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************************ Thank You **********************************

Mrs. James Wentworth Preston   Chapter 50 - Maryann Gets a New Car  


**************************** Story Prolog ******************************
My name is Justine.  I write about my family and the fantastically wild, sexy things they do.  They tell me, I write it down.  Some of the stuff I 
know about, some I just have to believe them, if you know what I mean. 
 
We live in small-town USA.  James, my husband, Junior, my Son, who goes to College, and Maryann, my Daughter, who just finished high school.  In this chapter you'll read about Dr. John and Dr. Susan, Emily's guardians.  Emily is Junior's virgin love from College.  Liz is her friend from the dormitory.  Patty is Bob Wentworth's wife, he's James' cousin and Junior's Chemistry Prof. Kate is the Dean of the Biology department.  Celeste is some bimbo that Maryann has the hots for at this stockbroker's place we visited yesterday.

This story begins on Tuesday morning after 'The Date'.  Maryann wakes Junior with a plan, Emily's guardians make plans, I make a plan for my assets and succeed, Liz wants to know all Emily's past, present, and future plans, Kate shares plans with Emily about Ste. Joan's and then Patty takes Emily shopping.  Maryann and Celeste discover hidden resources and finally Maryann gets pissed about a new car.  It's a pretty wild day.  I hope I wrote it well enough so you can keep up and follow the various threads (lines of story).

I hope you enjoy the story.  If you missed any previous chapters, you'll 
find them in the archive at ASSTR.  If you have difficulty in finding them, send me a note and I'll send you some simple search instructions that Junior wrote, just to help you find them.  It is confusing; all 
those options! 
******************* Thanks for reading my stories **********************
******************* Mrs. James Wentworth Preston ***********************

Mrs James Wentworth Preston

Chapter 50

Maryann Gets A Car

For the next six days things seemed to move so quickly for the 
Prestons, the Wentworths, Billy Joe, and especially Emily, that by 
next week it would seem like a blur.  There were a lot of important 
decisions, important meetings - both professional and social - and, 
naturally a lot of sex! 

For example, Junior lie in bed that Monday night, having arrived home 
late when no one was up, so exhausted that he just went straight to 
bed, and could only believe that he was dreaming, reliving the blow 
job that Emily had given him only a few hours before.  Then the 
cocksucker moved to straddle him and he could feel a tight pussy 
surround his cock in the most pleasant fashion.  He was amazed that 
Emily would do this!

"Emily!  What are you doing?"  Junior mumbled, struggling from his 
sleep.

"He, he!  I'm not Emily!  It's me!  Your loving sister!" Maryann 
giggled as she bounced gently on Junior's hard-on!

Junior came awake fast and figured out what was happening.

"Oh, hi Sis!  What's all this!"

"Hmmmmm, this is fucking!" Maryann replied.  "Feels good, right?"

"Yes!  But why now, in the middle of the night?  It is the middle of 
the night, isn't it?"

"Yeah, but I need to talk to you.  When you didn't come home, I 
decided to wake you up later to tell you what's been going on!  Now is 
'later', okay?"

"Okay, okay!  What going on?" Junior asked.

"Well, Mom and I went shopping and found this wonderful lingerie shop 
with the neatest swim suits. .  . ."

"What!  You woke me to tell me about buying swim suits?" Junior asked 
incredulously.

"No, no.  We also went to the Volkswagen dealer and I'm going to ask 
Dad to get me a little yellow beetle.  One with a CD, Air 
conditioning, and a sunroof!"

"That's great!  But why tell me?  Tell Dad!"

"No, I can't until you choose a car too!  Have you looked?" Maryann 
asked.

"No, but I'm going tomorrow with Emily.  She wants a car too!"

"Okay, good," Maryann squeaked as a small cum raced through her.  She 
paused a minute in her groin movement atop of Junior's swollen 
erection.  "I got those papers for you to sign from the stockbrokers.  
Dad read them and said that they're all okay, just the necessary 
standard agreements to set up an account.  Just sign them in the 
morning and I'll take them back at 9AM.  I have an appointment with 
Celeste; she's going to explain them to me so I can learn.  I'll get 
them to make copies and I'll bring a set home."

Important business taken care of, Maryann again began to churn her 
hips, fucking herself on Junior's fat, hard cock.

"So," Maryann asked gently, "how did it go with you and Emily?"

"Good!  No, better.  Great!  She's really looking forward to meeting 
you and Mom, as well as Aunt Louise and Heather.  I told her about 
Mother's Blessing.  She's really ready to get on the pill and I 
suggested that she listen to Louise and Heather first.  We'll be 
spending the night Thursday at Bob and Patty's.   Ahhhh, God!  
Maryann!  You're pussy is so hot, so tight!"

"Yeah, that too.  What did your sweet virgin think about you fucking 
your sexy Sister, not to mention your Father and Mother?"

"She was a little amazed and I expect that she'll have lots of 
questions for you this weekend.  Oh yeah, I'm going to talk to Billy 
Joe and see if he wants to set up a double date for Saturday night.  
We'll pick you and Emily up at the dorm and go dancing.  I'll have to 
talk to him.  Then we'll call you two at the dorm on Saturday morning, 
ask you out, and set a time.  Oh, where is Billy Joe?  Isn't he here?  
OH, I SEE!!!  That's why you're fucking me!  Billy Joe isn't here, is 
he?  Sis, you sure are a horny slut!"

Maryann just giggled, "He, he, he!" as she began to ride Junior with 
more gusto!

Junior smiled, pulled his Sister down for a hot kiss, and rolled her 
over so he was on top.

"Oh yeah big Brother, fuck me good!" Maryann gushed as she wrapped her 
arms and legs around Junior's body.  "I'm not a virgin like your sweet 
Emily, I LOVE TO FUCK!" she yelled as her hips moved in perfect 
counter-point to her best lover's hips.  After all their fucking over 
the past nine years, Junior and she could always find a special way of 
joining; they just seemed to fit together more perfectly than any 
other lovers that they'd had separately.

Maryann's moans of her cums were nearly continuos now but Junior's 
pent-up sexual energy, not relieved by just Emily's oral tribute, 
burst to tickle his prostrate, churned his testicles, and shot a bolt 
of pleasure up his spine.  He grunted once and began to slap-fuck 
Maryann, a sure sign to her that he was going to cum.  Even though she 
was cumming too, she did her best to clamp down on his cock inside 
her.  When she felt his cock poke through her cervix and spurt a jet 
of hot cum into her womb, she melted as if a sex bomb had gone off 
inside her.  Hot tongues of fire raced from her uterus to her clit, 
bounced up to her tits, and fused her mind with a bolt of white light 
as she blasted into orgasm.

Junior knew his Sister had climaxed, all her muscles had gotten rigid, 
then gone soft.  Again and again he thrust into her clutching pussy, 
now on automatic, and spurt his cum into her innards.  Maryann didn't 
even sense them as she soared on giant waves of the big 'O'.  His 
orgasm finally released and complete, Junior sighed and collapsed on 
top of Maryann.  He lie there for a few moments, then rolled off to 
sleep, pulling his totally spent Sister into his arms with love.


******************************

Elsewhere, most people slept, but in their Manhattan apartment, Doctor 
John was up and at his desk in the den.  As old people find out, they 
need less sleep as their activities slow down.  Doctor John's habit 
was to get up when he couldn't sleep so he wouldn't disturb his wife 
with his tossing and turning.  The MD Physician, LLD Attorney, and 
Ph.D. CPA didn't get all his degrees by wasting time, nor did his 
multi-billionaire fortune accumulate by not paying attention to 
details.

Right now he was looking over the details of his upcoming trip to the 
West Coast with a return layover on Thursday afternoon and overnight 
at the University where his ward, Emily, was studying.  He had been 
surprised to hear from Doctor James, the University President, an old 
friend.  He'd been very pleased to hear the Emily was an 'A' student 
and would be offered an opportunity to enroll in the Honors College if 
her summer school grades were maintained.  Honor roll was good; 
Honor's College was even better, the 'bee's knees!', a saying of high 
praise from his days in college.

There was a young academic named Robert Wentworth, that Dr. James 
thought a lot of, that was an unofficial advisor of Emily's.  Also, 
she'd found a boy friend, a James Preston.  Dr. John had one of the 
young lawyers in his firm's education section get one of the detective 
agencies they used to prepare short biographies and background checks 
on the two and perform any investigations they deemed necessary.  The 
young Professor, Dr. Bob Wentworth, already tenured, seemed to be a 
solid educator, a good administrator, and a wise faculty leader.  His 
wife, Patty, was a recent Ph.D. in Bio-Chemistry and the couple 
appeared very solid.  The Preston kid, a second year student and 
summer lab assistant to Professor Wentworth, checked out okay too.  
His father, it turned out, was a singular fellow.  He'd just taken his 
Internet company, now Preston Corp., through an excellent IPO, became 
Chairman of the Board and CEO, while letting the day-to-day operations 
become the job of a woman President, Kelly, whom Dr. John had known 
socially from their circle of friends out at the Yacht Club on the 
Long Island sound and then her marriage to the equities financier Bill 
Taylor.

"Dear, you really ought to be in bed!" John's wife Susan scolded him 
as she found him at his desk.  "Can I get you some milk?  And perhaps 
a cookie?  I'll have some too!" she said as she went into the kitchen 
to get their milk and cookies.

Susan returned and sat in an arm chair next to her husband's big desk, 
munching a cookie and sipping her milk.

"Suze, do you remember that summer that we took up sailing and bought 
that cute ketch from that fellow at the yacht club?" Dr. John asked 
his wife.  "His daughter helped us take it out into the sound the 
first time?  She wore that outrageous skimpy bathing suit?"

"Yes, I remember.  You couldn't keep your eyes off her red hair and 
big bust!  But today that costume would seem very old fashioned," Dr. 
Susan replied.

