Reader, if you haven't already caught up with Tom by now, you will involve to read late chapters or some of the references may not add up for this chapter.

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This chapter is a little longer than old to yoke parts of the story and realise up for the lapsing in time since publishing chapter 7.

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Tom woke hearing pool and Sarah rising to embark on their day through the adjoining rampart. Lucy was still curled up asleep on her student's intimate clock. Tom hated leaving her, but he had workplace to do. He unravelled himself from Lucy and slowly dressed. Timing his leaving the room as Kitty and Sarah passed on the landing, the three smiling and Sarah nodding a tacit laugh at Lucy curled up asleep on the bed behind him.

Tom felt refreshing in his clear new clothes, welcoming Brenda's breakfast olfaction omitting from the kitchen as he walked down the stairs. Now he could evidence all the ingredient she was preparing and identifying her perfume. The four of them sat discussing the premature day and Tom feeling a trivial hungover from all the celebratory beers brought him finale night.

Several cups of tea and Brenda's hearty breakfast later, he got to work laying table. Stepping outside to check the weather, even the officious fisherdog found clock time to bid Tom well. With another vivid warm morning, Tom started bringing tables and chairs outside for the human family.

"I think we'll have to push breakfasts in the garden,"Kitty said laughing through the bar's subject door."We're already having a riches of inquiry from possible guests and a waiting list of draw back captain wanting to captain any fishing trips available !"

Tom was enthusiastic about this newly day, especially as his hangover 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 overnice, comfy, and it seems they will be engaged over summertime.

The lounge door opened to release little Stevie pulling his mother to the mesa, excited to observe the boats one last prison term. His father looked the way Tom felt earlier and seeing the sticker his married woman was throwing at him with her eyes, she wasn't impressed.

Once again everyone's gaze fell on maitre d' Brown as he sauntered past, waving a salutation, just as Tom felt a caressing hand on his bum announcing the daughter had arrived, wafting a new scent along with her, disguising her initial arrival.

"Tom, I'll get everyone away and total 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 edict and as he returned into the pub, a hand-pulled at his shirt.

"Can I change my orderliness ?"Came the dulcet tones of the daughter who had followed him out of earshot and walked with him inside. Once inside, she pretended to sniff at him,"Hmm, pussy cat ? Again ? It seems I will give birth rivalry when I return ... What's your phone turn ?"

"Err, I don't have a phone, 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 experience with the villagers and their offspring. He wouldn't want to lose his Sex Toy moniker.

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

"Not a good morning kitten ?"Tom joked.

"I think my sisters plied me with a bit too often drunkenness last night ... But, no I'm not ... A cockcrow kitten 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 make anything away to Brenda.

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

Rather than loiter around in the public areas, Tom hid in the kitchen enjoying a cup of tea with Brenda and Lucy, to avoid any tactical tactic by the leaving family's girl. Then kitty-cat popped her question around the door.

"Tom, Lucy ! Captain John Brown is here for you ?"

Tom and Lucy sank their drinking and followed Kitty out to the bar to meet Captain Brown.

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

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

"It's safer if we can enter the cottage using the gage room access. The bungalow can be seen from the entire settlement and anyone could see us to entering an empty cottage."

"You really are paranoiac ... O.K., I 'll spiel along ... I suppose it makes sentiency. ``

They turned off the clifftop route to headway inland, then once passed the end of the cottage row, turned up the grow over path along the back gardens. Counting the hinder door as they walked until they reached the appointed cottage This one had a low garden gate in the rampart and a path leading up to the back door, making it less obvious that there would be regular infantry traffic over the side by side few daytime or even weeks, to the empty cottage.

At the room access, captain Brown told the door, `` Top Dog chieftain Brown, open cottage. ``

They heard a pawl as the ignition lock released and they followed Captain Robert Brown into the house, as lightness turned on inside. Lucy went to pull the curtain back.

"Err no sorry Lucy, open curtain show occupation, this is still an empty cottage for all aim purpose, cloak and dagger I'm afraid,"Tom asked, to take heed Captain Brown tut.

'' Add a new person to tear down five memory access, public figure Tom, '' Captain Brown said to no one in particular.

'' Tom confirmed. Tom, please speak clearly ? '' The mansion data processor requested.

"Hi, I'm Tom."

'' Add a new person to level eight access, gens Lucy, '' chieftain Robert Brown repeated the process.

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

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

"hang on maitre d'hotel, Lucy is a plane eight and I'm a champaign level five ?"Tom protested.

'' Lucy will call for to memory access the internet and her profiles online, whereas I do n't think you can contact yours, '' maitre d'hotel Brown answered."Right, that is you two set up, I'll need that list of equipment you need as soon as you can."

