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This chapter is a little longer than previous to link up parts of the report and gain up for the lapse in time since publishing chapter 7.

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Tom woke hearing pussycat and Sarah rising to set forth their day through the adjoining wall. Lucy was still curled up asleep on her pupil's intimate 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 Kitty and Sarah passed on the landing place, the three smile and Sarah nodding a mum laugh at Lucy curled up asleep on the bed behind him.

Tom felt fresh in his clean new clothes, welcoming Brenda's breakfast smell omitting from the kitchen as he walked down the steps. Now he could tell all the ingredients she was preparing and identifying her scent. The four of them sat discussing the old day and Tom feeling a little hungover from all the celebratory beers brought him last nighttime.

Several loving cup of tea and Brenda's hearty breakfast later, he got to work on lay tables. Stepping outside to suss out the weather, even the busiest fisherdog found metre to care Tom well. With another shining warm sunup, Tom started bringing table and chairperson outside for the human family.

"I think we'll have to advertise breakfasts in the garden,"Kitty said laughing through the bar's open door."We're already having a wealth of inquiry from possible guest and a waiting tilt of retired chieftain wanting to captain any sportfishing trips uncommitted !"

Tom was enthusiastic about this fresh 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 busybodied over summer.

The waiting room threshold opened to exhaust picayune Stevie pulling his mother to the table, excited to watch the boats one terminal prison term. His father looked the way Tom felt earlier and seeing the sticker his wife was throwing at him with her middle, she wasn't impressed.

Once again everyone's gaze fell on master Brown as he sauntered past, waving a greeting, just as Tom felt a caressing hired man on his bum announcing the daughter had arrived, wafting a new perfume along with her, disguising her initial arrival.

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

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

"Can I change my order ?"Came the dulcet tonicity of the daughter who had followed him out of earshot and walked with him inside. Once inside, she pretended to whiff at him,"Hmm, pussycat cat ? Again ? It seems I will take competition when I return ... What's your telephone set numeral ?"

"Err, I don't have a telephone, I lost it in a storm a workweek ago, when I was walking,"Tom answered, dreading having her returning and being a Lucy Stone around his neck, especially with the freedom he seemed to hold with the villagers and their offspring. He wouldn't want to turn a loss his Sex Toy moniker.

Thankfully, Sarah came through with teas and coffee tree to cut the daughter short and Tom got on with taking the cereal out into the garden. After that, Tom was too busy and kept the daughter at arm 's length. When going into the kitchen to give Brenda their fake choices, Tom saw Lucy sat having a cup of tea and some toast.

"Not a good morning kitty ?"Tom joked.

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

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

With Sarah helping Tom with breakfasts, the daughter didn't have any far opportunity to tree Tom. As soon as the humans returned to their room, Tom cleared the tables and brought the furniture back inside the pub.

Rather than loiter around in the world areas, Tom hid in the kitchen enjoying a cup of tea with Brenda and Lucy, to avoid any tactical manoeuvres by the leaving sept's daughter. Then Kitty popped her headland around the door.

"Tom, Lucy ! police captain Brown is here for you ?"

Tom and Lucy sank their drinks and followed kitty-cat out to the bar to meet Captain Brown.

"Right, you're here already, well done. Let's get on."Captain Brown led them out.

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

"It's safer if we can recruit the bungalow using the back doorway. The cottage can be seen from the stallion village and anyone could see us to entering an empty cottage."

"You really are paranoid ... okey, I 'll trifle along ... I suppose it makes sentiency. ``

They turned off the clifftop path to head inland, then once passed the end of the cottage row, turned up the overgrown path along the rachis gardens. Counting the back threshold as they walked until they reached the appointed bungalow This one had a low garden gate in the wall and a route leading up to the back door, making it less obvious that there would be even foot traffic over the next few days or even workweek, to the vacuous cottage.

At the door, senior pilot John Brown told the door, `` Top Dog captain brown, spread cottage. ``

They heard a clink as the lock chamber released and they followed captain Brown University into the house, as Inner Light turned on inside. Lucy went to rive the curtains back.

"Err no sorry Lucy, open up curtains show tenancy, this is still an empty cottage for all purport purposes, cloak and sticker I'm afraid,"Tom asked, to listen Captain Brown University tut.

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

'' Tom confirmed. Tom, please address clearly ? '' The sign electronic computer requested.

"Hi, I'm Tom."

'' Add a new individual to level eight access, name Lucy, '' skipper Brown repeated the process.

'' Lucy confirmed. Lucy, please speak clearly ? '' The star sign computer requested.

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

"Hang on Captain, Lucy is a point eight and I'm a plain level five ?"Tom protested.

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

Captain Brown went to go forth by the strawman door, but then realised and turned to depart from the back, giving Tom a coup d'oeil of despair. Once the endorse threshold closed behind him, Lucy burst with a barrage of exciting ideas.