"Yes, Kelly was her name." John said, skipping over his ogling.  "She 
married that Wall Street guy, Bill Taylor.  He made us a lot of money 
and a lot of money for himself."

"Yes dear, and so?" Susan replied gently.

"Well, it seems that our Emily has a boyfriend named Junior, one James 
Wentworth Preston, Jr.  His father is James Wentworth Preston and 
owned Preston Industries.  Kelly is working for him.  Kelly and James 
took Preston public and the IPO was a smashing success.  We made 
nearly 3 million on that deal.  This Preston gave a million shares to 
split evenly with his employees, another third of a million to Kelly, 
his new President and COO, and a third to a woman named Sylvia, his 
new Executive Assistant.  Now here's a guy we ought to meet: a man 
that's comfortable working with women and giving them responsibility 
with authority.  Isn't that the very thing that peeves you about women 
executives in our Corporate America; women as token executives without 
power or anything to do?  Let's check this guy out!  Especially if his 
son is Emily's beau!"

"Why don't you invite him to the little reception James is giving for 
you at the school?" Susan suggested.  "After all, you can invite 
anyone you want, can't you?"

"That's a good idea, dear.  I'll do that first thing in the morning.  
By the way, we're scheduled to leave at 3PM tomorrow.  We'll be in 
Carmel in time for dinner.  Call your Sister and we'll meet them 
wherever you two decide."

"Honey, is it really worth it to go all the way out to Monterey just 
to get into little Susan's pants on her thirteenth birthday?" Susan 
asked.

"It's been tradition for our families for many years, since the mid 
1800s.  We're her God parents and it's our duty to begin her sexual 
instruction.  After all, she is named after you.  Don't you want to 
teach her how to suck a cock and eat pussy?  That photograph we got 
last Christmas of her showed a fine set of boobs and a cute butt.  
This may be my last chance to fuck a virgin.  I don't want to miss it!  
Come on Suze, you used to love these sessions.  What's happened?"

"John, I'm not so young anymore.  I've got wrinkles everywhere and 
it's all sagging!" Doctor Susan protested.

"Don't say that!  It's not true!  Remember last spring when I helped 
guide young John's prick into you while he sucked on your tits the way 
I showed him.  He *loved* it!  And you were cumming like gang busters!  
I almost had to throw a bucket of cold water on you two.  How many 
times did he fuck you that day?  Twelve, fifteen?  You couldn't get 
enough, remember?  And you promised him that you'd return for his next 
birthday for a refresher course!  Remember?"

"Oh, I guess you're right.  Well, come on you big stud.  Come to bed 
and give Momma some sugar!


***********************

Junior left his bed, leaving his Sister to sleep.  He shaved, showered 
and used the toilet.  Dressed, he left Maryann sleeping in his bed and 
went downstairs to get the coffee going.  He found the papers from the 
stockbroker and reviewed them, signing them where necessary and noting 
that his Dad had initialed each page in its lower corner.  He took his 
coffee out to the patio and sat to enjoy the bird songs as he looked 
over the lists of Accountants and Lawyers that the stockbroker had 
suggested.  Junior got the cordless phone and called Billy Joe at his 
condo.

"Hey guy!  What's happening?" Junior asked.

"Good morning! Glad to hear from you.  How'd it go with Emily?"

"Good!  Excellent even.  I'll tell you all about it later.  Thanks for 
the flowers!

"No problem guy.  Just trying to help!" Billy Joe replied.

"I appreciate your help.  How did the transfer go?" Junior asked.

"Good!  No problem.  I've spoken to the other principals and it's all 
set."

"Okay.  Did you get to review the prospective lawyers and 
accountants?"

They discussed the possibilities and decided to interview them the 
next evening.  Billy Joe would set them up for meetings between six 
and nine on Wednesday evening.  Junior asked if Billy Joe had plans 
for Friday or Saturday evenings and he replied that he was free.

Junior told him to keep them open and then closed with: "I fucked your 
girl this morning, since you weren't here to take care of it.  I hope 
you don't mind.  She was really too horny to let loose on the 
streets!"

"That's okay buddy.  As long as it's in the family!"

"Thanks Billy Joe.  I appreciate your understanding," Junior replied.  
"I'm going to look at cars today, specifically a Jeep.  What do you 
know about Wagoneers?"

The conversation continued about cars and Jeeps for quite a while.  
Billy Joe was himself going to get a Jeep Wagoneer, but he'd been sold 
on the special Suburban by the police chief.  It had been ordered by 
the police department but a change in the city administration had 
nixed the deal.  It was perfect for Billy Joe to buy and helped the 
GMC dealer by taking it off his hands.  The GMC dealership owner was a 
city council member and appreciated it!  The police chief even gave 
the okay for Billy Joe to have the special radios that had been 
ordered for the Suburban installed, even though it wasn't exactly for 
the police department.  It would cost Billy Joe a healthy additional 
expense, but it was worth it.  If he'd decided later to get this 
equipment, it would have cost a lot more.  He may as well have it done 
now.

"Listen buddy, I've got to go.  I'm looking forward to this weekend.   
Maryann and Emily will be together and I think we need to spend some 
time together too.  Let's plan on it, okay?" Junior asked.

"Okay!  That's a good idea.  We'll discuss it more on Wednesday 
evening when we interview the attorneys and accountants.  Oh, where 
should I set up our meetings?"

"Someplace neutral, like a hotel," Junior suggested.  "Bill will want 
to be there too.  Perhaps out at the resort?  Ask Dad to give you his 
okay and get his card key for his suite.  That would be a good place.  
Check with Bill, but I think that he'll agree with the resort idea.  
Give me a call and I'll be wherever you two decide.  Maybe a hotel or 
motel in the city would be easier, but the resort would be no charge, 
if we used Dad's room.  Besides, it has more class than anything in 
town.  Again, I'll leave it up to you two.  Just let me know where and 
when.  Okay?"

Billy Joe agreed and they said their good byes.

"Honey, how's your coffee doing?" Justine asked her son, coming out 
with the coffee pot to offer a refill.  "Was that Billy Joe you've 
been talking to?"

"Yes, it was Mom,"  Junior said, "We're just getting our plans set to 
hire a Lawyer and Accountant."

"My, you are such a business wizard!" she jested.  "Perhaps you'll 
like the asset I've got for you!"

Mrs. James Wentworth Preston put down the coffee pot, turned, and 
hiked her skirt up over her fine ass.

"Do you think that you're up to taking over my asset?" she asked, 
wriggling her butt for her son's attention.

"Of course Mom.  You want to do it out here?"

Why not?  It's another beautiful morning.  I'll just lean over this 
table and you can pleasure me!" she replied happily.

Junior got up from his chair and moved behind his Mom, dropping his 
pants.  He stroked his fresh hard-on and pushed it against his 
Mother's ready, lubricated bottom hole.

"Ahhhhh, Ohhhhh!" they both cried as his cock fucked up into her tight 
butt.

"Mom, you're the best!" Junior exclaimed as he slid all the way into 
his Mom's ass.  "So tight, so nice.  I love you!"

"Mmmmmmmmmm!" Justine moaned, feeling the good feeling of total 
penetration.  "Fuck me good son.  I need it!  All day yesterday I 
missed your cock.  I've got more shopping to do today and I want to 
remember how good your cock feels!"

"Maryann said that you two got some hot swim suits yesterday!"

"Yeah, lots of them.  Some neat sleep wear too!"

"I hope they're as hot as your are right now!  God, I think I'm gonna 
cum!"

Justine heard her son's signal and tightened her ass muscles as much 
as she could.  She too was near her cum and knew that his hot jism was 
just the thing she needed to push her over the top!  

"Ugghhhhh!  Ugghhhhhh!  My God!" Mrs. James Wentworth Preston moaned 
as she felt the hot spurts of cum in her tight ass blast her into a 
fine orgasm.  Junior too seemed to like this out-of-doors fuck; his 
cum was quite strong for so soon after his earlier cum with his 
Sister.

"Oh Mom!  This is heavenly!"  he told his Mom as he lay gently on her 
back, resting in his after-climax glow.

"Yes, darling.  We'll have to practice doing it outside more often.  
Okay, get off me.  My arms are getting sore from this wrought iron 
table," she asked.

Junior stood, pulled his cock out with a gentle 'pop', and moved back 
to pull up his pants.  Justine stood, clenched her butt to keep the 
cum from leaking, and sat down on a chair.  

"I'm going to go wipe off.  Do you want me to bring out a cup for 
coffee for you?" Junior asked.

"No dear.  I've got one on the sink all ready.  Bring it out for me.  
You can take the pot back in and put it on the warmer for me, okay?" 
his Mom asked.

Junior did as requested and he was soon seated with his Mother, both 
sexually satisfied and enjoying the morning sunshine.

"Well Son, tell me all about it!  Don't smirk at me!  You know what I 
want.  Tell me!" 

Just like everyone else, Justine wanted to know how Junior's date with 
Emily went the evening before.   Unlike with Billy Joe or Maryann, 
Junior knew that he *had* to tell his Mother *everything* that 
happened.  Not only a complete narration of the evening, but how he, 
and more importantly, how Emily, felt about each particular part.  He 
started with his arrival at the dorm, the three roses, the kiss, and 
the cheering dorm girls.

"You mean that the other girls were hanging out of the windows, 
hooting at you in your coat and tie, and you knelt down on the 
sidewalk, gave her the roses and then kissed her like Errol Flynn?  
Wow!  I wish I could have seen that!" Justine giggled in appreciation. 

Junior told her about the big blue Cadillac, the drive to Richard's, 
the view, the flowers, the floating roses, the Lemonade a la Desirees, 
the photographs, the walk on the dock, the kissing and touching and 
then the sex in the sail shed. . . .

"Has she got all the photographs?"

"Yes Mom, you can see them Friday."

"And she didn't suck you in the sail place?"

"Yes, that's right."

"How come?" his Mom asked

"I left before she had a chance.  I was kind of nervous, getting it on 
in someone's private sail locker on a private dock," Junior explained.