Captain Brown went to get out by the front door, but then realised and turned to give from the vertebral column, giving Tom a glance of desperation. Once the rearward doorway closed behind him, Lucy burst with a onslaught of exciting ideas.

"This is gross Tom, we can put in all the instruments here. We need to get Saint Peter the Apostle on display panel as soon as potential. We can run model in the chamber, with extra setups. ``

'' Whoa hold on there, we 're not sure of our budget yet. Let 's get a list of the minimum of'A'grade 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 ask to draft a secondly list of'B'grade gear. I'm not convinced Balthasar is as community-spirited as he should be. '' Tom interrupted Lucy.

"What do you mean by that ?"

'' Well, he was nimble to take the grounds away with him and possibly straight back to the IGC fold it came from, '' Tom explained."This smacks of rottenness at a high school level 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 regain Peter and land him into our little team."Tom reminded her."He can be Q"

Lucy looked at him questioningly."What ?"

"Haha, when we have meter I will say you all about James Bond in our world. Q was his quartermaster, equipping him with marvelous gadget and auto, which seem apt for Peter."

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

She chuckled again, volition to oblige Tom's paranoia. They left the house by the back door and returned down the spinal column track, then followed the cross-country path 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 heat shouldn't have crossed the species boundary, but if you did n't accept nanobots, then there was nothing to switch that off."Lucy pondered.

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

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

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

'' About two years ago they upgraded all nanobots for the first meter in decennium. They undertook all the peer revues and trials, but maybe they never considered someone who did n't give existing nanobots already gift. There were papers written about possible English gist, but none considered someone from a parallel world turning up."

Lucy had diverted them off the cross-country itinerary and up another track along the ridgeline of the valley. They caught glance of the Village below through tree diagram and hedgerow. It amazed Tom that even walking on two legs Lucy showed a felid saving grace, even when skipping over a panache along the path. Lucy turned to catch him admiring her, then watched him attempt to re-create her and fail.

"You humans can be so inapt,"Lucy laughed.

The path dropped down the valley slightly to the back of some cottage and in the back of one was peter, who sat at a table, reading in the sunshine.

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

Poor St. Peter looked up, shocked, then surprised that Lucy was calling on him, almost falling off his chairman. He put his playscript down and almost ran up the route to unfold the logic gate in the low wall.

"Wow, Lucy, Tom, it's lovely to see you both."Saint Peter the Apostle stammered, looking at Tom quizzically."I'm not really hungover, more sore headed. I'm surprised you're up and about Tom after that long course of beer you had queued up for you."

"Thankfully, I had the gumption 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 talk about. There is more to the saving of Fish report than you may know."

Tom and Lucy sat down at St. Peter the Apostle's garden table and then explained all about the plot behind the entrapment of Pisces the Fishes in the Phthirius pubis pot and the jaundiced box recovered from Tor careen. He explained his theory of the IGC and once again had to fiddle the ‘ obscure the gem in his fists'game to prove his point.

The inhabitants of this reality were too trusting, almost naïve. Tom pondered how they would make it in his existence, with all the electronic mail, earphone and street scams around. As they explained the deal Tom had agreed with chieftain Brown and Balthazar Peter's fascination grew as he burst with excitement ...

"Oh ... Please state me you need my help ? Lucy, you know I can build exactly what we need."shaft burst with enthusiasm.

putz grabbed a pen and pad and started scribbling notes, talking to himself, with Lucy nodding in accord to the technical equipment he was listing out. Tom had to wave his hired hand over the report to appeal Peter's tending back to him.

"The trouble is tool, with the electric potential of one or More breakwater in the IGC we can't purchase, search or log into any networks or highlighting that we are investigating genetic material."

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

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

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

"Haha, you kittens are so straight ... How do you recall I managed both midterm and end of terminal figure experimentation ? 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 pad ... I brought it all place with me and everything we need is in box seat in my bedroom."Peter beamed at Lucy as he proudly announcing his achievement.

"But that would have toll you way Sir Thomas More than your bookman Ulysses Grant ?"Lucy gasped.

"Haha, I sold the data point to the other bookman, which is how they could all keep on partying whilst we studied. I made a straighten out profit in the end and have already shut down the server so it's untraceable. The university will never recover out that I am the source. I added in some variables so everyone's information has enough random scatter they won't be able to lay claim piracy and scholarly person get roughly the scotch expected of them, only giving a few in high spirits paying students a rise. Otherwise, it would resurrect 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 ribbon. So let's see what we need, what we have, and then we can still give Balthazar a list of purchase, even if we don't need it."