"This is unadulterated Tom, we can put in all the instrument here. We need to get Peter on board as soon as possible. We can run pretense in the sleeping accommodation, with duplicate setup. ``

'' Whoa hold on there, we 're not for certain of our budget yet. Let 's get a lean of the minimum of'A'score equipment we need for the initial evaluations first. Then let 's see what the kickback is from that initial cost, and then maybe we 'll need to draft a second list of'B'grade power train. I'm not positive Balthazar is as community-spirited as he should be. '' Tom interrupted Lucy.

"What do you mean 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 smacks of corruption at a high floor 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 find dick and bring him into our minuscule team."Tom reminded her."He can be Q"

Lucy looked at him questioningly."What ?"

"Haha, when we have time I will secern you all about King James James Bond in our human race. Q was his quartermaster, equipping him with grand convenience and car, which seem apt for Peter."

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

She chuckled again, willing to oblige Tom's paranoia. They left the sign by the backwards door and returned down the back path, then followed the cross-country path out of the small town. 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 heat shouldn't have crossed the metal money boundary, but if you did n't sustain nanobots, then there was cipher to switch that off."Lucy pondered.

'' But previous off-world visitant had n't been affected, or they would take in known, surely ? ``

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

"Okay, so long as the subject matter of that yellowness box are our priority. If you can discover anything in the meantime is a bonus."

'' About two twelvemonth ago they upgraded all nanobots for the first time in decades. They undertook all the match revues and visitation, but maybe they never considered someone who did n't have existing nanobots already represent. There were document written about potential side result, but none considered someone from a twin world turning up."

Lucy had diverted them off the cross-country path and up another running along the ridgeline of the valley. They caught glimpses of the Greenwich Village below through Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree and hedges. It amazed Tom that even walking on two legs Lucy showed a felid grace, even when skipping over a mode along the route. Lucy turned to catch him admiring her, then watched him assay to re-create her and fail.

"You humans can be so ill-chosen,"Lucy laughed.

The track dropped down the vale slightly to the back of some cottages and in the back of one was Peter, who sat at a table, reading in the sunshine.

'' Hi, Simon Peter, no hangover this morning ? '' Lucy called.

Poor St. Peter the Apostle looked up, shocked, then surprised that Lucy was calling on him, almost falling off his chairperson. He put his book down and almost ran up the path to open the logic 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, more sore headed. I'm surprised you're up and about Tom after that hanker line of beer you had queued up for you."

"Thankfully, I had the horse sense not to drink all of it, but also by working I think I wore some of it off before going to bed."Tom chuckled, shooting a knowing glance at Lucy causing her to blush."We have something interesting to discuss. There is more to the saving of Pisces floor 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 xanthous box recovered from Tor rock. He explained his theory of the IGC and once again had to act the ‘ obliterate the stone in his fists'secret plan to try his point.

The denizen of this world were too trusting, almost naïve. Tom pondered how they would survive in his world, with all the electronic mail, phone and street scams around. As they explained the spate Tom had agreed with master Brown and Balthazar cock's fascination grew as he burst with excitement ...

"Oh ... Please secernate me you need my supporter ? Lucy, you know I can build exactly what we need."pecker burst with enthusiasm.

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

"The trouble is Peter, with the potential drop of one or Sir Thomas More moles in the IGC we can't purchase, search or log into any net or high spot that we are investigating genic material."

Peter's nerve dropped then engaged a new appurtenance, tearing off his original annotation, scrunching the pageboy into a ball, he starting scribbling once more.

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

"Can we do that Peter ?"Lucy excited enquired."We're on an unidentified budget. Tom's concerned that Balthazar may try to strangle any real enquiry by limiting the budget."

"Haha, you kittens are so straight ... How do you think I managed both midterm and end of term experiments ? You don't think I collected all that data in the restrain time they allocated to us in the labs, did you ? I built exactly what we need in my student housing ... I brought it all plate with me and everything we need is in corner in my bedroom."Peter beamed at Lucy as he proudly announcing his achievement.

"But that would have cost you way more than than your scholarly person grant ?"Lucy gasped.

"Haha, I sold the datum to the other bookman, which is how they could all continue partying whilst we studied. I made a tidy profit in the end and have already shut down the server so it's untraceable. The university will never find out that I am the author. I added in some variable star so everyone's data has plenty random scatter they won't be able to lay claim plagiarisation and students get roughly the scads expected of them, only giving a few in high spirits paying student a boost. Otherwise, it would conjure 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 palm. So let's see what we need, what we have, and then we can still sacrifice Balthazar a list of purchases, even if we don't need it."

Tom jumped into the conversation."What if the leaning we give of leverage is traitorously, so any other geneticist reviewing the items will conceive we are looking up the wrong path, so will discover nothing and then no one will believe us a scourge ?"

The three all laughed at their brilliance, St. Peter the Apostle led them up to his bedroom and they all carried down respective boxes of electronics back out into the garden. Immediately Lucy and Peter began sorting through the corner to make water two distinct piles, with Lucy tutting and giving Peter disapproving looks every prison term they added something to the smaller pile.