"Okay, continue."

He told her about the menu and their food selections.  He told about 
sharing the shrimp and lobster, then about the dessert cart and their 
sharing the Key Lime pie and the peach cobbler.  Then about the 
coffee, the sunset, and his confessions.  And about Mother's Blessing.

"So, she's okay with you being a Mother-fucker?" Justine asked.

"Yes, and a Father-fucker and a Sister-fucker and a Aunt-fucker and an 
Uncle-fucker and a cousin-fucker and a. . . ."

"All right!  All right!  So we're still on for Friday?  Maryann's 
spending the weekend?"

"Yes.  It's all on!" Junior replied.

"Good!  I'm looking forward to it.  I want to see your office and 
these all important 'labs' that you tend.  Anything else you haven't 
told me?"

"Yes," Junior replied.  "Actually Emily was the most upset that Uncle 
Bob, Professor Bob, has set up a University reception for her 
guardian, Dr. John, on Thursday when he's coming to visit her and have 
dinner at Bob and Patty's.   But when she found out the University 
President Dr. James knew her guardian and had personally called him to 
set up the reception, she was mollified.  When I told her that they 
were making a big deal over her and her honor roll 'A+' grades, she 
was really pleased.  And we all are staying a the Wentworth's house 
overnight.  That is going to be wild.  With Aunt Louise and Heather 
there, as well as Emily and I, Emily's Guardian and his wife, Bob and 
Patty will have a house-full."

Junior continued to tell his Mother about the car full of flowers, how 
they put them around the dorm, and how they made love in her roommate-
less dorm room.  He finished with how he returned the rent car and 
drove home.

"Thank you sweetheart.  I'll tell everyone else and let them know how 
much you and Emily liked the flowers.  Now, let me go make your 
breakfast."

Soon Junior was rattling his way to campus in his heap with a full 
belly and a happy smile.


***********************************

"Bam!  Bam!  Bam!" someone pounded on Emily's dorm room door.  "Open 
up Emily!  It's me!  Open up!"

Emily remembered she'd locked her door with her rubber door stopper 
and thought that it must me her roommate back for her day's classes 
and couldn't get in.  When she struggled out of bed and to the door, 
she found it wasn't stopper-locked, just with the normal key lock.

"Bam!  Bam! Bam!" started again and Emily worked the dead bolt, 
getting it open on her third try!

It wasn't her roommate, it was Liz from down the hall with two cups of 
steaming coffee!

"Good morning sleepy head!" she said as she pushed a hot cup into her 
hands.  "Time to get up!"

"Liz!" Emily stammered, "what's going on?" She looked at her clock.  
"God!  It's only 6AM!"

"Look girlfriend, I can't sleep thinking about you and your date with 
Mr. Stud.  When I saw him bend you over for that sexy kiss, my puss 
gushed!  Half the girls on the floor sat up most of the evening 
talking about you two.  I've been laying sleepless on my bed think 
about you guys for the last hour.  I can't fucking sleep!  Now, quit 
stalling and tell me!"  Liz demanded as she took a careful look at 
Emily's tits, pussy, and ass.  "Why don't put on a robe?"

"Damn!" Emily cried, seeing Liz lick her lips over her nudity.  "Why 
am I always naked when you're here.  If I don't get fucked soon I'm 
gonna *make* you eat me!" she stated as she put on her silk robe.

So for Emily too the day began with a quiz about 'The Date' as it 
became known to her and Junior.  Emily took a sip of coffee, it *was* 
good!, and began with the big blue Caddy and the drive to Richard's.  
Then the view, the Lemonade a la Desirees, and all the flowers.

"You mean they're from his Mom, Dad, Sister, and his friends?" Liz 
asked, amazed.

"Yes, and Junior was as surprised as I was.  Look, he got these for 
me!" Emily showed Liz the floating roses.

Liz lit the floating candle and they poured more water into the glass 
bowl to make everything float.  Emily helped Liz push the roses around 
while she continued with her story.

She told her about the photographs and showed them to Liz.  They oohed 
and awed over them for a while then Emily told her about the walk on 
the dock and that they had sex in the sail shed.

"Did he fuck you?"

"No."

"Asshole!  I would have!"

"Well, he did like you want to.  He tongue fucked me!"

"Shit!  Really?  Oh God!  Did you cum?"

"Like a million stars!  It was great!"

"Damn.  You better hold onto that guy!  After that kiss on the 
sidewalk and that he owns a suit and tie, there's no girl in this 
building that wouldn't spread for him, excepting a few lesbians."

"Oh, he's gay too!  I mean bi!"

"WHAT!" Liz shrieked!  "He's bi-sexual?"

"Yes, but please, please don't say anything.  You made a couple of 
cracks last night that kinda pissed me off, you know what I mean?"

"Yeah, I'm sorry.  I'll be more careful.  But he started it!"

"I know!  I know.  And I will be having a talk with him about his 
loose lips, you can be sure.  Just be kewl, okay?"

"Yes.  I'll keep my mouth shut.  Now, tell me more.  What did you 
eat?"

Emily told her about the huge menu and how they had shared a big 
shrimp appetizer, then had salads, onion soup, and then split a big 
lobster.

"He was so cute, dipping chunks of lobster in the melted butter and 
feeding me from his fork.  He kept dripping butter on my chin, lips, 
and cheeks.  He'd lick and kiss it off.  It took me almost ten minutes 
to figure out that he was doing in on purpose!  Then he got real sexy.  
He put the lobster with melted butter on his tongue and make me take 
it off with my lips and tongue!"

"How kewl!  I bet you got really turned on then!"

"Oh yeah!  It was wonderful!  He's such an exciting, imaginative 
lover!" Emily exclaimed with a dreamy look in her eyes.

"Okay, okay!" Liz laughed.  "Enough of this mushy stuff, back to the 
story!"

Emily told Liz about the dessert cart and how they chose the Key Lime 
pie and the Peach Cobbler, sharing both.  Then they had coffee and 
talked.

"What about?"

"Him.  His deceptions about his sexuality and stuff."

"Anything you need to tell me?" Liz asked cautiously.

"No, not now.  I'm still thinking though it.  But I do want to ask 
you, now this is very personal and I don't want you to ever mention it 
to me or him or anybody ever!"

"Okay, I swear I'll never say anything!" Liz agreed.

"I don't know a lot of girls here; you're really the only one I can 
ask.  Is it too weird that his Mom and Dad took his virginity?" Emily 
said quietly.

"Oh my!  I don't know.  I've heard of that, but no one I've known had 
ever had that experience.  I think that it's kewl, sort of.  As long 
as it didn't mess him up or anything.  He doesn't seem to have any 
negative effects, if you know what I mean.  Don't they call it incest 
or something. . . . Oh My God!  Is he still screwing. . . . ?"

"Yes!  And his Sister too!"

"OH MY GOD!" Liz yelled.

"Shhhhhhh!  Be quiet Liz!" Emily chastised her friend.  "They're 
coming to meet me on Friday."

"His Mother and Sister?" Liz asked incredulously.

"Yes, and his Sister, Maryann, is spending the weekend here in the 
dorm with me."

"Oh God!  That's really wild!"

"I want you to meet them too.  I need help with this.  Please?" Emily 
asked.

"Sure.  When are they getting here?"

"I'm not sure.  In the morning I expect."

"I've got class until noon.  I can't cut.  There's a big test I can't 
skip."

"Well, listen.  I'll set up a lunch for us on Friday.  You come too.  
I'll leave you a note on your door, unless we talk first.  I haven't 
told you yet, but I'm going to spend Wednesday and Thursday night at 
Dr. Wentworth's house.  It turns out that Dr. Wentworth and his wife 
Patty are Junior's long-lost Aunt and Uncle.  He just found out this 
past weekend.  Also, Junior's Aunt Louise and her daughter Heather are 
coming from the mountains stay with them too.  I'm going to meet them 
there.  And the Wentworths are having my Guardian and his wife up for 
dinner on Thursday evening after a University reception for him at the 
faculty club."

"Shit girlfriend.  You're going to be busy!  Of course I'd love to 
have lunch with you on Friday.  Is it dress up?"

"I don't know yet.  We'll have to see what Junior's Mom and Sister 
wear.  I'll put a note on your door.  Okay?"

"All right.  That'll work.  Anything else?" Liz asked.

"Yes, what do you know about the Honor's College?"

"Are you shitting me?  You, in the Honor's College?"

"Yes, it seems that Doctor James thinks I should be in the Honor's 
College."

"Doctor James?  You mean the University President?  Oh Wow!  That's 
kewl!  I mean super, fantastic kewl.  Do it!  What ever you need to 
do, get in!  The Honor's College is where all the really smart ones 
are.  They have their own dorm and it's fabulous.  Look, me, the girls 
here, were all hard workers.  But in the Honor's College they have all 
the really neat students.  I mean you're sort of a science person, you 
know, math, chemistry, biology, computers, and stuff like that.  But 
you must be *very* good at it.  In the Honor's College they have all 
the students that are *very* good at whatever they do.  Music, fine 
arts like dance and theater, history, poets, writers, engineers, 
physics, physical education, teaching, pre-law, pre-med, sociology, 
psychology, biology, journalism, geology,. . . .  everything!   
Anything they offer here.  It's a fantastic opportunity to get to know 
other *smart* students.  I mean you might have a roommate that's a 
brilliant musician or singer, or a fantastic poet or linguist, or 
maybe a future supreme court justice or brain surgeon.  Emily, this is 
a great opportunity for you!  Can I come visit you there?  They say 
that every night in the cafeteria that a different singer, musician, 
actor, or performer of some sort entertains the diners.  It helps them 
get used to being in front of an audience, they say.  I know it would 
scare the crap out of me!  Oh please, if you get there don't forget 
me!  I'd just love to know someone in the Honor's College.  Please?  
Please don't forget me?"