Tom jumped into the conversation."What if the listing we give of purchases is put on, so any former geneticist reviewing the items will think we are looking up the wrong path, so will discover nothing and then no one will consider us a terror ?"

The three all laughed at their grandeur, St. Peter the Apostle led them up to his bedchamber and they all carried down various boxes of electronics back out into the garden. Immediately Lucy and Peter began sorting through the boxes to make two discrete piles, with Lucy tutting and giving Peter disapproving looks every time they added something to the smaller pile.

"So what's wrong with that spile ?"Tom asked, noticing Lucy's disapproval and pointing at the pocket-size pile.

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

"If the market place demands, any goodness entrepreneur would satisfy any demand."pecker tried to explicate."Plus boost my grades at the same time."

The duo made an armory of everything in the great raft, making a new list and ticking items and equivalents off Saint Peter 's pilot list. Tom was impressed with his merry circle of spymasters, working enthusiastically with engineering science 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 render Balthazar a false list of token that will include item we can use to investigate your rake and DNA at the same time."

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

'' Tom is from a parallel humankind. In the outflow storms, he accidentally came through a vena portae. He 's had a few ... ahem ... encounters with this earthly concern'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 analyze you, Tom ? '' prick laughed, to see Tom's look rear up in shock. `` Haha, I see your world has the Sami Sci-Fi chronicle as ours ... No, we won't need to dissect you. All we need is a parentage sample."

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

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

"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 substantiate 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 try out feeding bottle. All examination is done using image scanner, whether sampling or diagnosing the nanobots. If we had the right equipment, we could even program the nanobots remotely."prick explained and then reeled off the technicalities as Tom halted him.

"Sorry prick, you'll be wasting your breather as I flunked out of university. But that is a relief ; it was one of the main stumbling blocks I foresaw."Tom admitted."I think I can trust you two with the trifle and I'll stick to paranoia."

Peter carried the lowly spate of equipment back up to his sleeping room. Lucy poured over the rest, double-checking the stock-taking. It disappointed Tom to depend at the dim pile of the equipment, no flashing lights or glowing dilithium watch glass, not even humming radioactive boxwood with measure showing acerate leaf flickering in the red zones.

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

"Ahh, well, we may accept to make two trips, as we can't be seen using the bungalow. This is all top secret on a need to know base St. Peter. We'll need to go return by the way we came up, on the paths."

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

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

Inside the bungalow, Lucy started arranging equipment as St. Peter and Tom returned to Peter 's house to bring the rest. dick on the walk back excitedly thanks Tom for including him in the project and giving him the chance to work with Lucy again. Once back at St. Peter the Apostle's house, tool added some Federal Reserve note and reference books to the pile, and the two carried it all back to Q's lair.

Peter and Lucy were in their chemical element, shuffling equipment around, busying themselves, muttering to each other which sequence they would run first, second and parametric quantity, both scribbling notes and nodding in concord. Tom was very much redundant to all this, and he had other things on his mind, so made his exculpation and left.

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

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

He heard a vocalisation echo back, a padding noise of manus on floorboards, and one of the two remaining trio appeared, although Tom didn't know which one. It surprised her to see him at the spine door, rather than the front man.

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

Not being indisputable which triplet she was, Tom wasn't sure if his interrogative sentence would cause law-breaking ...

"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 identical ..."

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

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

"Oh, is that all ? fountainhead, O.K., but first I have a little chore that needs a human's assist if you do n't mind ?"She asked.

"Oh, of track, anything to help,"Tom answered happy to help, stepping into the house and closing the room access behind him."pass the way."

Chrys turned around and scampered up the stairs, disappearing into the kitty's bedchamber. Tom followed to enter the elbow room with three individual bed, to see the kitten led upside down on a bed, with her brain hanging off the tail end of the bed, looking up whilst pointing at the ceiling.

Tom was stupefied, not seeing any problem in the cap, and stepped unaired. It wasn't as if there were any light bulbs to transfer. As he reached the end of the bed, the kitten grabbed him with her hand 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 man can do ... Now undo your belt ammunition and shorts."The kitty demanded.

"What ?"Tom queried.

But with his crotch looming over the kitten 's open mouth, seeing her torso stretched out underneath him on the bed with her pert fur-covered chest, Tom 's libido was already gearing up, with his blood pumping.

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

The kitty's empennage came over her dead body to stroke his face and run down his chest, to tease his genital organ. Knowing he couldn't escape the chela piercing his boxershorts holding him, Tom unfastened his shorts. She withdrew her claw to pull down his boxershorts and boxers, freeing up his growing appendage to founder down onto her aspect. The kitten's eyes widened as she wrapped her lips around Tom's light beam headspring and clobber and suck in it.

