"Searching for Miss Brown"  2/4 (MF ROM)

   A work of fiction, meant for adults.  Read something else if you are not
an adult, or are offended by stories with sexual content.  Then again, if
all you're looking for is in-out, in-out, in-out, you should probably read
something else.  I welcome constructive comments.  Enjoy.

   TGM - Searching for Miss Brown - Part 2

   Why do I have to get up early, I thought to myself as I awoke to Gail
banging on the door.  "Rise and shine; remember, you asked for it!"

   Once again I was half a breath too slow to grab Nancy before she rolled
away from me.  Wow, these beds are comfortable.  Of course it could have
something to do with the way we went to sleep.

   I rolled up to sitting.  I heard the shower going already.  There
hanging over a chair next to me was the coat.  I hooked it to me with an
arm.  I was on my back and let it fall on top of me.  So nice, so soft.  I
felt myself hardening again.  Better get up.  But it would be so nice, and
only take a few strokes....

   I got up, carrying the coat.  I buried my face in the soft collar as I'd
seen Nancy and Gail do.  I could smell perfume in it.  Wow.  I opened the
closet and hung it back in its bag.  I looked at the lining.  It seemed to
have some loops in it near the bottom, some buttons and fasteners.  The
lining seemed to be very strong and attached in a way that felt unusual for
coats; it certainly wasn't like any other coat I'd seen.

   I went into the bathroom and got in the shower, putting my arms around
Nancy, turning her and kissing her deeply as I got wet.  Her surprise soon
gave way to a hug with her whole body.

   As I soaped the two of us she asked, "Sleep well?"

   I turned her so her back was to me, sliding my cock between her legs and
running my soapy hands over her breasts.  "Mmmm...  Very well.  Of course
the way I go to sleep is pretty nice too," I told her.

   She leaned back on me; I slid one hand down between her legs.  She
moaned in appreciation.  "Ohh...  I like it too."

   I started nibbling her neck and working on her earnestly.  She moaned
and wiggled a bit, then started to straighten up.  "Save that thought
darling, but I promised I'd fix breakfast."

   "When in the hell are we going to get a chance to sleep in?" I asked,
pained.

   She laughed as she rinsed.  "I don't think you want to sleep."

   She got out, and I showered and shaved.  By the time I left the
bathroom, the bed had been made and I could smell and hear bacon being
cooked downstairs.  I got dressed and headed down.

   Gail was sitting at the table drinking coffee and reading the paper. 
"Good morning, sleep well?"

   I laughed as I came down the stairs.  "Old John had good taste at
least."

   Gail looked at me and said, "He had quite a taste for hedonism.  Hell,
it's a good business for me, and I know I've got satisfied customers."

   Nancy said, "Very!" from the kitchen.

   I went in and kissed her on the back of the neck.  A large glass of
orange juice was poured; I picked it up and had a sip.  "What can I do to
help?" I asked.

   "Sit down at the table," she told me.

   "Okay, I can do that." I sat next to Gail.  She put down her paper and
smiled, then put a hand on my arm.

   I smiled and asked, "What's the plan for today?"

   She said, "After breakfast, you need to take the Jeep over..." She
pulled a piece of paper out of a pocket.  It had a map on one side, address
and phone on the other.  "...  here for the seat covers.  It will take a
couple hours, but Jeff is good.  Nancy and I will probably meet you for
lunch.  You can spend the afternoon doing what you want." She raised her
eyebrows at me.  "I'm going to make reservations for us at a good place the
locals frequent for dinner."

   Nancy brought over a plate of toast and bacon, then plates with two eggs
over easy for each of us, herself included.

   When she refilled Gail's coffee cup and sat down to join us, Gail said,
"Hon, you should visit more often."

   I made myself a bacon sandwich, and polished off breakfast.  We stacked
the dishes in the dishwasher and headed out the door.  Nancy went with
Gail. As they headed off, I said, "Hey!  Don't I get a kiss?"