"Okay, Liz.  I won't forget you.  Right now, though, I'd like to get 
another hour of sleep.  I've told you everything.  Now be cool and 
don't blab about me; at least don't give out all the nasty details.  
If anyone asks, just tell them I had a great time.  The lobster was 
excellent and the sunset was romantic.  Tell them the flowers came 
from Junior and I.  Okay?"

"Okay!" Liz said.

They rose to their feet and Liz hugged her briefly and left.  Emily 
blew out the candle and was taking off the robe to go back to bed when 
the phone rang.

"Now who's that calling me at 7AM?" Emily wondered as she answered her 
telephone.

"Good morning.  This is Patty!"

"Hi Patty.  What's up?  Is something wrong?"

"No, I only wanted to check with you about tomorrow and Thursday."

"Check?  Check what?  I don't understand," Emily replied.

"Well, . . . .I know you had a dinner date with Junior last night and 
I'm wondering how it went," Patty asked cautiously.

"Oh!  Oh now I understand.  You want to know if I'm still talking to 
that lying bastard?"

Patty swallowed hard and said, "Yes.  Exactly."

"Well, Auntie Patty, I am still talking to that wonderful guy and I 
love him more than ever!  He's mine and you can't have him!  From what 
I've heard, we're going to have to set up a cock-sharing arrangement!"

Patty broke out into laughter and silently thanked Goddess for her 
blessings.  "Yes, that's a good idea.  I have some excellent 
suggestions.  How about me picking you up about 8:30 and you can help 
me pick out some furniture.  We'll talk.  I would guess that you've 
got some questions for me.  You can tell me all about your dinner date 
and I'll tell you about the weekend.  I think you and me are going to 
be good friends."

"I can't.  I've got a Chem. lab a 10AM," Emily told her.

"Yes, I know.  However I know the Professor and lab assistant 
intimately and I'll get it fixed.   I'll ensue that you'll get 
personal attention so that your chances for the Honor's College aren't 
jeopardized."

"Jeez!  Does everyone around here know my business before I do?"

"No, but I will tell you something that no one else knows!" Patty 
replied.

"What?" Emily demanded.

"No.  I'll tell you when I pick you up in 80 minutes.  Don't dress 
fancy.  Shorts and top are okay!  See you outside.  I'll even buy you 
some breakfast if you're interested.  I found a neat croissant shop 
that I know you'll love.  Look for my red VW beetle.  Looks like a 
nice day; I'll have the top down!  We got a date?"

"Well, sure!"

"Okay then.  See you in 77 minutes!  Don't be late!"

Emily hung up, shook her head at it all, then grabbed her towel and 
shower bucket and went to clean up.

Emily was clean and fresh, putting on her bra when the telephone rang 
again.

"Hello," she answered sweetly.

"Hey!  Any cute girls live there?" Junior asked in a husky voice.

"Yeah!  Me!" Emily giggled, knowing it was her lover.  "Why don't you 
come over and fuck me?  I'm all hot and wet and ready for a big cock.  
Have you got a big cock?"

"The biggest baby!  The biggest!" Junior laughed.  "Okay darling.  You 
win.  Good morning!  How's my girl today?"

"Fine, fine!  To what do I owe this happy early morning call?"

"I just wanted to ask you to go car shopping with me after lunch.  
I'll even buy you some lunch, Okay?" Junior asked.

"Yes!  I'll meet you at noon, in front of the Dorm.  Bring your sweet 
chariot and we'll go check out some new wheels.  All right?"

"Yes!  Good, I'll see you then lover! Thanks!"

They each hung up and went about their morning business.


*********************************     

Maryann appeared in the kitchen in a professional dark blue woman's 
suit looking very different from the previous day.

Justine almost dropped the bowl she was drying.

"Maryann!  You look great!  Is that the suit you got for the honors 
banquet last spring?  It looks really good on you."

"Thanks Mom," she replied as her Mother ran her hands from her put-up 
hair down her back to her ass in a tight navy skirt.

"I see you're ready to be Celeste's slut.  Girl, haven't I taught you 
that a nice bra and panty set will enhance the sexual image of a 
woman?"

"Yes Mom, but I've got nothing to enhance yet.  After I seduce her I 
can put on fancy underwear for a sexy image.  Today I just want to get 
into *her* pants."

"Well, okay.  But don't push her too hard.  She might be a good person 
to know if she's not into girls."

"I know that, but I just have a feeling about her," Maryann replied 
and sat down to review the papers that Junior had signed.  Justine 
toasted some whole wheat bread for them and peeled an orange for a 
fruit treat, along with a tall glass of cold milk.  She sat down with 
her Daughter and they ate together.  Soon Maryann was done and she 
rinsed out her plate and glass, putting them into the dishwasher for 
later washing.

"I'm going to go now Mom.  I'll see Celeste and then stop by 
Suzzane's.  I'll be back by noon for a quick lunch and then we'll go 
shopping.  Okay Mom?"

Justine agreed and kissed her daughter good bye.

**********************************

Emily, waiting out front of her dorm, saw Patty pull up in a red 
convertible VW Beetle and she ran to meet her.  Patty watched her run 
up and licked her lips in appreciation of Emily's large breasts 
bouncing inside her tight T-shirt.  Patty was better at hiding her 
lust; Emily had no idea that Patty was horny for her.

"Hi!" Patty called out as she pushed the convertible's passenger door 
open.

"Hello to you too!" Emily gushed.  "It looks like a beautiful day!" 
she said as she slid into the car and pulled the door shut.  "This is 
a neat car!  Have you had it long?"

Patty nodded yes as she zoomed down the drive and out into the street, 
the two women's hair flying back in the breeze, their laughter like 
the tinkling of a moving wind chime over the quiet puttering of the 
little car's engine.

Pausing at a red light, Patty told Emily, "I got it a year ago in 
California.  See, there's still sand on the floor!" Patty pointed to 
the floor mats and the sand on them, as she drove on through the green 
light with a burst of speed.  Up in the hills now above the campus in 
the valley, the road twisted and turned amongst large, expensive 
homes.  Patty slowed as the car approached a stop sign but she turned 
into a small parking lot on the corner.

"We're here.  Let's get some juice and a croissant.  My treat!" Patty 
explained as she got out of the car, Emily following close behind.  
Inside the shop, they ordered coffee, juice, and croissants with jam.  
Patty paid and Emily carried the tray, following Patty to the back of 
the caf  and out to an  outdoor patio on the edge of a vast golf 
course. 

"Hey, this is nice!" Emily said. Several tables were occupied by 
patrons, but most were vacant.

"Over here Emily.  There's someone I'd like you to meet," Patty 
called.

Emily carried the tray over and set it down on a table where an older 
woman sat.

"Emily, I want you to meet Dean Stevens.  Dean, this is Emily," Patty 
handled the introductions and sat down as did Emily. 

"Please call me Kate when we're not in the office or at an official 
function.  So tell me Emily, how do you like school here?"

Emily's eye's lit up, "Oh, it's just wonderful.  Everything is great!  
The people, the faculty, the staff.  My Professors are really good and 
all the Graduate Assistants are nice too.  I like my dorm and all the 
girls are really friendly.  I can't even complain about the cafeteria 
food; I think it's pretty good!"

"My, my!  You're almost a poster child for the University," Kate 
laughed.

"Emily, be serious," Patty chastised her.  "Dean Stevens, I mean Kate, 
runs the Biology department and is curious to know if you perceive any 
problems in her department and if you feel that you're needs are being 
met."

"Oh, I see.  Well I meant all that I said before.  About the courses 
and curriculum,  everything I've had has been satisfactory.  I haven't 
had any Biology courses yet; I tested out of the beginning courses and 
will start the second year level classes this fall.  But the Math, 
Chemistry, Economics, and Computer Science courses I'm taking now are 
challenging and seem to be well structured.  All in all, I'm pretty 
satisfied," Emily told the Dean.

"Yes.  I'm glad.  What made you choose Biology for a major?" Kate 
asked.

"Actually it's a double major, Biology and Chemistry," Emily 
explained.  "I wanted Bio-Chem but the University doesn't offer it.  I 
first became aware of the opportunities in Bio-Chem several years ago, 
back when I was sixteen.  We were studying the photosynthesis process 
and I realized how powerful and critical a force it was to life on 
earth.  My instructor told me about the relatively new field of Bio-
Chemistry and shared a magazine article about it.  Since then I've 
studied the growth of the industry and its potential for unlimited 
opportunities to explore the unknown and to make money.  My senior 
counselor at Saint Joan's thought that the career choice was wise, but 
my choice of schools was poor.  Fortunately my guardian was wiser and 
was very enthusiastic about me attending the University here.  I'm 
happy too.  I don't think I would have done as well in the snobby Ivy 
league schools."

Kate smiled and commented, "Saint Joan's isn't exactly bush league."

"That's the point," Emily replied.  "Private girl's prep schools seem 
to be snobby, at least the ones I attended.  High quality prep schools 
require high fees to maintain them and therefore most of the girls 
come from rich families.  Girls from rich families tend to be spoiled 
and arrogant.  Their self-centered egos prevent them from being human.  
I know!  I've been among them for years.  The difference is that I'm 
living off of my money; not my Daddy's.  My guardian sends me monthly 
statements showing the expenses and incomes of my trust so I can 
exactly account for changes in the balance statement.  I know that my 
time here in summer school cost almost half what it was last summer 
when I 'enjoyed' the 'educational summer experience' at Saint Joan's.  
That was a combination of summer camp and make-work classes of no real 
value.  At least this summer I'm learning something valuable as well 
as. . . . you know, living on my own, even though it's in a dorm, and 
meeting people on my own.  Not just the spoiled bitches of the upper 
class."

"So you like life in the dorm?" Kate asked.

"Yes.  It's really refreshing.  My roommate will be a senior and I 
hardly see her; we never socialize.  I've got a few friends, but I 
seem to spend a lot more time studying than most of them."