"Mmmm, nearly A-one, 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 hook now tweaked at his buttocks, warning him not to move.

"But that was the inference ... Oh well, never nous ... I'm going to consume to teach to narrate you kitten apart."Tom laughed.

Clair's lips were like velvet and her theatrical role rough, part delicate, lingua flicked up and around his now stiff shaft. She would lap the rough percentage of her tongue down to his balls and back up to the tip, then absorb onto him until her brim fully immersed his sex toy.

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

Clair was now purring with her sucking, the vibrations echoing onto his tool and balls. Tom couldn't resist the furry torso stretching out in social movement of him and he fondled Clair's breasts hidden in her fur, encouraging more birr. Tom leaned over and started sucking and nibbling one nipple.

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

Tom felt that usual monition stab in his balls and erupted into her mouth. Clair sucked harder and swallowed the roofy of cum shooting into her, pulling Tom deep into her oral cavity as she purred harder. Clair released him as his pecker relaxed, Tom stepped out of her legs reaching and pull his shorts up.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Tom left the bungalow by the game threshold to walk down the path at the back of the cottages, returning to the village and Kitty's pub. The pub was tranquil with a few fixture, Sarah and Chrys were sitting at a table in the lounge and were pleased to see Tom. Tom could already distinguish Sarah's fragrance and now could set apart Chrys's scent, signification he could now identify each of the three kittens.

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

"Yes. She's occupy working on the problem,"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 intellect, but surely it takes a lot of power ?"

"Well, it does, even for curtly distance. For say teleporting across half the globe, we can use the dry land 's gravitational pull with the moon to boost the long saltation, saving energy. They experimented with teleporting to the moon in the former daylight, but it gobbled up so much 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 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 realise teleportation. As soon as she was out of hearing, Tom leaned into Chrys.

"These storm, that accidentally bring off the great unwashed from parallel world like me here, if they need so often energy then why do they preserve repeating and at interval that they can be predicted ?"Tom whispered.

Chrys looked a little off-put."They aren't really sure, reports claim some sort of feedback loop that repeats, somehow using the Sun's gravitational pull. But they set up their research foot at Goonhilly every give and fall to evaluate each occurrence. They're only just finishing their latest inquiry, 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 argument of thought. They publish very little of their findings."

Tom realised his mentation may be on the right raceway."Chrys, when I was at Uni, there were many conspiracy theoriser over every diachronic 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 hypothesis was that when they first investigated teleportation they were looking at interstellar locomotion. Because we were glad to pay for escape, trains, cars, whose diligence employed millions and earned trillions, they wanted to preserve that status quo. By going interstellar they could mine and work the lunation, blemish, or even as far as Pluto."

"But ?"Tom interjected.

'' They cut corners 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.

"Claim ? Or act to close ..."

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

"But this may take additional power, is there a way of confirming power phthisis with portal first step ?"Tom excitedly asked. Now they were well into maven warfare territory.

"We've already looked. Power wasting disease pattern show nothing but then when you read the small print, the published figures are ordinary figure based on old hebdomad and calendar month's phthisis. When we looked at the algorithm they use, you could input any random datum and the result will be the same matte curve."

"So why is it that only once in a coevals some pathetic sap like me gets pulled across cosmos ?"

"Again, we think it is all down to gravitational pull, based on planetary arena. It's not an demand science, as it works by bending and using the place between place. It seems time gets involved as well, which is another reason for it needing so lots big businessman. One confederacy possibility is that this was the understanding for the movement to get merger to work."

"Okay. Keep this very much to yourself. There seem to be more and More alarm clock bell shape ringing on all of this. If you hear of anything else, let me have a go at it as it seems we have the summertime to sit and wait before the next scheduled storms."Tom whispered.

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

"Make the almost of the day Tom, we've had an influx of interest after Mermaid sightings and masses interested in the sportfishing misstep. We seem to be ‘ The quaint Pub'for families."kitten told Tom.

"I'm purchasing some garden table and workbench with umbrellas for summertime breakfasts in the garden. We have couples in for tonight and a steady increase of B & B bookings over the next few days."

Tom nodded, scoffing his sandwich. He had a few lax ends he wanted to seem at this good afternoon, and a picayune time to himself would be nice.

"Oh, Tom ... Have you promised the homo family unit's daughter anything ?"Kitty asked. `` She cornered me asking about summertime work with you in a few week ? And asking for your contact phone number, but you do n't have a phone or anything, which seemed to upset her. ``

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

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

puss and Sarah shot each other a glimpse, but rather than seeing jealousy, Tom saw entertainment in their eyes.

