0 comments/ 14056 views/ 0 favorites Cathy Come Home By: Egmont0409 CATHY Stifling a yawn, Brick Castle wished life wasn't such a bore. He'd worked hard all day, his wife and he were undergoing a trial separation and all her girlfriends knew that and had cut him dead. Bitches. Women tended to gang up on a guy like that. Brick put on a butt-fucking DVD after dinner but it did nothing for him, except make him yawn more. Cathy liked to butt-fuck; why wasn't she here? Oh yeah, she was sick of cleaning up after him and arguing. Finally tired of her complaints he'd told her to go home to her mother and she did. Next day Cathy had him meet her in their attorney's office and they'd ended up signing a trial separation agreement. Well at least she'd paid the bill, using her own money. Cathy might be an unstable person but she did some things in style and even offered sex an hour before she left with her bags for her mother's mansion. The front door bell went. "Fucking evangelists calling at this time of night." He cracked his knuckles preparing to tell them where they could go. PETRA The heavily built blonde said, "Hi Brick." "Oh hi Petra," he said. Petra his age of thirty-three was married to one of his golfing buddies. Although she wore glasses and had thick legs she was okay. Her big tits tended to catch the eye. "May I come in?" "Yeah sure," he said, stepping aside. Her dress was tight emphasizing she had a fat belly. He almost asked rudely what did she want. "Max said this morning Cathy had gone home to her mother for a while." "Yeah a trial sep. Apparently I get up her nose too much." "I've always found you very pleasant." Huh? "It's Max's bowling night so I thought I'd drop by to check that you are okay." Brick said a little nervously, "Cathy only left two days ago." "God the way Max was talking he made it sound like Cathy left weeks ago." Brick thought he better not tell her to go. "Come through. I'll fetch drinks. White wine?" Petra said thanks and headed for the snug, the only room ahead of her with lights on. Opening a bottle of wine Brick heard Petra scream, "Ohmigod!" He rushed to her aid, only to find her bug-eyed watching this guy with a beard and a cock as big as his arm pushing into the butt of a babe bent over and pulling her cheeks apart. Jesus. Petra panted, "Ohmigod." "Sorry, oh I'm so sorry Petra. I was bored so put on a DVD um, not bothering to check what it was. It's um one of Cathy's choices. I'll..." "No leave it on. I've always been curious about anal sex." "Doesn't Max...?" "No. Do you and Cathy?" "Um I'll get the wine." Petra was so glued to the screen that she almost dropped her wine when taking it "He didn't pull out and shoot up her back," Petra complained. Brick said he wasn't familiar with that DVD and switched off the player. "God I can't believe watching that could make me excited; look at my nipples." Brick looked at Petra rolling a now clearly prominent nipple. "Do you like looking at my breasts?" "Um." She faked a growl and said, "Are you a man or a mouse Brick Castle?" "Petra please," Brick said, pulling out a handkerchief and dabbing his forehead. Petra braced her legs and placed her hands on her hips. "Don't you find me attractive Brick? You've never hit on me." Very unwisely Brick blurted, "You have one of the best butts around Petra. Honest. I find it er riveting." "Riveting?" "Yes, used in the sense of mesmeric." "Ohmigod, there's something about me you really like." "You are upfront, friendly and have personality." "Oooh Brick." By her tone Brick knew he was in deep shit. "Look do you mind if I ask you to finish your wine and go? I have er a headache." "I want you to try me out for anal Brick, if not tonight sometime soon." "Okay," he croaked, again unwisely. Petra turned, flicked up her skirt, pulled her panties down a bit and then said the unbelievable. "Kiss my butt Brick, both cheeks. I want you to feel committed." She really did have a great ass, full, very rounded and it stuck out behind her just a bit. His cock, bent over in his underpants, grew longer but painfully. He knew it would be a pleasure treating her to anal, but where was no sense encouraging her. However his tongue ran ahead of his brain. "Nice ass Petra. Remind me to fill it sometime." Brick couldn't believe he'd said that. Was he fucking insane? "Oh darling. Max is guest presenter at a university night class tomorrow. I'll come over at 7:15 and will bring condoms and lube. You might like to fuck me conventionally as well." Petra attempted to get him to kiss her ass again but he pressed a hand to his head, faking a pained look and declined. She left after kissing him with just a hint of tongue. * * * The doorbell went at 7:00. Fucking evangelists. Wrong, it was Petra. She swept in and went straight to the bedroom. Brick scratched his ear thinking how did she know which was the master bedroom? Had she been there with Cathy? One could never be sure what would two women get up to if left alone. By the time Brick caught up with her she had the lights on, the top cover pulled back and had stripped. He swallowed. She jumped on to the bed and rose on to her knees just like Anal Annie had done on the edge of the bed in that DVD and