   Nancy turned back to me and gave me a hug and a kiss.  "I'll see you
later."

   Then Gail grabbed me and gave me a kiss and a hug as well.  "I'll see
you later too!" she said as the two ladies walked off together laughing.

   Wow, crazy world, I thought as I got to the Jeep.  I got in and followed
the map.  I pulled into the auto upholstery and detailing shop and walked
in the door.  The guy behind the counter held out his hand.

   "You must be Bill.  I'm Jeff.  You're a little early, which is fine by
me.  Like some coffee?"

   "Good to meet you Jeff.  No thanks, don't drink it."

   "Let's look at your rig then."

   We walked out to look at the Jeep.  He looked it over, nodding.

   "You going to be coming up here a lot?" he asked.

   "I expect so," I told him.

   "You ought to put a guard on the front end to prevent the hood from
getting chipped.  Got snow chains in the back?"

   "Nope," I told him.

   "You should.  Want us to take care of that?"

   "I'd be much obliged if you would," I told him.

   He turned and hollered.  "Danny!  We need a hood guard for this
Cherokee, and a set of good cable chains.  Tell Cal it's for family.  Let's
get going with the seat covers."

   I looked at Jeff.  "Family?"

   He smiled.  "Gail is my sister.  She told me to treat you like family.
So how did you know John?"

   "It was my wife that died in the car wreck with him," I told him
straight.  It was getting easier for me to say every time I said it.

   His countenance changed.  "I'm sorry Bill, I didn't mean it that way."

   I smiled.  "No problem Jeff, I'm getting used to being another one of
those people that was fucked over by John.  In a sense he did us a favor
when he died."

   Jeff gave me a rueful smile.  "That he did, that he did."

   He turned a little.  "Hey Danny -- replace these tow hooks with
something decent, and get a set of jumper cables for the back as well, and
a strap."

   "Danny," I called out.  He walked over to us.  "How much is that stuff
going to run?"

   Danny thought for a moment.  "Two fifty, two eighty, around that." I
started reaching for my wallet.  Jeff stopped me.  "We'll settle up when
it's done." I nodded and Danny left.

   "You don't have to do this for me," I told Jeff.

   He smiled again.  "Gail says you're family, so you're family.  And let
me tell you something.  John thought his money would get him anything.  One
of the first things he did around people was to reach for his wallet. 
Around men at least, I think he reached for something else with the ladies.
Gail told me you've inherited a lot of what he had.  Don't make the mistake
of thinking money will get you everything.  Gail called you family; that's
pretty special.  My sister doesn't do that often.  Old John was around here
a lot, flashing his cash, and she never called him family."

   I held out my hand again.  "Jeff, thanks.  I'm glad to be part of the
family.  If you think I'm fucking up, please let me know.  I need all the
help I can get, especially now."

   We shook hands.  One of the other guys got in the Jeep and drove it
around to the back.

   Jeff stuck his head in the office again.  "I'm headed across the
street." He looked at me and said, "You can buy me a cup of coffee."

   I smiled and said, "I'd be honored."

   We walked across the street to a coffee shop and sat in a booth.  The
waitress came up with a cup of coffee for Jeff and asked me if I wanted
one. I told her no thanks, but I'd have a 7-Up.

   We sat and swapped stories for a while.  He told me stories of John,
again with an emphasis on his trying to use his money.  He shook his head
as he talked about John helping Gail with the business, and offering to
help him with his.  He told me of hanging out and getting pictures of John
with different women, how that hurt Gail, but how she still put up with
him.

   I told him about Janet, then about Christine.  He'd seen Janet up here a
couple times.  He'd only seen the redhead a few times.

   "Tell me more about her.  She's a new one to the puzzle.  How long ago
did you first see her, and when's the last time?" I asked.

   Jeff looked out the window in thought for a moment.  He'd only seen her
three or four times, once or twice more than Janet.  The first time was
about a year and a half ago, the last time maybe two months ago.  He might
have missed some visits, as they seemed to fly up from Los Angeles, and
then rent a car.