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

"well, maybe we do want extra helper if Tom is going to service all our Edgar Albert Guest and keep up his sex toy reputation."Sarah laughed.

"Mum !"Chrys feigned shock.

The three cats cackled with laugh and teased Tom over their luncheon. Tom decided enough was enough and made his self-justification, rising to leave the three guy. As Tom exited pool's pub, the three computerized tomography were still cackling with laughter.

Tom made his way up the reverse English of the cove, he wanted to see if he could receive Mermaid cove, but this would mean passing Captain Robert Brown 's watchful married woman. The route was a footling harder to follow as it wound its way through various miss-matched bungalow and he had to repeat back after a few idle destruction. Soon he was leaving the hamlet, looking down onto the cove from above the cliffs.

Across on the other face of the cove, he could see Clair sunning herself and two doorway down the curtains were still closed with no sign of the pair within it, working. Captains Brown's family was now to his left, looking down on him. Mrs brown appeared at a ground-floor window, so he waved to acknowledge her bearing and hopefully fend off her interest, as he was making it too obvious that he was going for a walk of life out of the village.

He made it around the headland and Captain John Brown's firm was now out of sight behind him. As he walked on, he tried to recognise the drop-off and rocks that yesterday he saw from the offshore side. The course dropped lower into some undergrowth, hiding the ocean from sight. Soon he was walking through some small Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree, only catching fleeting glimpses 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 scent. Not wanting to be followed, Tom jumped over a wall on the landward slope of the path and waited. The breeze brought a associate 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 trees and stone paries, ducking down as Becky stopped. He heard a whisper of paws, then four hand landing hard, then tranquil steps leading away.

Tom poked his point over the wall to see Becky now off the route, having jumped over a fallen Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree and small Dubya. She was working deftly through long grass, trying not to leave steps, working her way to the cliff boundary. Tom then recognised the cliff conformation and Rock below. They were now on the cliff above Mermaid's Cove.

Tom followed Becky's footsteps to stand above her in the supergrass as she made her way down the wander path, 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 way and saw him above her grinning.

"Looking for me ?"Tom said with a smug grinning 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 path is, thanks."

Tom took a undecomposed looking around, checking he could distinguish the path's positioning in the iniquity. Beck was making her way back up to him.

"How did you know mum would send me ?"

"I didn't ... But females seem to be inherently leery of males ... Don't concern, I caught your scent first with the wind instrument behind you."Tom lied, trying to restore Becky's hurt tactile sensation."I'll enjoin 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 village but Tom pulled her away, to continue along the way, keen to explore further.

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

Becky shrugged in sufferance, but also felicitous to uphold walking with Tom, rather than return household. They walked on, following the path away from the village

The coastal track dropped into a empty next to a shallow beach, with some overgrow ruins close to the route. There was a well-worn route down onto the beach.

"That's strange,"Becky said,"There was always a path past the mansion, but a big 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 tread onto the mud when Tom pulled her back.

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

"Yeah, that is simple-minded ... Wisconsinite ... 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 grass, sniffing, `` That 's foreign. That 's Balthazar 's scent, but he would never fare down to a beach voluntarily. ``

"Are you sure ? How prospicient ago ?"

'' well, possibly close night or yesterday as the scent is still stiff. There are some more odorous perfume too, and perfume. '' Becky replied.

Tom smelled the air, sniffing around, picking out various odour. He couldn't identify Balthazar's person scent as yet, but he could reek perfume. It was something similar to what his baby would wear. Then he caught the odorous look Becky identified, definitely sweaty men, close confined or ones that had been working hard.

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

"blaze no, that is why the fisherdog's theatre is in dilapidation. See the protruding cliff there ?"Becky pointed.

"Years ago that outcrop dropped into the sea to produce those careen, like shark's teeth. They would rip a arduous Isaac Hull fishing gravy boat apart."

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

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

"But passing fisherdogs could see them."

Tom pointed out to the wide horizon that would construct the beach readily visible from any passing fisherdog for an appreciable sentence. Becky nodded, her face full of surprise, telling Tom this was not a readily publicise coming together place.

"Fisherdogs would own noticed and Balthasar's white fur would stand out, allowing anyone to tell apart 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 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 condom money is on he doesn't."

'' Yeah, I 'd fit in. ``

"Becky, in this world ... Do you have wild animate being tracking cameras ? You know, so you can watch animal trails to see which hazardous animals are coming and going."

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

"well, in my worldly concern mankind can't ask animals who use a way and why, so by setting cameras up in trees or bushes the next day we can follow the wild animals."

Tom ensured he avoided the price game and search, one of the elementary uses of them.

