seemed to be a small more open about sex and relationships than humans or cats. Once he outlined his idea to Thomas, Saint Thomas was all for it and slapped him on the spine to congratulate him.

"Oh, no, it's kind of amorous in a doggish way ..."St. Thomas laughed."I'm sure as shooting quite a few of our parents met in similar ways, not quite set married couple but almost ..."

"Are you sure ? It's not something human beings would approve of. Oh well, each to his ... Or her own."

The pair re-entered the pub separately to keep off suspiciousness. Soon Tom was busy again, clearing tables and serving beer to the maitre d'hotel 's table. Becky 's mother was there, so Becky would n't be staying late, letting Tom off any late-night kitchen liaisons.

Lucy and Peter had left and none of her sis were exhibit either, so Tom was looking forward to a shower and a bed to himself as the clientele dwindled. kitty-cat walked Balthasar back home, leaving Sarah and Tom finishing clearing up. Sarah must throw sensed Tom's weariness as she suggested he get off to bed and she'd wait for pool's return.

Tom felt relieved as he made his way to his room. He lost his iron boot and socks and picked up a towel to make water his way to ingest a shower. With all the guests in bed, Tom enjoyed wandering the stairwell and corridors in the wickedness, using his cat 's night vision to channelize his way.

The pub's upper berth level were a whole mixture of node and familiar scents, Tom recognising some, others he couldn't. Entering the bathroom Tom exhaled a sigh of relief, finally having the shower to himself, shutting and locking the doorway behind him, he inhaled.

"Clair, why are you hiding in the shower bath ?"Tom asked, smelling the kitty's scent behind him, confirmed by a sniggering giggle.

"I thought I had you in the first place today, but you cheated me ..."Clair said.

Clair's legs wrapped around from behind him and her hand loosened his belt and shorts. Tom could feel her warm breathing spell on the back of his neck opening, causing the haircloth to stand on end as she pecked kiss. His trunks fell to the floor, and a paw delved into his boxers to stroke his growing manhood, as she purred.

"We have unfinished byplay, Tom,"She said purring as one leg pulled him tightly into her behind him.

Her tail worked its way into around Tom's waist and into his boxers, pulling them down. Her tail then tucked through his branch, stroking between his egg and fundament entering. The mild fur at the end of her tail teased and excited Tom, as Clair's paw stroked his shaft, with her purring in his ear.

Clair no longer needed to hold Tom, so her one leg pulled his shirt over his school principal. She cast his jersey to one slope as she nibbled his ear, and his paw reached over his head to stroke her ears behind him. Clair pulled Tom around to present her and wrapped her forelegs around his neck and her hind leg around his waistline, purring whilst her after part seductively stroked his shaft and rear.

Clair was light to transmit, and Tom was enjoying her tail stroking him. She was more sexually aware than her sister Lucy. Her mitt pulling his face to her to kiss him and her one paw able to stroke his erect passage. computed axial tomography were much more erotic than cad, although his only dog experience was with Becky and she was improving.

"Can't you kittens let me shower down in peace,"Tom asked, chuckling as Clair purred, her hind end guiding his diaphysis into her.

"We've worked out a rota, mum and kitten are busy so we have you to ourselves."

Tom hoped she was joking, but the look on her typeface was serious.

'' I can sense dog. Are you two-timing us kitten ... ? ``

"I didn't get the memo ... Perhaps you kittens need to share the Rota with me."

Clair's tail wiped his slam tip across the wetness of her kitty-cat, slowly lowering herself onto him. Tom slipped in easily, enjoying her warm velvet DoI as she gasped.

"You're bigger than any of the boy on campus, but none have your first-rate sex toy nickname."

'' You seem very indisputable of yourself, maybe you need to unite me in the shower, '' Tom said, knowing cats aversion to water, he still hoped he may bear a solo shower for a change.

"human beings aren't normally that kinky, but I'm leave to try,"Clair said, chuckling."It would be a shame to contract our coupling."

She rose and dropped onto Tom's rotating shaft, still hanging onto him as her buns stroked his rise passage, teasingly. Tom now seeing her gossip as a challenge walked over to the rain shower tray and turned the piddle on, standing just solve, testing the water temperature and her resolve.

"You are kinky !"

Clair purred nervously but continued to slue up, and down Tom's irradiation, nibbling his ear. As the water temperature settled just where Tom wanted it he stepped under, carrying Clair with him, under the water stream.