   I pressed him for the date of their last visit; it could help us pin
things down.  He frowned for a minute.  "Don't know for sure..." he said, "
Wait -- the date is on the pictures.  I used Gail's camera.  Gail has 'em."

   I told him of old John's calendaring habits -- we might be able to get
more from his calendar.  He laughed and shook his head when I told him of
John's tracking of his harem's menstrual periods.  He had been a randy old
goat.

   Jeff signaled it was time to leave.  The waitress had left us a check. I
picked it up and got my wallet.  I pulled out a twenty, and saw Jeff give
me a harsh look.  I put the twenty back in and pulled out a five, leaving
it on the table with the bill.  He smiled.

   We walked back over to the shop and around the back.  Both front seats
were out of the Jeep and were being wrestled into submission.  The hood was
up and a plastic deflector being attached.  Danny was underneath with an
air wrench doing something, probably the tow hooks.  Jeff told me of things
to watch out for with the Jeep, and how to drive it in the snow, and where
to park to avoid snowplows during the winter.

   We were talking when a little girl ran up to Jeff yelling, "Daddy!" Jeff
swept her up into his arms and gave her a hug.  "Hi squirt, where's your
mommy?"

   "Right here.  We were on the way to the store and I thought we'd stop
by," said a tall slender woman.

   They hugged.  Jeff had a great smile now.  "Mary, this is Bill, a friend
of Gail's.  He's part of the family, part of the John club."

   I shook her hand.  "It's a pleasure to meet you."

   Her eyes flashed with pain and then back to a smile.  She gave Jeff a
questioning glance.  Jeff hugged his daughter and told his wife, "I'll
explain later.  Gail says he's family."

   She gave me another smile.  "Does it have to do with the crash?" she
asked.

   I nodded my head.  "Yes, but everyone I've met as a result has been
wonderful.  Gail is a tremendous woman."

   She nodded and smiled, then reached for her daughter, tickling her sides
a little.  "Come on squirt, we have things to do and so does daddy."

   The little girl put her arms around Jeff's neck for a hug even as her
mother pulled her away by her waist.  "Bye daddy," she said.

   Mom and daughter walked off, Jeff and I waving.

   "What a wonderful family," I told him.  He smiled.  We walked back to
the office.  He told me he had a good business.  Not as good as Gail's, but
a good, steady business.  He worked with most of the car dealerships in
town doing their work, especially custom work.  He looked me in the eye as
he told me others had tried to take business away by cutting corners,
telling stories, or other tricks, but he and Gail had both learned that
treating people honestly worked the best for the long run.  I told him I'd
been an engineering manager, and that's the way I always treated people,
and the way I expected to be treated.

   It was another half hour or so before things were done.  We went out and
looked things over.  Danny was happy about the way the seats went in and
out; earlier models were a real pain.  Danny showed me the stuff in the
back, the strap, snow chains, and jumper cables, then the new tow hooks in
front, and explained how to take care of the seat covers, how to take care
of stains and spills.

   When he finished, I held out my hand.  He extended his and we shook. 
"Danny, thanks for all your help.  I appreciate it." He smiled and went
back to work.

   Jeff and I went back into the office.  Jeff clapped me on the back. 
"You are family.  You just did something I never saw or heard of John
doing."

   I looked at him.  "What's that?"

   "Thanking someone for what they'd done, and meaning it."

   I shook my head.  We totaled up the bill for the stuff that was added;
I'd already paid for the seat covers.  I saw the bill from the auto parts
place; it was discounted.  With everything it came to two eighty seven;
Danny had been close.

   "Can I give you three hundreds, or would you rather I gave you a credit
card?" I asked Jeff.

   He laughed.  "I'll take the cash.  You should put a couple twenties in
with the chains for the chain monkeys.  If the weather is really the shits,
or they do a really good job, you can give them an extra five or ten
afterwards, but only five or ten.  Got it?"