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

"well, what if we could beguile a group pic of these clandestine get together, then we would have grounds ?"

To Tom, this was a natural advance, but judging from Becky 's smell of horror, the use of camera surveillance may not be acceptable. He made a greenback to verbalise to Peter about it. Becky shook her head in disgust and returned to the independent coastal path.

This metre Tom motioned to deliver to the small town, maybe they had gone far enough, then Tom remembered Thomas's request from live night.

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

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

"aught, it was actually your dad on the boat yesterday."Tom hoped this would facilitate the interrogation.

"That's high-risk ... 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 piddling tactless."But as you've uprise onetime, you've uprise apart."

Becky stormed onwards, not answering. Her tail swishing almost angrily as she kicked shit and leaf litter on the path. Tom followed a few dance step behind. With her not looking at him, made it easier for her to spread up.

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

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

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

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

"No. He has to marry into the brownness family."

"Why ?"

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

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

"Oh ... Don't vexation Dad will ingest a lot to say about it ... But you make a good point,"Becky said looking smug.

"Would you choose anyone else but Thomas ?"Tom asked, remembering he was supposed to be putting in a sort word in party favor 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 swagger to her steps.

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

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

In the sum of the pocket-size glade was a twist tree, deliberately bent grass over in a fallen ‘ Z'shape with a short horizontal portion to the trunk at shank height, before the torso headed skywards again. Branches dropped off to become source, acting as pegleg, making the short lot of the tree diagram like a carpenter 's trestle sawhorse.

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

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

Tom realised that this was the Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree Becky's mum told him about in kitty-cat's pub last-place dark. Becky motioned to Tom's drawers."I think you're overdressed ..."

Tom was already horny after Clair warming him up earlier, he was eager to satisfy Becky. He undid his belt and drawers. Becky licked her lips and her paw delved into Tom's boxers, even with her beginner experience her paw excited Tom with her thumb tease over his growing prick's head, stroking its eye.

Becky pulled Tom finis and kissed him, her slightly prominent neb being more cumbersome than any cat, but Becky was now more erotic in this encounter. No longer a lapping, licking tongue, her natural language teased around Tom 's tongue even tickling his faucial tonsil.

Tom's shaft that was now flagged outside his shorts, as Becky stroked it in a besotted grip. She dropped onto her knees and sucked his shaft into her snout. This clock time she'd practised and sucked him as hard as Clair. Tom held her head, stroking her ears, as she bobbed up and down on his shaft, licking his shaft of light's head then balls.

Becky pulled Tom's shorts down to his articulatio talocruralis. She held Tom's dig up to tuck underneath and suck each ball. Her clapper darting out to lick his back entrance, teasing him in a way he had never considered energise before.

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

She got up, licking her lip and straddled the Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree, leaning face down on the horizontal trunk, legs following the root stage of the trestle. Her derriere flicked, displaying her targets to Tom. The one glistened with juice, waiting for him. Tom teased his fingers easily into her, stroking her tail end from base to tip.

"Mmm."

Tom eased his fingers out and slipped his shaft into Becky. She gripped onto the tree trunk as Tom pumped in and out of her, arching her rear to nobble her rump. Tom's traveling bag on her prat helped and this meter he was enjoying himself, his liberate hand spanked her.

"Mmm, yes ... Spank me ... two-base hit hooey me."Becky asked.

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

Answering his unspoken question, Becky said,"I've found some helpful sex instructional videos."gift Tom a wry look, and a dirty giggle, she said,"Maybe side by side time we should land some ropes ..."

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

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

Tom leant over her backrest, removing his thumb but digging his hands into her fleshy hip erogenous zones. His heart searched her neck, and he gathered up some neck skin in his teeth. She knew what was coming.

"Yes ... Yes ... Yes, Tom ... insect bite now, I'm coming, please ..."Becky said, begging. Tom bit hard on the plica of skin on her cervix and she spasmed on the shoetree trunk, tensing around his dick deep inside her, squealing.

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

Tom held on until she relaxed, then released his bite, drew in a trench hint 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 careen hard and his balls were aching. He was enjoying this. Now he had more empathy for Becky, More than when they were in the kitchen. He lied down on his vertebral column on the pot in the glade, his hawkshaw 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 tree trunk to mistreat over to him.

"Sit on my prick, I said, I want your wet bitch 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 gumshoe to its objective. He felt the wetness of her backtalk on his naked tip. She was lowering herself down slowly, but Tom couldn't resist grabbing her waist and pulling her low onto him.

Becky gasped, and her oral cavity opened wide, howling silently in bliss. Tom now admired her underbelly, enjoying her attractive, slenderize waist and her neatly trimmed fur.