"I'd say you'd have to," Kate agreed.  "After all, nearly 70% of our 
summer students take only one class. 25% take two, 4% take three, and 
only 1% take four or more, like you.  The old women at Saint Joan's 
think you're just sand bagging, taking simple classes that will help 
you get a leg up on the other students.  Well, I set those bitches 
straight!  I told them what fools they were!  They let a super-student 
like yourself slip right through their fingers. Instead of nurturing 
you, grooming you, they stupidly saw only student fees instead of 
student brilliance.  As an alumni and a member of the Board of 
Trustees for Saint Joan's, I'm going to make sure this never happens 
again.  And you're going to help me.  Oh, no!  Don't look so alarmed.  
Not right now.  These things take time.  When I get ready, I'll enlist 
your help.  I think you'll find it very pleasing to join with me and 
several other Saint Joan's graduates to make a clean sweep of those 
towers of foolishness.  Those old ladies only paid attention to the 
girls whose fathers had given endowment money to the school.  Idiots!  
I wonder just how many graduates languished because of the neglect of 
the admissions and counseling women, and the lack of faculty 
involvement.  We're going to fix that!  Don't sweat it.  It will be 
all expenses paid and you'll get to see the inside rot of old Saint 
Joan's.  As one of my Doctors always told me, we'll give it a nice 
enema and clean it out good!"

"You went to Saint Joan's too?"

"You betcha!" Kate used the common slang.  "The Halls of Wisdom and 
Spirit of Brave Saint Joan!," Kate sang the famous phrase of the 
school song.  "We're going to give them a new tune to sing!  You and 
me, Miss Emily.  It's going to be awesome!  Never again will a student 
be sent to a University without the alumni there being told.  Can you 
believe that you enrolled here and no one from Saint Joan's told me?  
Lord All Mighty!  A brilliant student like yourself declares a major 
in *MY* department and you're from my old prep school and *No One* 
tells me?  This shit has got to stop!, pardon my French!  By God, I'm 
a member of the Board and I got blind-sided?  Never again!"

"Emily, I think I owe you an explanation," Patty confessed with a 
giggle.  "When Bob and I discussed the dinner for your guardian, Dr. 
John, Bob wanted to have him meet Dr. James, the University President.  
We couldn't have Dr. James at our house, it would be very 
presumptuous.  We needed something substantial to be the reason for a 
reception.  Bob checked your grades and talked to your other 
Professors.  He found that you were doing Honor Roll work in four 
serious courses.  Then he spoke to Dr. James and found that he and 
your Dr. John are old school chums.  The pre-freshman high school 
gifted student program is one of Dr. James' pet initiatives.  He too 
checked you out and then proposed that you go into the Honor's College 
at his recommendation.  Around here, his recommendation is more like a 
decree!  I told Dean Stevens here about you and she laughed, saying 
that there was no super-student like you in her department.  'She must 
not yet have declared a Biology major,' she said.  Well, when Dr. 
James called her and invited her to the reception for Dr. John and Dr. 
Susan because she was the Dean of their ward's major department, you 
can see by her astonishment that she plans to get the situation at 
Saint Joan's fixed.  By the way, speaking of things getting fixed, 
thanks for telling Junior about Dr. John's wife being a Ph.D. too.  
We've changed all the invitations and reception materials to reflect 
that.  We've prevented a serious faux pas.  Thanks!"

Kate smiled and reached across the table to take Emily's hands in her 
own.  "You see why I'm upset?  Here I am, also an ignored 'brilliant 
student' of Saint Joan's like yourself, sitting here on top of my 
world, happy and loving my life.  There's nothing like helping nurture 
a smart young student, especially a female, and *nobody* tells me 
you're in my Department?  You've been here all summer and I've *just* 
met you?  I must say, I got egg on my face when I spoke to Dr. James.  
When he, The University President, has to tell me that this super-
student is from *my* prep school, I nearly wet my pants!  How could 
this happen?  Well, I've found out and it's not going to happen 
again!"

Emily felt a little strange holding hands with her Dean, but didn't 
pull back.  "Tell me, am I really going into the Honor's College?"

Kate looked at Patty and they laughed.  "Only if you want to," Kate 
said.  "I hear that your lover man is going away next week.  Why don't 
we get together and discuss it in detail.  We'll include Patty here 
and I'll get a few of the Honor's College students to talk to you too.  
And the Dean, of course.  You'll like her.  She's smart, wise, and 
beautiful!  She's from Saint Joan's too and she's rather upset that 
she's not met you either.  She'll be at the reception too!"

"Of course, you'll have to keep up your grades," Patty interjected, 
"but I expect that you value them highly and it will be no problem."

"Yes," Kate agreed.  "Grades are the most important thing around here, 
if you want to succeed, and we think you do.  You'll have a big 
cheering crowd if you do!  A huge support group of women, and men like 
Patty's Bob, that will do whatever they can to help you, within the 
bounds of academic honesty and integrity."

"Speaking of academics, we'd better get going," said Patty.

They all stood.  Emily looked at her breakfast and was surprised to 
see it all gone.  'When did I eat?' she thought.  Then Dean Stevens 
embraced Emily and told her that as prep school Sisters, she was sworn 
to do whatever she could to help her succeed in whatever she aspired 
to do.

"Call me anytime.  At home or the office.  Here's one of my cards.  
Don't be a stranger.  I need to know how things fare for freshman and 
I'm going to require monthly reports from you.  I'll write you a memo 
outlining my desires and I'll expect you to fulfill my need to stay 
informed.  I don't want a spy, just an informed opinion.  Okay?"

Emily agreed and she and Patty left the caf .


********************************

Maryann arrived at the stockbroker's office for her appointment with 
Celeste on time with a big smile on her lips and the signed papers.

"Hi Celeste," Maryann greeted her.  Celeste was wearing a green mid-
thigh pleated skirt and a tight sleeveless white sweater that showed 
off her figure very nicely.  "Here's the documents that you gave me 
yesterday.  They're signed as you wanted.  I read them through but 
I've still got a lot of questions.  Maybe you could have the papers 
copied and then we can go over them together and I cam make some notes 
in copy."

"Yes, that's a good idea.  'Betty," she called out.  "Make me a copy 
of this and bring it into the conference room, would you please?" she 
handed it to a girl and led Maryann into a conference room.  "How 
about a cup of coffee or some juice, Maryann.  It should only take her 
a few minutes.  Have a roll too."

Maryann took a glass of orange juice, thanked Celeste, and asked, "You 
seem to be really young for all this.  How long have you been in the 
business?

Celeste moved to the big conference table with her juice and sat next 
to Maryann in the soft swivel armchair.  She crossed her legs and saw 
her guest's eyes move to her bare legs under her short skirt.

Smiling, she replied, "Long enough to know that customer service is my 
guiding principal!"

Maryann, understanding her double meaning, smiled back and said, "I 
assume that you've got lots of experience."

"Yes, lots!"

"I think that there's lots that you can show me, isn't there?" Maryann 
replied, nodding at her skirt.

"Mmmmmmm!" Celeste replied as she pulled up her skirt slowly.  When 
she had it all the way up, she un-crossed her bare legs and showed 
Maryann her green panties.  "You like?"

"Yes, I see that you like green!  Very pretty!  I think it's getting 
warm in here."

Maryann stood up and slowly took off her suit jacket, displaying her 
braless breasts under her thin white sleeveless blouse.  She 
stretched, emphasizing her big breasts with their hard nipples poking 
out though her blouse.

Celeste got up and moved closer to Maryann, "I see you brought some 
impressive credentials too!"  Her hands were moving up to feel those 
tits when there was a knock on the door.

Celeste moved to the door, opened it to get the document and the copy, 
and closed the door, locking it with a loud *click*.

Turning to Maryann, who'd dropped her skirt and pulled off her top, 
her mouth gaped at the nude woman, standing in only her black pumps.  
"God!  You're beautiful!" she cried out as she moved to embrace her.

They kissed with lust, not love.  Maryann's blood was afire with lust  
As they kissed, she striped Celeste.  As she pulled off her sexy white 
lace bra, her mouth followed quickly, sucking, licking, and teasing 
the aureoles and nipples.  Her fingers loosened Celeste's skirt to 
drop and pushed the green panties down the long silky legs.  On her 
knees now, Maryann lifted one foot to lick the toes.  Celeste shivered 
with the thrill of it.  Maryann continued licking up her leg, past the 
knee, and up the thigh until she could smell hot, wet cunt!

Celeste's girl's juice was leaking and Maryann licked it up happily.  
The taste was delicious; Celeste used strawberry douche!

"Mmmmmmmmm!" Maryann moaned.  "You taste wonderful!"

"Oh God!" Celeste gasped as Maryann's tongue followed the girl juice 
to its source inside her steamy pussy past her well-trimmed bush.  
Maryann's tongue scooped out the tasty juice, pausing to poke at the 
nearby G-Spot.  Celeste gasped again and had to steady herself with 
two hands on the table.  Maryann let her put her foot down, but made 
her spread her legs wide as she sat on the floor between them.

Looking back up at Celeste's face, framed between her hanging breasts, 
she told her, "Watch out for shooting stars and crashing waves.  Just 
don't yell too much or we'll have to share our cums with that cute 
copy girl!"

Maryann then began to take long licks up and down Celeste's inner 
vulva while she moved her head from side to side.  She went up to just 
short of the swollen clitoris then down to just above the vaginal 
opening.  Up and down and back and forth sideways.  Again and again, 
using her tongue point to tease every inch of the hot, wet inner 
flesh.

Breathing hard now, Celeste could only beg senselessly, "Yes!  Yes!  
Yes!"

Maryann saw a big pool of cum inside of the vaginal opening and 
decided to go after it with multiple deep thrusts of her nasty tongue, 
of course not missing lashing across her G-spot.

"OH MY GOD!" Celeste gasped.  "OHMYGOD!  OHMYGOD!" she began to chant 
as the hot cums began to roll through her.  Maryann moved off of 
Celeste's honey hole and up to her pulsing, swollen clitoris.  She 
eyed it, decided to love it strongly, put her lips over it, and sucked 
as hard as she could!