holding out a spray can of lube purred, "Come on slowcoach." Brick dropped his trousers and sprayed his dick. "Shouldn't you spray my anus? Jimmy did that to Anal Annie on the DVD?" "Oh yes." "You do know how to do anal?" "Yeah sure. At college we guys used to do it blindfolded and later had to nominate which of the babes we'd penetrated anally and in what order. The winner received a butt plug." Brick hadn't wanted to spray Petra because he wished it to be too painful for her virgin ass and she'd run off home crying and he would have not committed adultery... er at least not to the finish. He sprayed and watched the excess run down her crack and his erection twanged out into absolute readiness. Petra reached around and pulled her cheeks apart. God what a magnificent ass, sculptured by Michelangelo no less. Under the revised plan he'd intended to ram it in to send her running home to sit crying in a warm bath. But something happened. It was too beautiful to abuse. With great tenderness and soft passion floating through his breast, Brick patted and stroked and kissed the expanse of creamy virgin territory. He worked a finger in and around and then slowly worked it wider and then eased in both thumbs to stretch the chute wider. Petra was groaning and smacking her pussy. "Oh this is so wonderful, so wonderful." She purred. "You are so gentle." Fifteen minutes later sweating, rested and with it in as far as Brick could get it without Petra renewing her yelling, he was ready to make her day, er evening. He began moving. "Ohmigodohmigodohmigodohmigodohmigodohmigod," she chanted in Greek although he thought there was something familiar about that chant. She began moving back on to him with good timing. Brick began squeezing in farther. Petra began sweating and panting and finally he was fully in. She hit her clit and bawled liked a cow giving birth, hurling him into a massive ejaculation. After an hour's nap Petra decided to go. She waddled to the front door where she kissed Brick, burying her tongue into his mouth, and then yawned and said, "We must do this again." She waddled to her car, a hand holding her butt. Brick was almost asleep when his phone went. "Hi, I'm in a hot bath drinking gin. I feel wonderful." "Great," Brick yawned. "You forgot to have pussy sex." "No I didn't. When I rolled you over you pushed me away and said no, that your butt felt on fire." "Oh did I? Darling all I remember is walking to my car like a duck, like a well-fucked duck." "Sorry about that. Try to think of it that anal is for aficionados. Good night." Brick was worried about her calling him darling. His pals reckon if a woman calls you darling after a stray fuck that signals she intends digging her hooks into you. Shit. PAULA On Saturday at 12:50 Cathy's older sister Paula breezed in, waking Brick who was dozing in the snug during ads interrupting sport on TV. "Hi I've brought lunch for us. It needs heating up so I'll do that on fan bake. Lock the door." "Lock the door?" "Yes Terry is at golf but someone might visit you." "Who?" "Christ Brick, how would I know? Cathy says you give her the best anal she ever receives." "What!" "Oh sorry, perhaps I ought not have used present tense. Cathy says you are great at giving anal." "Paula you are my sister." "I know that so nothing has changed, has it?" Brick could think how to answer that. At times women could put it across him perfectly. "You don't look convinced darling. Listen in my book anal is not the accepted way of committing adultery so we can do it without feeling guilty. Just don't touch my cunt and we'll be fine." Brick had difficulty getting his head around that but guessed it was just Paula at her illogical best. She unzipped him and had him up hard, giving him no time to get out of his chair. She then kicked off her slip-ons and pulled off her dress. She wasn't wearing panties. A tube of lube appeared from no where, probably from a pocket in her dress if dresses had pockets, and she applied it to his dick and grinning gave him a few beautiful stokes with the skill of an accomplished fiddler God he'd never thought of motor mouth Paula having any sexual talent. He thought that lay with her mom and youngest sister Star. With a name like Star she'd been designed to work in the sex industry but in fact was in her final year at med school. He'd been seduced by both Star and her mom, er separately, the first summer he'd been dating Cathy. The family had rented a mountain cabin for the holidays. He'd thought about fucking about fucking all the women near senseless on Day 1 of the camp in the manner in which men dream on when relaxed, which is why wives won't allow their men to day dream. But dream turned to reality when Star and then her mom rubbed up against him and he crumbled and then worried he'd fouled the nest, But nothing was ever said. Perhaps Star and her mom had both wondered would he be any good for Cathy and so decided without consulting each other to run a test. Or was that thinking too complicated for females? Star just eighteen at the time had been so excited at being fucked be a decent sized dick (her words) she'd continuously drooled even when he was kissing her. He'd been disappointed