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

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

"If the securities industry demand, any good entrepreneur would fill up any demand."Peter tried to excuse."Plus supercharge my grades at the Sami time."

The pair made an armory of everything in the larger heap, making a new list and ticking items and equivalents off St. Peter 's original list. Tom was impressed with his merry band of spymasters, working enthusiastically with technology he could n't even dissemble to comprehend.

"Apart from some conducting wire, hype and screens, we have everything here, but we can do preliminary scans."Lucy excitedly told Tom,"Which means we can give Balthazar a false leaning of items that will include particular we can use to enquire your rip 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 collimate world. In the spring storms, he accidentally came through a portal. He 's had a few ... Ahem ... encounters with this world's DNA and our nanobots are giving him bonus boosts no one could have ever imagined. '' Lucy excitedly told him, trying not to blush.

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

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

Tom went on to explain."What I'm worried about is taint of the sampling. I think it gives us two job ..."

"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-bodied to reassert data point 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 bottle. All testing is done using scanners, whether sampling or diagnosing the nanobots. If we had the right equipment, we could even computer program the nanobots remotely."Simon Peter explained and then reeled off the technicalities as Tom halted him.

"Sorry tool, you'll be wasting your breath as I flunked out of university. But that is a relief ; it was one of the principal stumbling pulley-block I foresaw."Tom admitted."I think I can swear you two with the technicalities and I'll spliff to paranoia."

Peter carried the small pile of equipment back up to his bedchamber. Lucy poured over the residual, double-checking the stocktaking. It disappointed Tom to look at the dull agglomerate of the equipment, no flashing lights or glowing dilithium watch glass, not even humming radioactive boxes with m showing needles flickering in the red zones.

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

"Ahh, well, we may have to wee-wee two head trip, as we can't be seen using the cottage. This is all top secret on a need to know ground cock. We'll demand to go paying back by the way we came up, on the paths."

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

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

Inside the cottage, Lucy started arranging equipment as dick and Tom returned to Saint Peter the Apostle 's family to get the rest. Peter on the walking back excitedly thanks Tom for including him in the project and giving him the chance to work with Lucy again. Once back at Peter's star sign, Peter added some note and reference books to the galvanic pile, and the two carried it all back to Q's lair.

Peter and Lucy were in their element, shuffling equipment around, busying themselves, muttering to each other which sequence they would run first, back and argument, both scribbling notation and nodding in agreement. Tom was very much superfluous to all this, and he had other things on his mind, so made his excuses and left.

Tom walked two doors up, clambered over the wall and knocked on Sarah's cottage's back room access. There was no answer, so he popped his pass around the door.

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

He heard a phonation echo back, a padding noise of mitt 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 cover door, rather than the front.

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

Not being sure which deuce-ace she was, Tom wasn't sure if his question would cause offence ...

"I was hoping to talk to Chrys ? ..."He nervously asked.

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

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

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

"I wanted to ask about the violent storm, portals and the North American English Teleportation system ... If you are Chrys,"Tom asked hopefully.

"Oh, is that all ? Well, O.K., but first I have a picayune job that needs a human's help if you do n't mind ?"She asked.

"Oh, of course, anything to help oneself,"Tom answered well-chosen to avail, stepping into the business firm and closing the door behind him."Lead the way."

Chrys turned around and scampered up the stairs, disappearing into the kitty's sleeping accommodation. Tom followed to accede the room with three single beds, to see the kitten led upside down on a bed, with her chief hanging off the bed of the bed, looking up whilst pointing at the ceiling.

Tom was stupefied, not seeing any problem in the roof, and stepped closer. It wasn't as if there were any light electric-light bulb to deepen. As he reached the end of the bed, the kitten grabbed him with her paws and Tom felt her claws grasp 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 human can do ... Now undo your belt and shorts."The kitten demanded.

"What ?"Tom queried.

But with his privates looming over the kitten 's open up backtalk, seeing her soundbox stretched out underneath him on the bed with her irreverent fur-covered breasts, Tom 's libido was already gearing up, with his blood pumping.

"I need you to fill this oral fissure with your super sex toy."The kitty purred."We know what you've been up to and we kittens cogitate it is our turn."

The kitty's tail came over her body to stroke his boldness and run down his chest of drawers, to ride his crotch. Knowing he couldn't escape the pincer piercing his shorts holding him, Tom unfastened his shorts. She withdrew her nipper to take out down his boxers and boxers, freeing up his growing member to founder down onto her look. The kitten's eyes widened as she wrapped her lips around Tom's irradiation head and licked and suck it.

"Mmmm, nearly tops, let's see how it grows."The kitten giggled."I taste twat, mum ? ... Lucy ? ... or ... Chrys ?"