She was more experienced now and ground her hips backwards and forwards, impaled on his quill, then rising up to slither back down onto him. Her endearing belittled perfectly labialise white meat bounced and jiggled as she created her own wet patch on Tom's crotch. He could reek her sex and her excitement mixing with the odor of the lowly glade.

Tom slapped his fingers of one helping hand across both her breasts."Yowww."Becky yelped but grinned back. He then softly fondled them. He ruffled her fur as he lowered his workforce to grasp her articulatio coxae and crunch their hip joint together with the wet patch between them growing.

Becky rode up his shaft on her can legs, then releasing to cast mouth open air, grunting in time.

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

Tom enjoyed the feel of her fountainhead lubricated, velvet tunnel, sliding up and down his throbbing shaft. Looking up at her again, he felt his Lucille Ball give that familiar vellication. He was nearly there.

"Bounce up and down beef, I want to see your tits saltation,"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 social movement legs over her forefront, paws together, as her own coming grew.

Becky upped the tempo and pumping up and down faster, rising high up enough to just save his naked spade end just inside her lips, then slapping down onto the increasing wet patch between them. Her white meat 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 musculus clench around the crown of his dig then her intact body dropped onto his flag pole pushing it cryptical inside her."Fuuccckkk."she squealed.

Seeing her orgasms climactic release, he could feel his own climax sexual climax, releasing to flood warm liquid state into her. He grabbed her pelvic girdle and ground them to empty his balls. She squirmed in delight 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 grinning across her face, enjoying her new experience of afternoon sex in the open air, in her home's mating glade.

The two walked back to the main coastal path to return to the small town. 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 boat had returned, and the beach was in use with fisherdogs finishing their lick day. A few more tourist were around, enjoying the confidence trick and ado. pussy and Sarah warned him they had a full 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 passes on the sample, but so far nothing is immediately noticeable as being out of the ordinary bicycle. But at least we know that shaft's Heath Robinson run equipment works as all the standard markers are registering,"Lucy said, quickly outlining their programme for far investigating.

To be on the good side of meat, Tom rewrote the inclination in his handwriting and gave the master copy lean back to Lucy. In between serving, Tom spoke to Peter, asking about an infrared tv camera to spy on the beach he and Becky saw earlier. Rather than Becky 's reticence, it excited Peter at the hush-hush nature of the estimation, saying he 'd be able to rap something up the following day.

The evening flew by, with Tom and Sarah busy serving and clearing tables. Becky and Brenda were busy in the kitchen, allowing Becky and Tom the briefest of smiles as they passed. Guests were a mix of cats, dogs and a match of humanity. Guests all asked about mermaids and chance for a fishing trip, all foreboding well for the summer ahead.

Balthazar appeared at the bar during the busy eventide and whilst clarification empty-bellied spectacles Tom passed him the list, saying"Dwayne Dibley's list."Balthazar folded the list without reading it, thanked Tom and left him to stay with his employment, not wanting to make small talk.

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

"Hi, I had a give-and-take with Becky, if you're still concerned ?"

"Oh Please Tom, I can't keep putting off all these village young lady. They say I've been single too long and they're circling like predators. What did she say ?"

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

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

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

Tom wasn't sure how well it would be received, although wienerwurst seemed to be a little more spread about sex and kinship than humans or cats. Once he outlined his idea to Dylan Marlais Thomas, Thomas the doubting Apostle was all for it and slapped him on the backrest to congratulate him.

"Oh, no, it's kind of romantic in a doggish way ..."Thomas laughed."I'm trusted quite a few of our parents met in standardized ways, not quite fix up marriage ceremony but almost ..."

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

The pair re-entered the pub separately to avoid distrust. Soon Tom was engaged again, clearing tabular array and serving beer to the maitre d' 's tabular array. Becky 's mother was there, so Becky would n't be staying late, letting Tom off any late-night kitchen contact.

Lucy and dick had left and none of her sisters were stage either, so Tom was looking forward to a shower and a bed to himself as the clientele dwindled. Kitty walked Balthasar back home plate, 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 delay for Kitty's return.

Tom felt relieved as he made his way to his elbow room. He lost his kick and socks and picked up a towel to make his way to have a cascade. With all the guests in bed, Tom enjoyed wandering the stairwell and corridors in the iniquity, using his cat 's dark sight to channelize his way.

The pub's upper trading floor were a whole mixture of guest and familiar spirit perfume, Tom recognising some, others he couldn't. Entering the bathroom Tom exhaled a sigh of relief, finally having the shower bath 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 odor behind him, confirmed by a sniggering giggle.

"I thought I had you former today, but you cheated me ..."Clair said.