lusty Star had never came back for more. He sometimes caught her mom staring at him vacantly as if running that camping encounter through her mind. Oh crap. By the time he'd reminisced that far, Paula had slapped lube round her butt hole and he slipped into the tunnel as easy as a tube train leaving the station. "Ohmigod, you're longer than I'm used to," she blurted. Brick grinned proudly and slipped the pillow behind his back under his ass, improving the angle, and as Paula dropped into her first bounce, facing away from him, she squealed, "Squeeze my boobs." He squeezed her right tit and reached round and sank three fingers into pussy and rubbed his thumb over her clit. Paula yelled "This is fucking great" and went "Oink, oink, oink, oink, oink, oink." She had great stamina. He'd ejaculated into her and when she finally came they both rolled apart panting and in a sweaty mess. Brick was amazed that with three children and a grumpy husband she could be so energetic and enjoy it so much. Paula ignored the mess and backed against him, pulled his head down and they tongued and she placed his hands on to her tits and ordered him to play with them. Yes ordered. Paula made him undress and then pulled him by his half-stack dick to the kitchen and said they should both stay nude because she could go one more session. "Pour the drinks you wonderful anal man." ROSEMARY Two evenings later a few minutes after Brick had arrived from the office the front door bell went. He remained relaxed, thinking it was too early for evangelists. A woman with no apparent tits smiled up at him. Besides been short she had gray hair and a very wide mouth. Wide mouth meant a wide... Naughty boy, Brick thought He noticed the cake tin. "Hi Mr Castle. I arrive with greetings and a tin full of fresh baking. We haven't met. I'm Mrs Sheath from just along the street a bit. Your wife and I often chat at the supermarket or hair saloon or she leans over the fence when I'm out gardening and we talk about flowers." Brick wished she were in her garden right now... er... after quick delivery of cookies. "About now is usually when I have a drink." Brick wasn't sure what to do with that information. "Cyril is at my mother's." "Oh you have a dog?" "Cyril is my husband. We don't have a dog." "Then who's at your mother's?" Mrs Sheath sighed and said she understood Brick's confusion and the reason for his stress. She better come in and accept the offer of a glass of wine. She brushed past Brick. He followed her to the kitchen wondering why she was so pushy and was Cyril at her mother's to escape. Brick placed a glass of Chardonnay in front of her and filled his glass. She remained staring at her glass. Mrs Sheath ended the awkward silence. "I only drink red wine." Jesus. Perhaps Mr Sheath was on his way to hide out in Central America? He poured a red wine and she asked to see the label and grunted. Brick though was that a grunt of approval or disapproved? He was unlikely to ever know. "Why has Cathy run home? Have you committed adultery?" "Good heaves no." "So Cathy is not at her mother's?" "Yes, I was saying not to adultery. She left me four days ago for reasons that shall remain confidential." Mrs Sheath said actually she now had a new theory about Cathy's 'evacuation'. "She's become emotionally exhausted at constantly attempting to reach understanding with you." They sat in silence and then Mrs Sheath startled Brick; she appeared to be masturbating, becoming very red-faced about it. Then she said, "Ohmigod." "What?" "This is so embarrassing." "It's okay, I've seen women masturbating before." She laughed. "No you fool. I pulled my skirt up when I sat and the textured top of my bar stool has caught in the fastener of my suspender belt. I need you to help free me." "Mrs Sheath if I were to do that and Mr Sheath came in, what would he think?" "He's 250 miles away staying with my mother while he renovates her kitchen. Anyway, since we are becoming this intimate you must call me Rosemary." "Rosemary?" "Yes Brick?" "You know my name?" "A woman as intelligent as your wife is likely to not only know your name but remember it and use it when speaking to me about you." "Oh." "Brick cut the crap and come and free me. Don't expect to be shocked; I am wearing panties." Brick couldn't figure out how old Rosemary was. For some reason she appeared young as well as old. The 'gray' hair was actually purple streaks dyed into her color-fading brunette hair. Ah was that an attempt to cling to youthfulness? "Do you have purple streaks in your hair, um, down there?' Rosemary twittered. "Oh you naughty man. For all you know I might have no hair down there." "Do you?" Rosemary tensed. "Are you really that interested Brick?" He couldn't hold her intense stare so looked down as he walked towards her and said, "Are you asking me to incriminate myself?" She hissed but only because she was sucking in breath. Brick stared at her exposed upper thighs and asked, "How do you suggest we do this?" "Will you be embarrassed if you smell pussy?" "Nah. I'm used to it." "I bet. Well first I'll remove my skirt," she said. She pulled a zip and lifted her skirt over her head. She was wearing a soft kind of bra that