"Aaaaaaiiiiiiiiieeeeee!" Celeste shrieked as she shook through an 
orgasm, seeing the first stars.  When Maryann began to lash at it with 
her tongue, Celeste saw more stars, lots and lots of them.  Maryann 
then pushed a finger into Celeste's vagina an massaged her G-spot 
again.

Beyond yelling out now, Celeste only moaned sexily, racing to a full 
orgasm.  She could only hear and feel the crashing waves of her cums 
now.  Maryann sensed that she had Celeste ready for the big 'O'.  She 
pulled out her wet finger, replaced it with two from her other hand, 
and pushed the wet one into and through her tight asshole.

"Whoop!" was Celeste's comment as she blasted again into orgasm, one 
finger twisting in her ass, two fingers massaging her G-spot, and a 
hot mouth sucking, kissing, and licking her engorged clitoris.  
Maryann looked up again to see her face but couldn't because Celeste 
was mauling her tits, squeezing, twisting, and pinching.

'So she likes it rough!' Maryann thought and nipped down hard on her 
clitoral bud!

"Jesus Christ!" Celeste hollowed as her dam burst, gushing out of her 
cunt, as her being rocketed into happy cum land.  She collapsed face 
first onto the conference table, legs shaking with the force of her 
cum, and Maryann holding her mouth over her juicing pussy, catching 
every drop she could.  She pulled her fingers from her ass and pussy, 
then carefully cleaned her inner thighs and pudenda with her lips and 
tongue.  She backed off and slid out from under Celeste, then standing 
bare foot next to her.  Maryann pulled Celeste up off the table and 
kissed her, sharing her cum with her.

Celeste staggered after the deep kiss and managed to get to a chair, 
still breathing hard.  Maryann padded barefoot over to the beverage 
tray and poured each of them a big glass of cold orange juice.  
Returning, she gave one to Celeste and sat down with hers.

"To excellent customer service!" Maryann toasted.  Celeste smiled 
weakly, clinked glasses with Maryann and downed almost the whole glass 
of juice in one drink.

The two sexy women sat quietly and let the office air conditioning 
cool them down.  Maryann refilled the glasses and they drank their 
fill.  When Celeste finally held her head high and smiled a smile of 
satisfaction, Maryann said, "So, how long did you say you've been 
doing this stockbroker thing?"

Celeste smiled and said, "Three years.  Ever since I got out of 
college."

"Have you got your license yet?"

"Yes.  About a month ago."

"Well, why don't you and I go out to dinner tonight to celebrate? 
Maryann asked.

Celeste shook her head and said, "Can't."

"Boyfriend?"

"No!"

"Husband?  Fianc e?"

"No!"

"Girlfriend?  Lover?"

"No!" Celeste started laughing.  "It's my Father.  He's flying in to 
see me on his way to Brazil.  My birthday is next week and he wants to 
treat me before he goes.  He'll be gone till nearly Christmas.  How 
about tomorrow night?  Let me give you one of my cards."  She reached 
for her skirt pocket and then started laughing again, realizing she 
was naked.  Maryann caught on and they both laughed heartily.

Maryann bent over and tossed Celeste her green panties then reached 
for her own blouse.  The women causally dressed, telling each other 
jokes about times they'd been naked and forgotten, making fools of 
themselves.

When she was dressed, Maryann checked her watch and decided that she 
had to get home, as she'd promised her Mom.  Celeste found one of her 
cards, wrote her home telephone number and address on the back, and 
gave it to Maryann with a big kiss.  Celeste got a fancy brokerage 
firm binder, punched three holes in the copy of the documents, put 
them in the binder, and gave it to Maryann, "to keep the papers neat".  
Maryann thanked her and drove home in her Mom's little gold Mercedes.  

At the back of the house, Maryann activated the garage door opener.  
While she waited for it to go all the way up, she noticed all the 
colored 'Miss-Dig' flags that the utilities had used to mark their 
underground cables.  That was for the construction folks to keep them 
from cutting any utilities while they built the second garage to 
shelter Junior's and hers new cars.  It was going to be built while 
they were on vacation in Hawaii next week.  The landscape girl was to 
have come by this morning to meet the contractor and photograph the 
gardens that she had to relocate/replant.

Maryann turned back to drive into the garage and slammed hard on the 
brakes.  There was another car in the spot for her Mom's car!  Maryann 
looked around and then decided that this indeed was the right garage 
at the correct house!

"What the fuck?" Maryann cussed as she turned off her Mom's Mercedes, 
not understanding who might have parked in their garage.

As she walked up to the strange car, she realized that it was a 
Mercedes too, only a big, full size one.  Like her Mom's it was gold 
in color.  It looked brand new; in fact it had 30 day paper tags on 
it.  It had an 'S', the numbers 600, and an S5 on the back.  She 
walked around the side and noticed it was sort of moving, rocking 
actually.  She peered in through the dark windows into the back seat 
and she saw. . . . !  SOMEONE FUCKING!  In the car in *her* parking 
space in *her* garage!

Maryann grabbed the backdoor handle and jerked it open with a loud, 
"Hey!  What's going on here?  Just who in the hell do you think. . . 
.?  Oh, Hi Mom!  Hi Dad!  Getting a little nooner, are we?"  an 
embarrassed Maryann squeaked.

"Maryann, you want some action too?" her Dad asked sweetly, as he 
paused in mid-stroke.

"Ah, no Daddy, some other time.  Ah, Daddy?"

"Yes dear."

"Why are you and Mom fucking in the back seat of this car.  I mean, 
you've got a nice bed just 15 steps away and. . . . of course, you can 
fuck Mom anywhere you want, I don't mean to be critical or anything.  
Actually, it looks like fun.  But why?  Anyway, whose car is this?"

"Cause it's *MY* new car!" Maryann's Mother shouted from underneath 
her husband's now again fucking body, though more slowly.  "We are 
just trying out the back seat!  Do you mind?  Would you close the 
door, you peeping pervert!"

"OH GOD!" Maryann shouted.  "It's beautiful!  Wow!  Can I drive it!  
Please?  Let me drive you around while you fuck!  That would be neat!"

"No!" both Mother and Father yelled.  "Go away!  We're busy right 
now!"

"But Mom?  Dad?"

"No buts Maryann!  *GO* *A* *WAY*!" her Father insisted and pulled the 
back door closed with a *slam*!  Maryann heard a *sheeunk* noise and 
realized all the doors had been electronically locked.

"Damnit!  I wanted a new car!" Maryann grumbled as she went into the 
house.  "Why did Daddy buy *her* one before me!"  She seethed as she 
went up the stairs to her room.  "It was *my* idea to get a new car!" 
she mumbled as she stripped off her business suit.  "*My* suggestion 
that Junior get a car first.  That's why I don't have a car yet!"  
Maryann sat naked on her bed, wondering what to put on, then seeing 
the lace body suit from Suzzane's draped over her chair.  "I was so 
damn nice to forgo *my* car so Junior could have one first and now 
*Mom* has a new car and I'm *never* going to get mine!"  She realized 
that she forgot to go to Suzzane's so she put on the white lace body 
suit and picked up her PSC to return.  "Damn-it!  Dad's got a new car!  
Mom has a new car!  Junior is going to have a new car!  And I don't 
have *any* car at all!"  She stomped down the stairs barefoot, wearing 
only the skimpy body suit, holding her wallet and PSC in one hand, 
keys in the other.  Maryann was in a foul mood!  "Fucking Bitch 
*always* gets what she wants *first*!  Why can't I be *first* 
sometime!" Maryann muttered to herself as she returned to the garage.  
"Fuck!  I'm *always* last!  Just 'cause I'm the fucking youngest, I'm  
*Always.*  *Fucking.*  *Last*!"

"Knock, knock, knock." Maryann tapped on the window of the back door 
of her Mother's *new* *fucking* *car*!

"Sssszzziipp!"  Halfway down came the rear side window.

"Yes dear," her Father asked nicely.

"I've got to go to Suzzane's.  Can I use the car?"

"I don't give a fuck!' Mrs. James Wentworth Preston said in reply.

Maryann paused and said, "Huh?"

"You stupid slut!" her Mom said.  "You must have cum for brains.  It's 
your fucking car now!  I got a new one!  *NOW*  *GO*  *A*  *WAY*!"

"Sssszzzziiippp" the window shut.

Maryann stood looking at the closed window, dumbfounded.  She saw the 
car begin to rock again and then looked out at her Mom's old car.  She 
turned and walked slowly out of the garage.  She stopped once, looked 
at the brand new S600 Gold Mercedes with it's sunroof and fancy dark 
windows and leather interior.  Then she looked at the five year old 
gold SL 320 Mercedes two-seat roadster convertible that was now hers.  
Suddenly she figured it out!  A big smile showed her sparking white 
teeth and then she was grinning from ear to ear!.

"AWESOME!" Maryann yelled for everyone to hear as she jumped up and 
down and clapped like the cheerleader she used to be!

She tossed her PSC and wallet onto the passenger seat, dashed around 
the car to the drivers side, and did something she always wanted to 
do.  Without opening the door, she *hopped* up and in, over the door!

"Kewl!" she exclaimed as she started the car and backed out.  With a 
little too much gas, the tires squealed as she shot down the alley to 
the street.  She waited until she got control of herself, then pulled 
out onto the street and drove calmly to Suzzane's.  It was hard not to 
yell and wave at everyone.  Her *first* car!  And it was a beauty!  It 
had class!  Style!  Sophistication!  It was *GREAT*!  It was *her* car 
and it was *Fantastic*!  She was so happy and proud, she wanted to 
drive around until she saw someone she knew so she could show it off.  
She happened to look down and saw that she was slightly underdressed 
for positive social contact, unless it was Sylvia or Kelly or Bill or 
Steve or Geri or Keri or. . . . "Hey!  That's where I was going!" she 
realized.  Quickly she drove over to Suzzane's and turned the car over 
to the valet.  Stepping away, she suddenly wondered if it might rain 
and if she should put up the top?