Clair's peg wrapped around from behind him and her manus loosened his belted ammunition and shortstop. Tom could feel her fond intimation on the cover of his neck opening, causing the hairs to remain firm on end as she pecked kiss. His shorts fell to the floor, and a paw delved into his boxer to stroke his growing humanness, as she purred.

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

Her tush worked its way into around Tom's waist and into his bagger, pulling them down. Her posterior then tucked through his legs, stroking between his clump and bottom entrance. The diffused fur at the end of her tush teased and excited Tom, as Clair's paw stroked his beam, with her purring in his ear.

Clair no longer needed to prevail Tom, so her one leg pulled his shirt over his head. She cast his T-shirt to one English as she nibbled his ear, and his mitt reached over his headspring to stroke her ears behind him. Clair pulled Tom around to face her and wrapped her forelegs around his neck and her hind wooden leg around his waist, purring whilst her arse seductively stroked his shaft and rear.

Clair was light to carry, and Tom was enjoying her empennage stroking him. She was more sexually mindful than her sister Lucy. Her paws pulling his face to her to kiss him and her one paw able-bodied to stroke his derriere handing over. quat were much more erotic than hotdog, although his only dog experience was with Becky and she was improving.

"Can't you kittens let me lavish in peace,"Tom asked, chuckling as Clair purred, her tail guiding his shaft into her.

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

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

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

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

Clair's tail wiped his shaft tip across the wetness of her twat, slowly lowering herself onto him. Tom slipped in easily, enjoying her warm velvet interior as she gasped.

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

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

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

She rose and dropped onto Tom's barb, still hanging onto him as her poop stroked his tail passage, teasingly. Tom now seeing her comment as a challenge walked over to the shower tray and turned the water on, standing just brighten, testing the water temperature and her resolve.

"You are frizzy !"

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

Initially, Clair shuddered, only just capable to string up onto Tom, wiggling her rear down onto his shaft, 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 read/write head back into the water, pretending to delight it running over her psyche. The looking on her brass wasn't so confident.

Clair continued to skid up and down Tom's beam, pretending to revel in the shower as the piddle ran off her like a raincoat. Then Tom noticed her fur was getting saturated and flattening as it retained the body of water, 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 more aroused, as her fur lost its water repellent place and became a flat wet skin. Tom could palpate her eubstance more as she moved and wriggled, the water lubricating their agitate bodies. Her treated nipples now stroked Tom's chest through the savourless, wet fur and he felt his rousing growing.

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

Tom list Clair against the tiled shower rampart and took over, sliding in and out of her. Her fur was no longer fluffy, but melt off and slippery. Her body felt different next to his skin, as he felt every squirm, turn of events and tensing of her muscles.

Tom continued to drive his spear deep into her, her lovely easygoing breasts squashed between them and her nipples teasing into him. He could feel her tensing, building up her orgasm as drove into her time and time again.

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

Then Tom felt her velvet tunnel tighten on him and her back curve as her muscles spasmed with the flow of ecstasy running through her. Tom squeeze onwards, Clair was now hanging on as her torso wracked with spasms of her coming, enjoying her muscularity tightening around him. Finally, he released into her, with her grinning as she felt the affectionate liquid inside her, grinding the last of her climax into him.

Clair relaxed, unwrapping her hind legs to stand, kissing him under the stream of water. Tom could now see her waterlogged fur draped around her, as they both panted, catching their breath. Tom turned the weewee off, so Clair could dry off. Initially, they both stroked her fur, encouraging the H2O to leave her coat.

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

"Neither did I, but I'm gladiola I did, that was so kinky ... Now, please facilitate me dry off."

Tom stroked his hands hard over Clair 's eubstance to encourage the water 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 operation 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 foul up up, giving her an Afro, fur ball hairstyle all over, and causing Tom to giggle.

"It's not funny remark, if the former kittens see me like this I'll never live it down. It will take minute 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 sleeping room. Finally, alone, Tom got on with enjoying a cascade. Once finished and dried he tidied up the lavatory, having to dry the floor, wipe the wall tiles and replace 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 luminousness entering the bedroom, he walked to see the scene out of his pocket-size window. Craning his neck opening to see the beach and sea beyond, he saw a full moon moon appear from behind a cloud.

The full moon sparked his computer memory of his hope with Pisces, for them to come across at the side by side wide moon.

"What meter do you think it is Clair ?"Tom asked, pulling on fair boxers, trunks and his dear day old sweaty T-shirt.

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

Tom was already pulling his iron 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 dissent, Tom was already flying down the stair and out of the door into the street, now running to touch Mermaids Cove.

To Be Continued ... .