   I nodded and handed him the money.  "Yes sir.  Thanks for the lesson.  I
do appreciate it."

   We shook hands again.  "I know you do.  Welcome to the family."

   On the way over to the mall I stopped at a bank and changed some
hundreds into tens and twenties.  I put some cash in with the snow chains
for the tires, as directed.  What a morning, what a family, I thought.  The
way Jeff lit up when his daughter arrived; that was special.  How did I
feel about that?  How does Nancy feel about it?  I remembered what people
told me: take my time, think things through.  But some things you don't
decide with your brains.

   Now I didn't want to have my balls making the decisions either.  As a
manager I'd been learning more and more to trust my gut, to trust what I
felt.  The hiring decisions I'd made trusting my gut had been good, and the
one where I'd hired someone I didn't feel right about had turned out to be
a disaster.  But if my gut was so damned accurate, how had I missed what
was going on with Janet?  Heart and head clouded by my balls?  That sounds
too simplistic.  But is it accurate?

   I arrived at my destination without solving my problems; no big
surprise. I parked and noticed a florist down the block a ways.  I walked
over and went in.

   "Do you have Lavonda roses?" I asked the gal behind the counter.

   They didn't.  We walked over to the case to look at what they had.  I
picked some yellow ones for fragrance and had her arrange a dozen to go.  I
thanked her and headed for Gail's shop.

   I walked in with the flowers.  Another young gal, one we hadn't seen
yesterday walked up to me and said, "Are those for me?"

   "No, but I can fix that.  These are for Gail.  Where is she?" I didn't
see her in the store as I looked around.

   She seemed to blush a bit.  "Ah...  She's in back with a special
customer."

   "Nancy?" I said.

   She looked at me again and said, "Oh, you must be Bill!" She eyed me
quite thoroughly; I'd never felt I was being mentally undressed before. 
Now I know what some women complain about, although I enjoyed the feeling
once the surprise wore off.

   "I'll go tell them you're here.  We weren't expecting you for a bit. 
I'll show you to Gail's desk.  Sure those aren't for me?"

   I laughed and sat down at the desk, putting the flowers down.  I took
out the blank card and wrote, "Thanks for welcoming us into the family."

   The gal came back a couple minutes later, laughing a little and looking
a little red.  What was going on?

   "They'll be a few more minutes.  Can I get you a cup of coffee?"

   "No thanks.  Five or ten minutes?" I asked.

   She smiled and seemed to chuckle a little.  "More like ten."

   I stood up.  "I'll be back in a few minutes then."

   I walked out the door and back to the florist.  What was going on?

   My train of thought was interrupted by the spectacle of a little girl
and her mother outside another store.  The woman was standing with her
hands on her hips, obviously distraught.  The little girl, about the same
size as Jeff's daughter, was screaming as loud as she could, "I won't!  I
won't!  I won't!" Her little face was red and covered in tears.  Wow, the
other side of kids.  Was I ready for something like that?  Maybe I should
send roses to the doctor, and tell him if I ever came in to talk about
reversal he should check my head first.

   The same gal who had helped me before said, "Need something else?"

   I smiled and said, "One red rose, beautiful, in a vase, please."

   She smiled and took care of it.  I walked back to the shop and entered
with it behind my back.  Gail was at her desk, on the phone.  She waved to
me.  I walked up to the other gal and handed her the rose.

   "Is this okay?" I asked her as I set it on the counter.

   She laughed and stepped around the counter, and gave me a very friendly
hug.  I could feel her breasts squeeze against me.

   "Yes, it's beautiful!" she said.  She gave me another hug and the phone
rang.  She sighed and let go of me, turning and picking up the phone.  I
walked back to Gail's desk and sat down.  She finished her phone call, then
turned to me.

   "Nancy will be out in a couple minutes.  And thank you so much for the
flowers." She paused a bit, then continued, "You know John never got me
flowers?"