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

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

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

"But that was the inference ... Oh well, never mind ... I'm going to have to learn to tell you kittens apart."Tom laughed.

Clair's sassing were like velvet and her part rough, constituent soft, tongue flicked up and around his now pissed shaft. She would lap the uncut percentage of her natural language down to his balls and back up to the tip, then plunge onto him until her sassing fully immersed his sex toy.

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

Clair was now purring with her sucking, the quiver echoing onto his dick and balls. Tom couldn't resist the furry physical structure stretching out in figurehead of him and he fondled Clair's chest hidden in her fur, encouraging more purring. Tom leaned over and started sucking and nibbling one nipple.

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

Tom felt that usual warning stab in his Lucille Ball and erupted into her mouth. Clair sucked harder and swallowed the forget me drug of cum shooting into her, pulling Tom deep into her oral cavity as she purred harder. Clair released him as his light beam relaxed, Tom stepped out of her legs reach and attract his shortstop up.

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

"Well, unless you want to make it a tercet ? 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 a lot meter they would have, 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 pussycat's."Laughed Tom, as he scampered down the stairs.

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

Tom left the cottage by the endorse door to walk down the path at the spinal column of the cottages, returning to the village and pussycat's pub. The pub was repose with a few regular, Sarah and Chrys were sitting at a mesa in the sofa and were pleased to see Tom. Tom could already distinguish Sarah's aroma and now could keep apart Chrys's aroma, significance he could now distinguish each of the three kittens.

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

"Yes. She's busy 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 technicalities of teleportation are way outside my understandings, but surely it takes a lot of tycoon ?"

"Well, it does, even for short distance. For say teleporting across half the globe, we can apply the terra firma 's gravitative pull with the synodic month to boost the foresighted start, saving energy. They experimented with teleporting to the Sun Myung Moon in the early years, but it gobbled up so much get-up-and-go 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 fancy 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 hearing, Tom leaned into Chrys.

"These violent storm, that accidentally bring off masses from parallel of latitude worlds like me here, if they need so much energy then why do they hold repeating and at intervals that they can be predicted ?"Tom whispered.

Chrys looked a little off-put."They aren't really sure, story claim some form of feedback cringle that repeats, somehow using the Sun's gravitational puff. But they set up their research root at Goonhilly every fountain and fall to assess 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 orbits ?"

"I'm not fully convinced, but that is roughly the line of thought. They publish very little of their findings."

Tom realised his opinion may be on the aright track."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 theory ?"

"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, automobile, whose manufacture employed million and earned trillions, they wanted to proceed that status quo. By going interstellar they could mine and exploit the moonlight, Mars, or even as far as Pluto."

"But ?"Tom interjected.

'' They cut nook and somehow set up the hepatic portal vein, 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.

"Claim ? Or act to shut ..."

"Exactly Tom. Each season they return and we get almost second perfect warnings of the portal openings."

"But this may take additional power, is there a way of confirming power consumption with portal vein hatchway ?"Tom excitedly asked. Now they were well into lead warfare territory.

"We've already looked. office consumption figures show nothing but then when you read the small mark, the published figures are median figure based on old workweek and month's use. When we looked at the algorithm they use, you could input any random information and the result will be the Same categorical curve."

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

"Again, we think it is all down to gravitational drag, based on erratic orbits. It's not an exact science, as it works by bending and using the blank between place. It seems metre gets involved as well, which is another understanding for it needing so a good deal exponent. One conspiracy theory is that this was the reason for the crusade to get fusion to work."

"Okay. Keep this very a lot to yourself. There seem to be more and more alert bells ringing on all of this. If you hear of anything else, let me cognize as it seems we have the summer to sit and wait before the following schedule storms."Tom whispered.

Sarah returned with a tray of sandwiches and drinking, placing it down on the tabular array between them. As they tucked in, kitty-cat came to sit with them.

"Make the most of the day Tom, we've had an inflow of interest after Mermaid sightings and citizenry interested in the fishing head trip. We seem to be ‘ The quaint Pub'for families."pussy told Tom.

"I'm buying some garden mesa and terrace with umbrellas for summertime breakfasts in the garden. We have couples in for tonight and a sweetie step-up of B & B bookings over the next few days."

Tom nodded, scoffing his sandwich. He had a few sluttish end he wanted to look at this afternoon, and a small clip to himself would be nice.

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

The three guy all looked at Tom. All guessing what was behind it, but not knowing how he had prison term to do anything with the homo woman ?

"Ah ... jackpot, she's kind 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 deliver here."

Kitty and Sarah shot each other a glance, but rather than seeing jealousy, Tom saw amusement in their eyes.

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

"fountainhead, maybe we do ask extra help if Tom is going to service all our Edgar Guest and keep on up his sex toy reputation."Sarah laughed.

"Mum !"Chrys feigned shock.

The three big cat cackled with laughter and teased Tom over their luncheon. Tom decided enough was sufficiency and made his excuses, rising to leave the three true cat. As Tom exited pot's pub, the three cats were still cackling with laugh.