did nothing for tit shape. Rosemary placed a hand on Brick's shoulder as if restraining him from pulling away. "Is my arousal odor okay?" He bent right down and sniffed heartily and clutching her left breast Rosemary almost toppled off the stool. Brick caught her and she cooed the expected, "God you feel so strong. Um I think we have forgotten about freeing me." "Ah yes." Rosemary, big-eyed, said, "I may say I have welcomed these diversions." "Diversions?" "Your attempted seduction." "Rosemary, I really don't..." "Hush I understand your predicament Brick and know we have only just met. It's been several days since you had sex. Your balls must be really aching." "D-do you have tits?" "I have some breast development yes. But please free me first." First? What did she mean by that? Brick wondered. Did she mean free her and then she'd show him her tits?" "First?" he said hopefully. "Yes free me and then you may look at my wee breasts." The big action hero spun her chair partly around, lifted Rosemary's right leg and placed it over his shoulder only to find it was the back of the left thigh that was snared. The right leg was dropped and the left one raised and Brick bent down and unhooked the outsized loop of textile of the chair covering that had snagged in the clasp of the garter suspender at the top of the stocking welt. "Oooh thanks, Here allow me to kiss you. She kissed him on the cheek and he turned his head. She opened her thin lips and his tongue pushed without resistance into her mouth. Rosemary moaned and reached down and played with his cock and balls but didn't unzip him. Brick's erection strained against the zip. Still no action from Rosemary. Gradually becoming bored with tonguing that was going nowhere Brick placed both of her legs over her shoulders and told her to lift her butt. He pulled off her thick and somewhat over-large panties. "Oooh we are to fuck are we?" she smiled after removing her tongue from his mouth after yet another session. "If that's what you want." "Oh please but be gentle. I haven't had one for a while. Cyril is seventy-two you know." A dog seventy-two? Then Brick recalled Cyril was the husband taking her mom's house apart. Licking his lips Brick pulled Rosemary's rather bony legs apart, looked down an gasped at the mass of the bush, almost a jungle. "How old are you Rosemary?" "Sixty-three." Brick's erection died and remained in sullen slack for the best part of two days. Of course Rosemary was disappointed. Brick pumped another wine into her to improve her mood and at the door she turned and said she was sorry he was unable to maintain an erection. "Now I know why Cathy has left you. For goodness sake seek expert medical help. CHERI The doorbell rang just before the start of the game at 7:30. "Fucking evangelists," Brick muttered, balling his fists. The purveyor of religion was solo on door-to-door marketing of the alleged Word of God. Eyeing the sweet-young-thing, Brick was tempted but thought he really wasn't a candidate for doorstep conversion. "No thank you sweetheart." "But handsome sir, you don't know what I'm selling?" she cooed, fluttering her eyelashes underscored by the Devil's eye make-up. "The alleged Word of God." She looked slightly taken aback and that gave Brick the chance to make his assessment. Tits about average although still pushed forward in greeting; age way, way below sixty-three. "How old are you?" She answered, "In case it has some relevancy, I'm twenty-seven. I attended our company's half-day marketing course for beginners and they described our competitors polluting the doorsteps of citizens. Eleven of them were named as evangelists of various denominations but I can't recall mentioned the Alleged Word of God people. Are you sure they are registered to sell door-to-door?" Cathy Come Home "I wouldn't have a clue." "Sir I can show you my credentials." "Those two upfront convince me who you are darling." She colored and began her pitch. Brick listened patiently. "I've made it brief," she said coloring. "May I use your bathroom." "What for?" She turned amazingly pink even in the fading daylight and Brick then understood what she was on about. "Oh you want to pee?" She nodded and looked crestfallen when he said she should have said. "Come through." And then strip and spread on the bed; except he didn't say that last bit. She followed like a lamb to slaughter. It had been ten days since Brick had goofed with Rosemary and he his confidence and hunger were back and his dick was looking for work. He showed her to the bedroom suite. She looked nervously behind so he didn't follow her immediately but was in the bedroom when she came out looking far more relaxed. "God that was good. I hadn't had one in three hours." "I haven't had one in ten days," Brick said, although not meaning to voice that thought. She looked confused and diverted by saying, "This is a lovely room." "Agreed. Try the bed." She sat on it and bounced a couple of times and said "Oooh." Brick said beside her and said stay there. "Let's discuss your sales pitch." The stupid young cow looked pleased and said, "You are very interested aren't you" and Brick tugged an ear and said more than she'd ever believe. She