   I nodded, and told her of the fourteen dozen Lavonda roses I'd gotten
Nancy, how surprised and pleased she had been.

   Gail put a hand on mine.  "And I can tell from the way you told me how
happy it made you."

   We talked for a while about her brother, and again about John and his
habits.

   Point blank, I asked her if she still had any of the investigator's
reports on John or Nancy.  She gave me a surprised look.  I told her the
money, the whole thing, was making me paranoid.  I wanted to know as much
as I could, especially if I could get information from outside sources. 
She nodded and told me she understood, she'd give me what she had.  Then
she told me she thought Nancy was a jewel, and wouldn't hurt anybody.  She
looked over her shoulder to a door in the back, then back to me.

   Gail leaned a little closer to me and told me intently, "You are the
only thing holding Nancy together right now.  If she didn't have you, I
don't know what she would do."

   She smiled and I sighed.  Just what I needed -- more responsibility.

   She told me a little about John's first wife, how she'd seen him through
the usual hard times, raised their kids while he worked, only to find him
fooling around with another woman.  Gail told me I could read about it
myself; his wife settled for less than she could have gotten through a
protracted fight.  She took the money, the kids were in college, and moved
out of the area.  Gail had called her last week, and let her know of John's
death.

   Something made me look up.  I looked at the door in the back of the
shop, back to where the restrooms were, and saw Nancy coming out.  Gail
turned and looked as well.

   I started chuckling.  I didn't know what had gone on, but I had a damn
good idea from the way she walked, the way her hips swayed, and the very
healthy glow she had.

   She came over and sat next to me, leaning over and giving me a hot wet
kiss.  I could feel the afterglow in her; she was radiating it.

   "Well, you look like you've had quite a good morning.  Care to tell me
about it?" I asked her somewhat accusingly.

   She and Gail chuckled a little.  She put a hand on my arm and she gave
me a look of incredible lust, her nostrils flaring.  "You'll find out
later."

   She turned and looked at the roses on Gail's desk, then leaned over to
smell them.  She smiled and asked Gail, "Did you hear what he did for me?"
The smile she had on her face when she said that filled me with warmth.

   Gail nodded.  "Yes, he told me.  That's wonderful."

   Nancy looked back at me.  "Yes, he is.  Where he worked, he sent flowers
to his employees on their wedding anniversaries and kid's birthdays."

   When had I told her that?  Oh well, take praise when you can get it. 
She looked at me again and squeezed my hand.

   "But now, I'm starving!  What are we doing for lunch?"

   I laughed to myself, not saying anything.  Gail suggested a little
Mexican place around the corner; they had the best tamales in town.  That
sounded good to me.  We asked if Gail would join us; she declined, she
needed to stay at the shop.

   We walked out the door arm in arm.  When we were outside I couldn't help
it.  "Worked up quite an appetite, did you?"

   She growled and dug fingers into my arm.  "For more than lunch."

   I pried but didn't get anywhere.  We had a very good lunch; the tamales
were handmade and very tasty, especially when chased with cold beer.  I
paid cash, leaving a modest tip.

   As we walked back to the shop, a buxom redhead passed us trailing a
cloud of perfume.  Nancy and I looked at each other in shock, then both
started laughing.  We made it to a bus stop bench and sat down, holding on
to each other.

   I told her that Jeff had taken some pictures of our latest mystery gal,
and Gail should have them.  He thought they were dated, so we'd be able to
look at John's calendar.  Jeff also thought they'd flown up from Los
Angeles.

   Nancy shook her head.  "Is there an end to this?"

   I had to smile.  "Well, we know he isn't picking up any new ones."

   Nancy laughed.  "I wouldn't be so sure about that...."

   We got up and headed back to the shop.  When we walked up to Gail's
desk, she put down the phone and gave us a funny look.

   "Where's my lunch?" she asked.

   I looked at Nancy, then to Gail.  "I'm sorry.  Is it waiting?  I'll be
happy to get it."