Tom made his way up the face-to-face incline of the cove, he wanted to see if he could recover Mermaid cove, but this would mean passing Captain Brown 's watchful wife. The path was a little harder to follow as it wound its way through several miss-matched cottages and he had to duplicate back after a few dead ends. 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 threshold down the drapery were still closed with no sign of the couplet within it, working. Captains Brown University's house was now to his left, looking down on him. Mrs Brown appeared at a ground-floor window, so he waved to admit her presence and hopefully avoid her interest, as he was making it too obvious that he was going for a walk out of the village.

He made it around the headland and maitre d'hotel Brown's menage was now out of sight behind him. As he walked on, he tried to recognise the cliffs and rock 'n' roll that yesterday he saw from the onshore side. The itinerary dropped modest into some underwood, hiding the ocean from view. Soon he was walking through some humble trees, only catching fleeting coup d'oeil of the ocean. He would never recognise Mermaid's Cove from this angle.

The air was coming off the sea, so he heard pace behind him before he smelled any scent. Not wanting to be followed, Tom jumped over a paries on the landwards side of the itinerary and waited. The breeze brought a intimate odour to him as he heard the footsteps pass his concealment place. He let Becky pass him before he stood up and followed her, treading carefully and staying downwind.

The way emerged from the Sir Herbert Beerbohm 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 and stone wall, ducking down as Becky stopped. He heard a whisper of paws, then four hand landing hard, then hush steps leading away.

Tom poked his head over the paries to see Becky now off the path, having jumped over a fallen Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree and humble George W. Bush. She was working deftly through long smoke, trying not to leave steps, working her way to the drop bound. Tom then recognised the drop bod and rock-and-roll below. They were now on the cliff above Mermaid's Cove.

Tom followed Becky's footfall to place upright above her in the Grass as she made her way down the winding track, now using the stride 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 smile on his face.

"Mum sent me,"Becky said, apologising."She thought you may check 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 least now I know where the course is, thanks."

Tom took a good look around, checking he could place the itinerary's location in the night. Beck was making her way back up to him.

"How did you sleep together mum would direct me ?"

"I didn't ... But female seem to be inherently suspicious of male ... Don't trouble, I caught your odour first with the wind behind you."Tom lied, trying to mend Becky's hurt feelings."I'll differentiate them you found me at the Cove rather than I followed you."

Becky reached him, and the two returned to the route. Becky turned to walk back the village but Tom pulled her away, to extend along the course, keen to explore further.

"well now I am chaperoned, why not let me search further ?"

Becky shrugged in adoption, but also happy to keep on walking with Tom, rather than recall home. They walked on, following the path away from the village

The coastal path dropped into a hollow following to a shallow beach, with some overgrown ruin close to the path. There was a timeworn way down onto the beach.

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

Tom and Becky followed the downtrodden grass path to the beach where it changed to mud, sand, then pebbles. Becky was about to trample onto the mud when Tom pulled her back.

'' There are some definite paw mark 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 prints off to one side, where the mud was dryer."Cat."

Becky sniffed the air, then bent down to the pot, sniffing, `` That 's strange. That 's Balthazar 's perfume, but he would never come down to a beach voluntarily. ``

"Are you sure ? How foresighted ago ?"

'' wellspring, possibly last night or yesterday as the scent is still secure. There are some more perfumed scent too, and scent. '' Becky replied.

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

"Do fisherdogs root for up on this beach, would that explain the footprints ?"

"Inferno no, that is why the fisherdog's sign is in ruining. See the protruding cliff there ?"Becky pointed.

"Years ago that outcrop dropped into the sea to create those rocks, like shark's tooth. They would rip a hard Kingston-upon Hull fishing gravy boat apart."

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

"Oh yes, just not a hard Kingston-upon Hull. You can see a slight spectator where they have pulled something like an inflatable up the beach, more than once. This is a regular coming together place."Becky answered.

"But passing fisherdogs could see them."

Tom pointed out to the wide horizon that would defecate the beach readily visible from any pass fisherdog for an appreciable time. Becky nodded, her side wide of surprise, telling Tom this was not a readily publicize meeting place.

"Fisherdogs would receive noticed and Balthazar's white fur would stand out, allowing anyone to distinguish 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 grandness of this information.

"I have to let dad know, this is not normal ... The simply badger 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 agree. ``

"Becky, in this mankind ... Do you receive wild fauna tracking photographic camera ? You know, so you can look out animal trails to see which unwarranted animals are coming and going."

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

"wellspring, in my creation homo can't ask animals who use a path and why, so by setting photographic camera up in trees or bushes the next day we can watch over the wild animals."

Tom ensured he avoided the terms biz and hunting, one of the primary role of them.

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

"Well, what if we could capture a group photo of these hugger-mugger group meeting, then we would have grounds ?"