repeated her earlier explanation she was selling annually renewable passwords for her company's 108-volumn of encyclopedias now on-line and fully interactive. Brick hung his head and murmured, "My wife and I have no need for encyclopedias; we don't have children." "Oh that's such a shame. You'd make such a lovely daddy." Something told Brick he was within an ace of getting in. He was never wrong when thinking that providing he didn't screw up. She looked around the room and asked where was his wife. Not meaning to say it, he said it. "She's left me." "Ohmigod, you poor man." Her eyes brimmed. Brick knew just exactly the right tone and with eloquence and her pussy was his for brief visitation rights. "Why did she leave you?" And Brick knew he'd blown it, completely. His mouth opened and he stupidly lied, "Because I can't sustain an erection ." Miraculously something amazing happened and Brick thought perhaps this babe was a disciple of the Devil if he (or she) bothered to have evangelists making house calls. The young woman sobbed, "Oh your poor darling" and hugged him and Brick had a tit out and a nipple between his lips in record time. She cried, "Ohmigod what are you doing?" He dropped the tit and before kissing her thoroughly said, "Just testing. A sexy young woman like you might just be what's needed to provoke a sustainable erection." "Oooh, I'll gladly be a guinea pig. Brick felt her legs open. He wasn't thrilled about the concept of fucking a guinea pig but that ridiculous thought faded as the young woman engaged to eventually become sated and sleepy and revealed her name was Cheri. She stayed the night after calling her mom to say truthfully she would stay with a friend. From that night Brick became a little more tolerant of evening doorknockers peddling their wares. MIRABELLA Brick was on a huge salary as a hospital complaints attorney in the legal department of the city's largest hospital. He headed a section with the brief, simply put, 'to deal with and reduce complaints, minimizing the hospital from claims alleging liability, culpability and manipulating complainants to avoid the hospital becoming involved in drawn-out litigation'. The Monday after his Friday night of extreme bedroom gymnastics with the extremely fit and as it turned out passionate Cheri, Brick walked into his office to find his new PA waiting for him. She had been thoroughly briefed by the director of HR, a former girlfriend of Brick's who remained a pal. Mirabella de Grasse prepared to introduce herself but was halted by the boorish behavior of the man. He simply stood gaping at her and said Jesus. But Brick recovered, aware she was replacing a cold-ass woman who had requested a transfer because Brick had inexplicably commenced to hit on her up to twice a day, advances she claimed had been repelled. The lying bitch left out the two times he'd finished making a home run. He couldn't afford to have his broad reject him too soon because he'd then be labeled a lecher on that underground system guys knew female workers used to network nasty things about males. Brick didn't wear five hundred buck suits to be sneered at by office women. "Good morning Miss de Grasse. I am honored you have been promoted to this position." "Well I volunteered after finding there were no other candidates." "A slip up in promoting the vacancy I am sure." "Mr Castle, please allow me to state that I am not a woman of easy virtue." "Thank you and just as well as you would be back in the typing pool." "I have a business degree and have never worked in the word-processing section.;" Unfazed by her attitude and parrying, Brick said smoothly, "Good for you. Do you know anything about legal work?" "A little?" "How big a little?" She smiled for the first time and he looked closely at her tits for the first time and his eyes watered. Her face reshaped from near-contempt into concern. "Are you okay?" "Fine, really," Brick said, wiping his eyes. "I have a current practicing certificate as a paralegal executive in this state." "Wow, you come as a total package." Sensing the dog was making a sexual slur, Mirabella snapped, "In what way?" "Your immaculate appearance, your office qualifications, your charming manner and the two excellent testimonials that I read before saying you would do." "I would do?" "Yes even a girl straight from high school could perform the elementary duties for me." That virtually kneecapped Mirabella in her attempt to exercise control. "I think you will find me adaptable to all your needs. Please call me Mirabella." "All my needs?" Mirabella eyed his crotch for the first time and she averted her gaze, shaking her head to clear it. "Shall we say mostly?" "Totally when speaking in context of your office duties and responsibilities." "Ah yes, totally. Why are you looking at me like that?" "Oh I apologize. My thoughts were running away on me. I was just thinking you appear to be twice the woman of your predecessor." Mirabella flushed involuntarily. At the same time her knees involuntarily knocked together once and then widened. She was standing alongside her desk so sat down, feeling blood rush to her lips, breasts and vulva. The director of HR had warned her Mr Castle had