   Gail smiled.  "Yes, it should be waiting."

   I nodded.  "Be back in a few minutes." I gave Nancy a hug and a kiss. 
"I'll miss you," I told her.  She laughed a little, then sighed.

   I walked back over to the restaurant.  It took them a few minutes, but I
got Gail's lunch and took it back.  When I returned, Nancy was nowhere to
be seen.  Gail piped up with, "She went to the bathroom.  Thanks for
getting my lunch, hon.  Don't think I could have made it to dinner."

   I asked where we were going for dinner.  She told me it was a place
locals liked; good food, a little dance floor.  She told me it should be a
fun evening, unless we wanted to turn in early.

   I laughed, then thought of something.  I told her I'd be back in about
five minutes.

   I headed out the door and down the street past the florists.  Yup,
thought I remembered a Capezio shop just down the street.  I was in luck.

   Well, not so much in luck.  They didn't have men's dance shoes in this
location.  Their location on the other side of town did.  They called, and
they did have a pair of basic black shoes in my size.  I told the gal to
hold 'em for me, I'd be over in a bit.  I got directions to the shop and
headed back for Nancy.

   She was standing with Gail, holding a box about the size of a shoebox.

   "Ready to go?" I asked Nancy.  "What's in the box?"

   She smiled to me.  "A surprise.  Let's go." She turned to Gail and said,
"See you around six."

   Gail waved to us as we headed out the door and said, "Have fun!"

   We got in the Jeep and headed off.  "Hey, the place is that way," Nancy
told me, pointing.

   "I know.  I've got a stop to make."

   "For what?"

   I looked at her and smiled.  "A surprise."

   She frowned, then smiled.

   I parked around the corner from the store and told Nancy to wait.  She
put her hands in her lap and said, "Yes dear." I gave her a quick kiss and
got out laughing.  I got the shoes, trying them on first.  They felt great.
It had been a long time since I'd gotten a new pair.  My old ones had to be
four or so years old, and were pretty beat up.  They had a plain looking
bag for me to put the box in.  I went back to the Jeep and dumped it in the
back with Nancy's plain looking box.  I got in and headed back to Gail's
place.  Nancy looked at my box and smiled.

   We got out, got our respective boxes, and went in.  I put mine down on
the table near the door.  Nancy started heading up to the bedroom.  "Busy?"
she asked, looking over her shoulder, radiating lust.

   "I hope so," I said, following her up.

   She started undressing.  "I can help with that," I told her.

   "You're a big help," she said.  "Go to the bathroom, and come out
naked."

   I nodded and went in.  I put my clothes on top of the hamper in a more
or less orderly fashion.  I peed, then ran my electric shaver over my face
one more time.

   I stepped out and saw her standing by the door wearing the fur coat and
nothing else.  Her hands were behind her back.  I took a step to her.

   "Sit on the bed and close your eyes," she told me softly.  I did it.

   I heard the soft swish of her moving closer.  I thought I could smell
her perfume.  Then I felt the touch of that fur as it brushed against my
body.  I felt her hands moving over me, one hand behind my head pulling me
into softness and the scent of perfume.  I put my arms around her as she
held me, and took a deep breath through my nose.

   And the next thing I knew, I was on my back on the bed with Nancy
looking down on me.  I blinked a couple times and tried to move.  My arms
and legs were tied down, something around my wrists and ankles.

   I started thinking about that when Nancy lowered herself down a bit and
slid along me, brushing me with her body and that coat; so much for
thinking.  I moaned and closed my eyes.

   She moved away.  I felt a pillow being put under my head.  "Was that a
nice surprise?" she asked.

   I laughed a little.  "It was certainly a surprise.  Now what?"

   She stroked my cock with the fur cuff of a coat sleeve.  I moaned.  "Now
you tell me what's in the box you got," she said.

   When I caught my breath, I told her, "Go look for yourself; I'm not
going anywhere for a while."