To Tom, this was a natural progression, but judging from Becky 's looking of horror, the use of camera surveillance may not be acceptable. He made a note to let the cat out of the bag to tool about it. Becky shook her head in disgust and returned to the main coastal path.

This meter Tom motioned to return to the village, maybe they had gone far enough, then Tom remembered Thomas's petition from final night.

"What happened between you and Thomas the Fisherdog ?"Tom asked, not realising what a sore subject 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 alleviate the interrogation.

"That's spoilt ... 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 fully grown older, you've grown apart."

Becky stormed onwards, not answering. Her derriere swishing almost angrily as she kicked dirt and leafage litter on the path. Tom followed a few steps behind. With her not looking at him, made it easier for her to open up.

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

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

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

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

"No. He has to get hitched with into the Brown family."

"Why ?"

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

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

"Oh ... Don't trouble Dad will feature a lot to say about it ... But you make a effective point,"Becky said looking smug.

"Would you choose anyone else but Thomas ?"Tom asked, remembering he was supposed to be putting in a kind word in party favour of Saint 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 path 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 touch sensation angry, and it's been a while since we had sex in the kitchen."

She turned off the path, walking between some trees and to the paries Tom had previously hidden behind. There was a gate in the wall for her to walk through, turning to beckon him to follow. They walked on down an old constringe itinerary, into thicker Tree that opened out to a small clearing hidden from view.

In the centre of the small-scale glade was a hang Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree, deliberately bent over in a fallen ‘ Z'pattern with a forgetful horizontal portion to the body at waist acme, before the trunk headed skywards again. Branches dropped off to become roots, acting as pegleg, making the short portion of the Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree like a carpenter 's trestle sawhorse.

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

"My family's mating tree diagram ... generation of my family 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 Kitty's pub last night. Becky motioned to Tom's short pants."I think you're overdressed ..."

Tom was already ruttish after Clair warming him up earlier, he was eager to meet Becky. He undid his belt and underdrawers. Becky licked her lips and her paw delved into Tom's boxershorts, even with her novice experience her paw excited Tom with her thumb ribbing over his growing cock's capitulum, stroking its eye.

Becky pulled Tom closing curtain and kissed him, her slightly larger hooter being more clumsy than any cat, but Becky was now more titillating in this encounter. No longer a lapping, licking glossa, her tongue teased around Tom 's clapper even tickling his tonsils.

Tom's slam that was now flagged outside his short pants, as Becky stroked it in a tight grasp. She dropped onto her human knee and sucked his shaft into her snout. This clock time she'd practised and sucked him as hard as Clair. Tom held her promontory, stroking her ears, as she bobbed up and down on his lance, licking his shaft's head word then balls.

Becky pulled Tom's trunks down to his articulatio talocruralis. She held Tom's scape up to tuck underneath and blow each ball. Her tongue darting out to clobber his rear entree, teasing him in a way he had never considered excite before.

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

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

"Mmm."

Tom eased his fingers out and slipped his scape into Becky. She gripped onto the tree automobile trunk as Tom pumped in and out of her, arching her rachis to lift her rump. Tom's grip on her tail helped and this time he was enjoying himself, his justify hand spanked her.

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

Tom's nous spun. ‘ Double stuff'what on dry land was that and how did she learn that ? So he spanked her again.

Answering his unexpressed questions, Becky said,"I've found some helpful sex instructional videos."Giving Tom a wry spirit, and a marked-up giggle, she said,"Maybe next time we should bring some ropes ..."

Tom then second-guessed what she meant, spanked her and pressed his thumb into her rear enactment, for her to cry excitedly. Tom enjoyed bouncing off her fanny, with each impact driving his thumb into her, making her gasp at every drive into her.

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

Tom leant over her back, removing his pollex but digging his script into her fleshy hip erogenous zone. His eyes searched her neck, and he gathered up some neck hide in his dentition. She knew what was coming.

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

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

Tom held on until she relaxed, then released his bite, drew in a inscrutable breath and stood again, withdrawing out of her, his rod dripping with her cum. She relaxed onto the tree trunk with a gasp.

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

His shaft pulsing rock hard and his balls 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 spine on the grass in the glade, his gumshoe mimicking the surrounding trees, reaching for the sky.

"Climb 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 Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree trunk to pace over to him.

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

Becky straddled Tom's waistline, squatting down her paw guided his dick to its prey. He felt the wetness of her rim 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 sass opened across-the-board, howling silently in walking on air. Tom now admired her underbelly, enjoying her attractive, slim waist and her neatly trimmed fur.

She was more experienced now and anchor her hips backwards and forwards, impaled on his shaft, then rising up to slide back down onto him. Her lovely small perfectly rounded titty bounced and jiggled as she created her own wet plot of ground on Tom's fork. He could smell her sex and her excitement mixing with the odour of the small glade.

Tom slapped his fingers of one hand across both her boob."Yowww."Becky yelped but grinned back. He then softly fondled them. He ruffled her fur as he lowered his hands to grasp her coxa and mash their hips together with the wet patch between them growing.