"Do you think it might rain?" she asked the Door Girl.

"Don't worry, Miss Maryann.  If it looks like rain, we'll put it up 
for you." she explained.

Relieved, barefoot Maryann said thanks and went in with her PSC and 
wallet.

"Hi Miss Maryann." the hostess greeted her.  "I see you've brought 
back your PSC.  That's wonderful.  I'm so happy you've joined us.  
Mistress Geri is busy right now, but Mistress Keri is in the office.  
Why don't you go back and I'll let her know you're coming.  Okay?"

"Thank you, a. . . . I'm sorry.  I don't know your name!"

"I'm Wendy, but you could call anyone at this duty station, 'Miss 
Hostess.'  We change so many times through the day that It gets hard 
to learn our names.  The weekly schedule is never the same and we 
don't mind the title Front Hostess.  The 'thank you' part is the most 
important.  We are here to serve and to know that we've accomplished 
that is very important to us.  So I thank *you* Miss Maryann and you 
may go right back."

Maryann went back and gave Keri her signed PSC.  Keri took Maryann to 
the 'toy room' to pick out several to take with her to Hawaii.  Geri 
joined them and made sure she had a fine case to put them all into, as 
well as the necessary literature and price sheets.

"Here's an order book.  It's in triplicate.  One copy for the 
customer, one for your records, and one to turn in to us to fill the 
order.  Always use the order book.  It's very important to our 
accounting system.  Okay?" Geri instructed.

"And these are for you," Keri handed Maryann a pair of the Salon's 
unique expensive signature sunglasses.

"Wow!" Maryann cried.  "This it Great!"  She put on the dark tinted 
wrap-around shades with the script 'Suzzane's' on each temple piece.

"Those are to protect your eyes as you zoom around town in your new 
car," Keri explained.

"Does *everybody* know what's going on before I do?" Maryann pouted.

"Not everyone, just a select few!" Geri laughed as the twins group-
hugged her.

Since Maryann had plans to go shopping with her Mom, 'Miss Maryann' 
soon departed, saying goodbye to the Front Hostess, the Door Hostess, 
and the Car Hostess!  Maryann felt wonderful; a new car, a new job, 
and really kewl new sunglasses.

Back at her house, Maryann found the new Mercedes gone, as well as her 
Mom and Dad.  She was so excited about the new toys, that she didn't 
stop to think that her Dad needed a ride back to the Mercedes dealer 
where he'd left his Lexus when he picked up the new car.  He need to 
get back to work.  Maryann dumped all the sex toys out on her bed and 
played with them until her Mom got back to go shopping.


******************************

Back in Patty's VW Beetle outside the cafe, Patty told Emily, "Let's 
go shopping!"

The sun was bright and the convertible breeze felt good.  Emily was 
quiet, thinking over the meeting with Doctor Stevens.

Patty, understanding her meditation, decided to help.  "Did you figure 
out that Kate is a Lesbian?"

"Emily turned and gasped, "No!  Really?  I had no idea?"

"Not even when she held your hands?  When she said you were almost a 
poster child for the University, I thought she was going to kiss you!  
She loves this school so much, she had a tear in her eye that one of 
the Saint Joan's women would think so highly of this 'Public' 
University.  She loves Saint Joan's too, make no mistake about it.  
When you told her that the senior counselor told you that your choice 
of schools was poor, I thought Kate was going to throw the table over.  
I would expect that by this afternoon that senior counselor will be 
fired."

"No!  Because of just what I say?"

"Just think about it.  Who else in the school should know where Saint 
Joan's graduates are on the faculty or in positions of power to aid 
and help any students that apply or enroll there?   I know that you've 
grown up in an era of liberal education and opportunities for women, 
but it's women like Dean Stevens that made it happen.  Many men aren't 
as wise as Bob and would not accept the idea that a *woman* could be a 
super-student.  So here's a University with at least two Saint Joan's 
graduates as Deans and the guidance counselor not only didn't let them 
know that a student was interested in their school, she actually tried 
to divert your interest elsewhere, bad mouthing the Deans' 
University."

Patty pulled up in front of a furniture store and parked.

"Come on, let's go!" Patty said as she grabbed her purse and got out 
of the car.  Emily followed.  They went in and moved directly to the 
bedroom suites.

Emily watched as Patty moved among the beds, dressers, armoires, and 
night stands.  A salesman came over and asked if he could help, his 
eyes moving from Emily's tits to Patty's tits.

"Where's the good stuff?" Patty asked.  "I don't want any of this 
cheap crap!"

"Madam, I assure you that this fine furniture is of excellent 
quality," he said.

"Emily, this guy is either really stupid or a liar.  He's so busy 
looking at our chests that he can't hear me."  Patty pulled out from 
the wall a chest of drawers to expose the back.  "Look here.  Cheap 
fiber board held on with staples.  So cheap they couldn't use real 
nails or screws.  The side wood isn't real either, it's fancy plywood 
with a finished layer on the outside.  The whole construction is 
shoddy and cheap.  Let's go find a manager."

Leaving the salesman with his mouth hanging open, Patty went to the 
back of the large showroom to the offices.  There she found a old lady 
bookkeeper and asked to see the manager.  An old gentleman came out 
and greeted them.

"Yes, ladies.  How may I help you?" he asked.

"See Emily, at least this guy knows proper English and looks into our 
eyes, not at our chests."

Patty turned to the manager, "Sir.  I am looking for high quality 
bedroom furniture and I can see that what you display on the floor is 
not acceptable.  I'm Doctor Wentworth," Patty said as she gave him one 
of her cards, "my husband is Dr. Robert Wentworth, you've probably 
heard of him."

"Yes, yes I have.  I listened to him address a Rotary luncheon.  I was 
very impressed.  You're a lucky woman to have such a man for a 
partner."

"Though we have had a large home up on Whispering Pines Trail for 
several years, I've been finishing my education out of state and 
haven't yet completed its furnishings.  I've got four empty bedrooms 
and I need to get four suites quick.  We've got the money and I don't 
want cheap junk.  Can you help me?"

"I'm afraid not, Doctor Wentworth, not here.  We mostly have here what 
is called in the furniture business as 'beginner's' furnishings.  Yes 
they are inexpensive, but we don't call them cheap.  Many consumers 
don't have the finances to buy more expensive furniture.  For people 
just starting up, beginners, they usually scrimp and save to get their 
first bedroom suite.  What you need, Doctor, is to visit our other 
store out near the country club, where we handle the type of 
furnishings that you desire.  In fact, since I'm a managing partner in 
the firm, I'll be happy to handle this personally.  Why don't you give 
me a few minutes to get my sample books and we'll drive out to your 
house.  Let me see the rooms, make a few measurements, review the 
sample books with you, talk to the other store so we can determine 
availability, and we can make a deal.  You said you needed the 
furnishings quickly.  How soon would that be Doctor Wentworth?"

"I need two tomorrow morning and the other two by Thursday Morning.  
By the way sir, what's your name?"

"I'm Bill Peterson.  And I believe we should be able to meet your 
needs.  Our firm is based on the concept of service as my father's 
father demanded.  My Grandfather opened this store first in 1923 as a 
second hand store.  His son, my father, took over 1948, began to 
retail new furniture, and Dad retired in 1988, leaving my brothers and 
I in charge these last 13 years.  Do you have a car out front?  Good.  
Let me get my books and I'll follow you two back to your home.  I 
think we can get all this settled rather quickly.  If you plan to 
acquire new, American made furniture, the price range is from $3,500 
to  $12,000 per room.  Think about that on our way up to your home and 
it can be a good basis for beginning our viewing of selections."

Patty agreed and they soon were on their way to her home.  Emily was 
excited about it all.  She hadn't seen the Wentworth's house before 
and she'd never before spent money on furniture like Patty was 
planning.

"That's a lot of money to spend on bedroom furniture, isn't it?" Emily 
asked.

"Not really, when you think of the comfort of our guests and that 
we'll use it for years and years.  I'm putting you in the room with my 
old stuff; you'll see that when we get there.  It's okay, but not good 
enough for your guardians.  I'd like them to have a really nice bed 
and dressers.  Don't forget I'll have to buy pillows, sheets, 
blankets, and pillow covers.  Also bath towels, pool towels, and throw 
rugs.  Those old wood floors can get cold."

"Okay, here we are.  Oh, by the way, Kate Stevens' house is about a 
half mile down the road that way!" Patty pointed further down 
Whispering Pines Trail.  "Our house is up on the ridge line.  You 
can't even see it from here!  Isn't it neat?"

"Wow!  You're right!  This is so kewl!" Emily gushed.

Soon they were at the house and Emily was very impressed.  Bill 
Peterson pulled up behind Patty's red VW, leaving the big circular 
drive open for others.  Patty led them in and gave a quick tour, 
ending upstairs at the guest bedroom area.   The first two rooms on 
either side shared a bathroom and the big room on the end had its own 
bath.  The first room on the right had Patty's old bedroom suite.

"This is where you'll be staying Emily.  See what I mean about it 
being only 'good' quality furniture," Patty pulled out a dresser and 
the back was only fiber board, but it was nailed on.  The sides were 
real wood, but not of top quality.  "I want better than this for the 
other rooms," she told Bill.  Emily and Patty looked through the rooms 
and left Bill to make his measurements.

"We'll be down in the kitchen," Patty told the furniture man.  "Please 
join us when you are ready Mr. Peterson."

"Good, good!" he replied as he drew a quick floor plan for the room 
opposite the one Emily would occupy.  "We'll call this one 'A' and 
number the others around as B, C, and D.  Excellent.  Oh, please call 
me Bill.  I'll be down in about ten minutes.  Thanks." Lost in his 
thoughts, Patty and Emily left him to his drawings and measurements.