   She ran a hand up my inner thighs, snapping my head back.  "Oh, I'm
going to take you to some very exciting places, but I want you to tell me
what's in the box."

   I started laughing; a challenge.  "I'll never tal..."

   My mind was interrupted by her taking me in her mouth, with her hands
adding to the fun.  She worked me fast and furious, then suddenly stopped.
My hips kept going for a while.

   "Ready to talk?" she sighed in my ear, leaning over me and punctuating
her remark with a tongue in my ear.

   "Never," I panted.

   "Good.  I hoped you wouldn't be easy."

   I laughed again and looked at her.  She smiled, then covered my eyes
with eye shades.  I relaxed; might as well, not much else I could do.  She
moved on top of me, a hand sliding behind my head again.  She held me to a
nipple and I sucked hungrily, dizzily, as her other hand moved down to my
cock.  She pulled away as I got close to the edge.  She said something in
my ear, but I was too dizzy to understand her.

   "Well?" she asked, running fingernails down my chest to my balls.  My
response was another moan.

   She went down on me again, taking me in her mouth, this time adding her
tongue and occasionally nipping me with her teeth.  I tried to stay relaxed
and let her take me over the edge, but she pulled back at the last moment.

   Once again I felt her near my ear, her hot breath saying, "What's in the
box, sweetie?" I laughed and panted.

   She started moving over me again.  She squeezed and sucked at my
nipples, nipping them occasionally with her teeth; I'd never experienced
that before.  She ran her hands over me, and I never knew where she was
going to touch me next.  She'd be running her hands along the inside of my
thighs, then I'd feel fur around my neck and her tongue or a nipple in my
mouth.  Then her hands would be stroking my belly and the insides of my
hips, making my hips move up to her.

   She took me to the edge, and let me cool down.  Then she took me to the
edge again.  All the time, at least when she didn't have me in her mouth,
she was saying, "What's in the box?  What's in the box?"

   I was so close, I wanted to come so bad.  I tried staying relaxed and
letting her carry me over the edge, but she'd stop before I got there.

   I was dizzy and panting.  She was running her hand on my chest.  I
flexed my hips again, trying to get my cock to her hand, to the fur on her
sleeve, anything to take me over the edge.

   "So what's in the box, sweetie?  Are you going to tell me?"

   I panted and moaned.  "I want to come..."

   She laughed.  "Then tell me what's in the box."

   I moaned and tried to get my hips up again, then relaxed on to the bed.
I was getting sweaty; this was hard work.

   I felt the bed move.  "Where are you going?" I cried out.  "Don't leave
me!"

   "Oh, I'll be back; don't worry."

   I heard the bedroom door open and close.  I laughed a bit as I panted,
getting control of myself again.  What a trip this was.  I'd never
experienced anything like it before.

   I thought about floating in the pool, on that float, my face above the
water.  Breathe regularly, slowly, relax and unwind.

   I must have dozed off; her mouth was on me again, and I could feel fur
on my legs and balls as her hands worked the part of my shaft not in her
mouth.  I moaned again; I was so close.

   And she pulled away.  She laughed again.  "What's in the box, sweetie?
Tell me what's in the box, and I'll let you come.  Oh, I'll take you over
the edge so slowly and wonderfully.  All you have to do is tell me what's
in the box."

   I moaned and shook again.  She tightened up the straps on my hands and
feet, then started roaming all over my body again.

   At one point she rested on me, my cock between her breasts, moving
slightly but not enough, saying, "Tell me what's in the box." I was too
dizzy to say anything, just wanting to come.  She took me in her mouth
again, taking me to the edge.  She teased me by running her hands and the
coat over my body.

   She brought me to the edge time and again, only to pull back and let me
recover briefly.  Finally, as she ran her hands along my chest and groin, I
couldn't take any more.  I was panting so much it was hard for me to get a
deep breath.  But I did, and finally, in response to her repeated question,
"Tell me..." I screamed out my answer.