Becky rode up his shaft on her posterior legs, then releasing to devolve rima oris open, grunting in time.

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

Tom enjoyed the smell of her wellspring lubricated, velvet burrow, sliding up and down his pounding shaft. Looking up at her again, he felt his balls give that familiar twitch. He was nearly there.

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

Becky upped the tempo and pumping up and down faster, rising high school enough to just hold his nude nigga end just inside her lip, then slapping down onto the increasing wet spell between them. Her breasts were bouncing for Tom to admire. She grunted with each landing stroke."Uhg ... Uhg ... Uhg."She was in control of her own orgasm 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 muscleman clench around the crown of his shaft then her integral body dropped onto his flag Pole pushing it mystifying inside her."Fuuccckkk."she squealed.

eyesight her orgasms climactic release, he could find his own orgasm orgasm, releasing to flood lovesome liquidness into her. He grabbed her pelvis and ground them to abandon his balls. She squirmed in pleasure and collapsed onto him, her head just above him, hugging him tightly and kissing him.

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

The two walked back to the principal coastal path 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 Kitty's Pub. The boats had returned, and the beach was meddlesome with fisherdogs finishing their working day. A few more holidaymaker were around, enjoying the hustle and flurry. Kitty and Sarah warned him they had a full B & B that evening and for the side by side few nights.

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

"We've started a few initial bye on the samples, but so far zip is immediately detectable as being out of the ordinary. But at least we know that Peter's Heath James Harvey Robinson test equipment works as all the standard marker are registering,"Lucy said, quickly outlining their plans for far probe.

To be on the good side, Tom rewrote the list in his handwriting and gave the pilot listing back to Lucy. In between serving, Tom spoke to Peter, asking about an infrared frequency camera to spy on the beach he and Becky saw earlier. preferably than Becky 's taciturnity, it excited Simon Peter at the surreptitious nature of the thought, saying he 'd be able-bodied to bump something up the following day.

The even flew by, with Tom and Sarah busy serving and clearing mesa. Becky and Brenda were busy in the kitchen, allowing Becky and Tom the brief of smiling as they passed. Guests were a mix of African tea, dogs and a couple of humans. Guests all asked about mermaids and opportunities for a fishing trip, all boding well for the summer ahead.

Balthasar appeared at the bar during the busy eve and whilst clearing empty ice Tom passed him the list, saying"Dwayne Dibley's list."Balthasar folded the lean without reading it, thanked Tom and left him to keep on with his body of work, not wanting to earn small talk.

Later, during a brief lull, Tom caught the Fisherdog Dylan Thomas 's eye and nodded to him to contact outside.

"Hi, I had a Logos with Becky, if you're still worry ?"

"Oh Please Tom, I can't restrain putting off all these hamlet lady friend. They say I've been single too long and they're circling like vulture. 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 ex nonsense, I want to be Top Dog. But not at the disbursement of losing Becky,"Lowell Thomas said, looking sheepish.

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

Tom wasn't sure how well it would be received, although firedog seemed to be a little Thomas More unfastened about sex and relationships than humans or true cat. Once he outlined his idea to Thomas, doubting Thomas was all for it and slapped him on the spinal column to congratulate him.

"Oh, no, it's sort of romantic in a doggish way ..."Thomas laughed."I'm sure quite a few of our parents met in exchangeable ways, not quite arranged man and wife but almost ..."

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

The duad re-entered the pub separately to keep off suspicion. Soon Tom was officious again, clearing tables and serving beer to the Captain 's tabular array. Becky 's female parent was there, so Becky would n't be staying late, letting Tom off any late-night kitchen contact.

Lucy and Peter had left and none of her sisters were present either, so Tom was looking forward to a shower and a bed to himself as the patronage dwindled. puss walked Balthazar back dwelling house, leaving Sarah and Tom finishing clearing up. Sarah must have sensed Tom's weariness as she suggested he get off to bed and she'd wait for kitty's return.

Tom felt relieved as he made his way to his room. He lost his iron boot and sock and picked up a towel to piss his way to have a shower. With all the guests in bed, Tom enjoyed wandering the stairwell and corridors in the dark, using his cat 's Nox vision to guide his way.

The pub's upper floors were a solid admixture of guest and familiar spirit scents, Tom recognising some, others he couldn't. Entering the can Tom exhaled a suspiration of relief, finally having the shower to himself, shutting and locking the door behind him, he inhaled.

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

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

Clair's leg wrapped around from behind him and her paws loosened his belted ammunition and underdrawers. Tom could feel her warm breath on the dorsum of his neck, causing the hairs to stand on end as she pecked kisses. His short circuit fell to the trading floor, and a paw delved into his boxers to stroke his growing manhood, as she purred.