a reputation for being a lecher and Mirabella said she was experienced in handling randy men. The two women had laughed and had really cracked up when Mrs Jones had said Mirabella might find Mr Castle has rather a lot to handle. Her hand cupped involuntarily and blood rushed. Oh god. She had had only one man since leaving college eight years ago and still lived with him. Thoughts of sex radiated between them and so both knew it would be only a matter of time before it was all on. Three days after Mirabella began as Brick's PA they finished work at 5:00. She locked the door and they developed their sex routine on the sofa over the next hour and then left for their respective homes. That set the routine they followed two or three late afternoons a week. Also whenever Mirabella's partner went away for a sports weekend with his pals, Mirabella would spend much of that weekend in Brick's bed. SEXUAL EXCESS It began incrementally and therefore escaped notice and to some extent any early warning bells would inevitably have been blocked by the male ego. Mirabella began calling on Brick on her partner's bowling nights. Cheri the encyclopedia salesman began calling on Thursday nights and would smile and ask to use the toilet, wearing more and more revealing clothes to expose more and more of her lush body. Sometimes they fell to the floor and had their first fuck just inside the still open front door. Brick's best golfing friend's wife Petra sometimes came one night a week and always on Sunday morning when her husband was at church. When Brick arrived home from Saturday morning golf he'd find his sister Paula with lunch ready for them and all she wanted in return was Saturday afternoon sex, always anal. Old Rosemary dropped in with cookies weekly but all she got in return were two glasses of red wine. She claimed that gave his sufficient courage to go home and fuck her older husband. Alas, even the good life crumbles. Eventually Brick's skin began to look translucence yellow, he suffered a couple of boils on his rump but fortunately medics at the emergency clinic diagnosed correctly. He'd thought he had a virulent STD. But the real worry was weight loss. Finally Rosemary put two and two together. "Does you family have a history of cancer?" "I don't think so. They mostly died of heart stoppages in their late eighties-early nineties." "Well that is encouraging. At the same time all families will eventually their first death due to cancer." That evening the now morbid Brick was at a clinic having blood and other tests. Everything appeared normal and the physician when through Brick's case notes point by point and eventually turned to the initial questionnaire and when coming to the response of sexual activity, and noting the answer given was 'normal', asked just what was currently 'normal' for his patient. Brick listed his activity with Mirabella. The physician said that was beyond normal. Brick added Cheri, Petra and Paula and the physician, white-faced, said in awe, "Ohmigod, it's a wonder you managed to drag yourself here." Acting on doctor's orders Brick attempted to severe sexual relations with all women. But none of them would accept such rejection. He reported back to his physician on that lack of success and acting on doctor's orders called on his wife Cathy, meeting her in a bar. She eyed him in delight and said, "Do you have cancer?" Brick was shocked by her cavalier manner. Oh god, what had he done to dear Cathy? When on their third drink he pleaded, "Cathy come home." Unsteady in speech she asked why. "Doctor's orders." Brick said sheepishly he'd been a bad, bad boy and without giving names told her everything. "So your physician says if I'm back with you these women won't come near you?" "Yes that's what he said and emphatically. He said although men called women bitches women tended to respect other women. It was a herd thing." "A what?" "Never mind." "I bet those women of you little herd included Petra and Paula?" "Who are they?" Cathy leaned forward to peer at him and fell on to the floor. After kissing her and reseating her, Brick pleaded again, this time pathetically, "Cathy come Home." "Okay on three conditions," she slurred. "One, as soon as you recover I get more sex than I used to receive." "Two, you double my monthly allowance." She stopped and Brick said okay but what was the third condition. "I have been to a specialist. She says if I totally adhere to a fertility program there's a chance I can still produce children at my age." "Oh great. If we have children we will be diverted from fighting." Cathy sighed and said only an attorney would think like that. Brick was ever so pleased. He decided he better get Mirabella appointed to another position of equal grading or better because once Cathy clapped her eyes on those great tits and Mirabella's wide mouth she'd create a huge scene. Brick had at last accepted he'd been fucking himself to death. It was not the thing for a smart guy to do. He'd be happy to have Cathy home and would attend to her needs. He looked at her weaving on her bar stool and grinned. Cathy had a wide mouth and he knew for a fact that meant a wide pussy and a that meant he could last longer. THE END