Initially, Clair shuddered, only just able to advert onto Tom, wiggling her rear down onto his prick, to hold back her hooked, impaled onto him. The H2O seemed to just run off her fur. Tom thought she'd foiled his plan as she threw her read/write head back into the water, pretending to enjoy it running over her head. The looking on her nerve wasn't so confident.

Clair continued to slide up and down Tom's quill, pretending to jollify in the shower as the water ran off her like a raincoat. Then Tom noticed her fur was getting saturated and flattening as it retained the water, giving her fur a shininess, reflecting the lav light.

Clair was now grinding her hip into Tom, and her purring notation had changed. She was getting more aroused, as her fur lost its water repellant properties and became a flavorless wet skin. Tom could feel her body more as she moved and wriggled, the water lubricating their stimulate bodies. Her hardened teat now stroked Tom's breast through the flat, wet fur and he felt his foreplay growing.

"Tom, you are one kinky sex toy ... No human has ever excited me like this ..."

Tom leant Clair against the tiled exhibitor wall and took over, sliding in and out of her. Her fur was no longer fluffy, but thinly and slippery. Her dead body felt unlike following to his skin, as he felt every wiggle, twist and tensing of her muscles.

Tom continued to ride his scape deep into her, her lovely delicate white meat squashed between them and her nipples teasing into him. He could palpate her tensing, building up her orgasm as drove into her clock time and time again.

'' Yesss ... Umph ... Armph ... Umph ... Fuck me, Tom ... You super kinky sex toy, Fuck me ... Umph ... Umph. ``

Then Tom felt her velvet burrow tighten on him and her back arched as her muscles spasmed with the flow of ecstasy running through her. Tom poking onwards, Clair was now hanging on as her body wracked with spasms of her orgasm, enjoying her muscles tightening around him. Finally, he released into her, with her grinning as she felt the warm liquidity inside her, grinding the last of her climax into him.

Clair relaxed, unwrapping her hind legs to stand, kissing him under the watercourse of water system. Tom could now see her waterlogged fur draped around her, as they both panted, catching their breather. Tom turned the water system off, so Clair could dry off. Initially, they both stroked her fur, encouraging the piss to leave her coat.

"I didn't think you would brave the water, Clair."Tom Joked.

"Neither did I, but I'm glad I did, that was so kinky ... Now, please help oneself me dry off."

Tom stroked his hands hard over Clair 's body to boost the piss out of her fur, working his way around her. He soon noticed her reaction whenever he was close or in an erogenous zone. She was getting more and more erotically charged as the drying procedure progressed, her tail especially as she moaned softly, her body twisting in glee.

Soon her fur was no longer saturated, and they used towels, causing her fur to bollocks up up, giving her an Afro, fur glob hairstyle all over, and causing Tom to giggle.

"It's not funny, if the other kittens see me like this I'll never live it down. It will use up hours of preening to flatten this fur down,"Clair said dejectedly, looking at herself in the mirror.

"Was it worth it ?"

"Hmm, I enjoyed it but after all this drying I'm not too sure. Ask me later once my fur is prostrate again."

Clair let herself out, taking a towel with her, Tom assumed to go to his bedroom. Finally, alone, Tom got on with enjoying a shower. Once finished and dried he tidied up the bathroom, having to dry the floor, wipe the wall tiles and replace any wet towels with dry.

Entering his bedroom with his dirty lavation and a towel wrapped around him, he could see Clair, purring, wrapped around herself, preening on his bed. Seeing Thomas More than normal light entering the bedroom, he walked to see the panorama out of his minor window. Craning his neck opening to see the beach and sea beyond, he saw a full moon appear from behind a cloud.

The full-of-the-moon lunar month sparked his memory of his promise with Pisces, for them to come across at the side by side full moon moon.

"What time do you think it is Clair ?"Tom asked, pulling on clean and jerk boxers, trunks and his nearest day old sweaty T-shirt.

"Hmm ? Nearly midnight, make out to bed and let's put some more scratches on those roof lumber ..."

Tom was already pulling his boot on and tying his laces.

"Sorry, I've got to go ... Got to see a man about a dog,"Tom said, using one of his homeworld excuses for leaving someone.

Before Clair could protest, Tom was already flying down the stairs and out of the door into the street, now running to reach Mermaids Cove.

To Be Continued ... .