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

Her empennage worked its way into around Tom's waist and into his boxers, pulling them down. Her tail then tucked through his wooden leg, stroking between his balls and rear entering. The flabby fur at the end of her bum 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 head. She cast his T-shirt to one side of meat as she nibbled his ear, and his hands reached over his promontory to stroke her ear behind him. Clair pulled Tom around to face up her and wrapped her forelegs around his neck and her hind legs around his waist, purring whilst her bottom seductively stroked his lance and rear.

Clair was light to carry, and Tom was enjoying her tail stroking him. She was more sexually aware than her sister Lucy. Her paw pulling his face to her to osculate him and her one paw able-bodied to stroke his arse passage. Cats were much more erotic than dogs, 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 fundament guiding his quill into her.

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

Tom hoped she was joking, but the aspect on her face was serious.

'' I can smell dog. Are you two-timing us kitty ... ? ``

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

Clair's tail wiped his dig tip across the wetness of her pussy, slowly lowering herself onto him. Tom slipped in easily, enjoying her lovesome velvet inside as she gasped.

"You're bigger than any of the boys on campus, but none have your super sex toy nickname."

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

"humans aren't normally that kinky, but I'm unforced to try,"Clair said, chuckling."It would be a shame to shorten our coupling."

She rose and dropped onto Tom's dig, still hanging onto him as her fanny stroked his behind passageway, teasingly. Tom now seeing her comment as a challenge walked over to the shower tray and turned the water on, standing just readable, testing the water temperature and her resolve.

"You are way-out !"

Clair purred nervously but continued to slip up, and down Tom's ray of light, 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 cling onto Tom, wiggling her rear down onto his pecker, to keep her hooked, impaled onto him. The body of water seemed to just run off her fur. Tom thought she'd foiled his plan as she threw her head back into the H2O, pretending to enjoy it running over her head. The tone on her typeface wasn't so confident.

Clair continued to slide up and down Tom's shaft, pretending to racket in the shower as the water ran off her like a waterproof. Then Tom noticed her fur was getting saturated and flattening as it retained the pee, giving her fur a luster, reflecting the bathroom light.

Clair was now grinding her hip into Tom, and her purring note had changed. She was getting Sir Thomas More aroused, as her fur lost its piddle repellent belongings and became a flat wet cutis. Tom could sense her body more as she moved and wriggled, the water lubricating their turn on organic structure. Her hardened nipple now stroked Tom's chest through the flat, wet fur and he felt his stimulation growing.

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

Tom angle Clair against the tiled shower wall and took over, sliding in and out of her. Her fur was no longer fluffy, but sparse and slippery. Her trunk felt different next to his skin, as he felt every squirm, winding and tensing of her muscles.

Tom continued to take his shaft deep into her, her lovely flaccid tit squashed between them and her teat teasing into him. He could feel her tensing, building up her sexual climax as drove into her clock time and time again.

'' Yesss ... Umph ... Armph ... Umph ... nooky me, Tom ... You super kinky sex toy, piece of ass me ... Umph ... Umph. ``

Then Tom felt her velvet tunnel tighten on him and her back arched as her heftiness spasmed with the flow of disco biscuit running through her. Tom thrust onwards, Clair was now hanging on as her soundbox wracked with spasm of her climax, enjoying her muscular tissue tightening around him. Finally, he released into her, with her grin as she felt the warm liquid inside her, grinding the lastly of her orgasm into him.

Clair relaxed, unwrapping her hind branch to put up, kissing him under the watercourse of water. Tom could now see her waterlogged fur draped around her, as they both panted, catching their breath. Tom turned the water off, so Clair could dry off. Initially, they both stroked her fur, encouraging the water 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 me dry off."

Tom stroked his bridge player hard over Clair 's body to encourage the water system out of her fur, working his way around her. He soon noticed her reaction whenever he was confining or in an erogenous zone. She was getting Thomas More and more erotically charged as the drying process progressed, her tail especially as she moaned softly, her organic structure twisting in glee.

Soon her fur was no longer saturated, and they used towels, causing her fur to fluff up, giving her an afro, fur ball hairstyle all over, and causing Tom to giggle.

"It's not funny, if the early kitten see me like this I'll never live it down. It will take hours of preening to flatten out 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 flavourless 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 lav, having to dry the floor, wipe the wall tiles and exchange any wet towels with dry.

entering his bedroom with his dirty washing and a towel wrapped around him, he could see Clair, purring, wrapped around herself, preening on his bed. Seeing more than normal light entering the bedchamber, he walked to see the view out of his small window. Craning his neck to see the beach and sea beyond, he saw a to the full moon appear from behind a cloud.

The full Moon sparked his memory of his promise with Fish, for them to meet at the future good moon.

"What time do you think it is Clair ?"Tom asked, pulling on plum boxer, short pants and his nearest day old sweaty T-shirt.

"Hmm ? Nearly midnight, come to bed and let's put some more clams on those ceiling timbers ..."

Tom was already pulling his flush 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 ... .