"Gawd, this is a huge kitchen," Emily exclaimed when they got 
downstairs.  "You've got three refrigerators!" 

"No, actually the one over there is a freezer.  See, that part on the 
side is an ice machine.  Would you like a soda or some juice?  How 
about some hot coffee?  Or milk?"

"Some juice would be nice, thank you," Emily replied.  Patty got out 
the juice and they sat at the kitchen nook table in the sunshine 
looking over the pool.  "This is beautiful!  Thanks.  I like apple 
juice!"

"I need to talk with you seriously for a minute," Patty told Emily.  
"First a question.  Do you have a cocktail dress?"

"No.  I don't think I've ever worn one," Emily replied.

"Well, you need to get one for the reception," Patty explained

"Why can't I just wear a skirt, matching blazer, and blouse like last 
night?"

"Because you'll be meeting the University President and his wife, Dean 
Watson of the Honors College, Dean Collins of the Chemistry Department 
and his wife, all your Professors and their wives, including Bob and 
myself, and Dean Stevens, whom you just met.  This reception is for 
your Guardian and his wife, but you will be a focus too.  All of us 
women will be in gowns and you better be too!  If you can't afford 
one, Dean Stevens will arrange for you to borrow one from one of her 
Sorority sisters at Lambda Epsilon Zeta."

"No, I'd better buy one.  I'll probably need it later," Emily agreed.

"We'll go look at some after Bill leaves.  I know just where to go.  
This isn't to make you look sexy, this is for professional reasons.  
And you better tell Junior he has to wear a suit.  By the way, 
speaking of Junior, you haven't asked me my secret."

"Oh, I forgot.  This has been so exciting!" Emily confessed.  "What is 
it?"

"Now don't go blabbing this, very few people know it.  Your Doctor 
John wants to meet Junior's Father and is calling him this morning to 
invite him to the reception," Patty told Emily with a twinkle in her 
eye, watching Emily's eyes get real wide.

"OH GOD!  Not at the *reception*!" Emily cried

"Don't be upset or concerned.  You'll be the youngest, prettiest of 
all the women there!  A foxy young woman like you will steal the show 
in a beautiful gown!  What an excellent way to meet your lover's 
parents!  There you'll be, dressed to the nines, with your guardian, 
getting high praise from the President, the Deans, and your 
Professors.  Think about it.  You couldn't plan on a nicer, better way 
to meet them.  It will be all formal so they can't ask you deep 
personal questions or corner you for inspection.  After all, you are 
the center of attention.  All you have to say to break up a 
conversation that you want free from is, "There's Dr. James.  I need 
to speak to him for a moment."  Then you go over and tell him how 
happy you are and how pleased you are that he honored your guardian 
with such high praise," Patty instructed.

"Actually, you ought to think about what to say to him.  You'll 
probably not have another chance to speak with him for years, if at 
all.  This is a golden opportunity to make a good impression.  If you 
do, you'll never know when an opportunity might arise that he could 
appoint you to a special committee or panel as a smart, young female 
student to represent him or the University.  That's the kind of 
exposure that only comes once or twice in a lifetime.  Just like this 
reception.  Just think of it as a way to see and be seen, make your 
guardians proud of you, and help yourself open a lot of doors to 
future success.  Handle yourself well, and a lot of important people 
will be impressed."  

"Suppose I don't want to impress a lot of important people?" Emily 
said shyly.

"Don't be stupid.  No one will expect you to be perfect, but the more 
you try, the better off you'll be.  Also, Dean Watson will probably 
extend to you an offer to join the Honor's College.  You'll need to 
prepare a simple thank you speech.  No, no.  Don't get all worked up.  
How about: 'Thank you very much for this wonderful opportunity Dean 
Watson.  I'm very pleased with this high honor.  I will work hard and 
make you and the University proud of me.'  That's it!  Just keep it 
simple.  Oh, if you haven't figured this out, you'll be the first 
freshman *ever* to enter the Honor's College.  I think that's great!  
You're going to love it!  It's a great opportunity!"

"I don't know if I want to be in the Honor's College!" Emily said.

"Just wait until you see it!   They have single and double rooms, each 
with their own bathroom including shower.  That alone ought to make 
you want it.  It's all co-ed, so there are guys and gals on each 
floor.  The complex includes a study library with PC's, a computer 
lab, performance studios, painter's lofts, a cafeteria with a 
performer's stage, a media room, and their own publishing center.   
Don't worry, you'll love it when we go with Dean Stevens to see it 
next week.  You can decide not to go there if you want; I'll help you 
write a short 'Thanks, but no thanks!' note.  But first, accept the 
honor gracefully at the reception and then see it before you decide to 
say no."

"What kind of courses do they teach?" Emily asked.

"None.  All the academic classes are set up by each College and 
Department.  The College of Living Sciences, Dean Steven's people, 
have set up all sorts of honors classes and programs.  Dean Collins 
and Bob are doing the same in the College of Natural Sciences, 
including the Chemistry Department.   Unless you are in the Honor's 
College, you can only take these courses by invitation of the Dean of 
that Department with the approval of the College VP.  Don't worry, 
you'll have plenty of choices of classes to take."

"Hi ladies," Bill said as he entered the kitchen.  "I'm sorry it took 
a little longer than I'd thought, but I was making some notes that 
might help."

"Sit down Bill and tell up what you think," Patty told him.  "Would 
you like some coffee, or a soda, or perhaps some juice?"

Bill wanted a glass of juice.  Emily got it while Bill spread out his 
drawings and notes.  When Emily returned, he took a big swallow of 
juice, and began.  Over the next twenty minutes he explained that 
rooms A, B, and D were the same, except the view.  The big room, C, 
was really the crown jewel.  He opened the books and showed them the 
different styles, Early American, Queen Ann, Contemporary, Post-
Modern, . . . . etc.  Patty wanted the largest beds that A and B could 
handle, twin beds in D, and a king in C.  As for styles, she didn't 
have a favorite, but not Contemporary or Post Modern.  She liked the 
idea of a king size four post bed in C.   Bill showed the four post 
beds to them in a book and analyzed the room measurements.

"We can get Queen beds in A and B.  D can handle two doubles if you 
want.  The closet space is limited, but if these are only for short-
term guests, it will be sufficient.  Room C has large closets, but an 
armoire for an entertainment center wouldn't be out of the question," 
Bill explained.

Patty found a king size four post bed that she liked and showed it to 
Bill.

That's a good choice," Bill said.  "It's well constructed of quality 
wood and is in the $10,000 range for the suite.  That includes the 
king bed, the matching armoire, a chest of drawers, a dressing table 
with lamps, two night stands with lamps, and a step stool for getting 
up onto the bed (a ladies aid, so to speak - he laughed).  Two chairs 
are included.  The matching sets of queen beds, night stands with 
lamps, dressers, and dressing table with lamps and chairs is around 
$7,000 each.  The two doubles, with the rest of the accompaniments, is 
about $6,500.   Does that seem like what you want, price-wise?" 

Patty agreed, then discussed the wood and color of the furniture.  
Emily got up and refilled the juice glasses.  Bill pulled out a 
wireless telephone and called the store.  He got his brother and they 
quickly got to work checking on availability.  Bill had obviously 
called him on the way over and alerted him to what was going on.  They 
were ready with the latest inventory of their furniture.  Patty leafed 
through the book, Emily looking over her shoulder, and suddenly found 
a section on bedding.  Looking at the pillows and sheets, Patty 
decided that she may as well get them all from Bill.

Bill said good bye to his brother and turned to smile at them.  "All 
set!  I'll have everything delivered and set up tomorrow morning, 
except the armoire and one of the queen frames.  Well have those on 
Thursday morning.  Is that acceptable?"

Patty smiled and told him that was excellent.  "What kind of mattress 
are you providing?"

Bill explained that they had five major brands in a range of support.  
At Patty's prompting, he suggested a good brand and in a firm.  "You 
don't want soft or regular.  Many like the super firm, but those are 
usually folks with back problems.  I think, for short term users, firm 
would be best."

Patty agreed and then ordered bed pads, pillows, sheets, and pillow 
cases.  "I want six pillows on the king bed, 3 firm, 3 medium.  Four 
on each of the other four beds, two firm and two medium each.  That's 
a total of eleven each of the firm and the medium.  All in king size 
please.  I just love pillows." Bill wrote down the pillow request and 
he and Patty quickly agreed on white sheets, flat and fitted, with 
high count cotton/polyester blend fabric.  Two sets each for each bed 
and a total of 44 king size pillow cases. 

Bill asked about window treatments; he could suggest a few experts 
around town that could do the job quickly.   Patty told him that a 
Miss Foster was coming at two o'clock to make suggestions while the 
painters were here and she could see the colors.

"Painters?" Emily asked.

"Yes, ten of them.  Actually eight, two per room, and two helpers to 
mix and pour.  I want them done by five o'clock.  I've got to air the 
rooms out before all this company arrives."

Bill laughed and complimented Patty, "Doctor, I see that you've got 
the 'Just Do It!' philosophy of your husband.  I must say that I 
agree.  I'll work up a final bill and bring it up tomorrow, if that is 
acceptable to you?"

Patty agreed and stood to show him out.  Patty locked the door behind 
them and went to her car with Emily.  "Thanks so much for all your 
service," she said as she kissed Bill on the cheek.  "You've made me 
very happy and I'm glad that the Peterson House can be counted on for 
old fashioned service!"

Turning to Emily she said, "get in and *Let's Go Shopping!*"


***********************************

"Maryann!  What are you doing?" Mrs. James Wentworth Preston asked.

Maryann was nude on her bed, fucking herself with several vibrators 
and dildos while she teased her nipples with different clips.  The 
room was rank with the smell of girl juice and cum.  It was obvious 
what she was doing!

"Ah, . . . . Oh!  Oh!  Oh!"  Maryann exclaimed as she shivered through 
a satisfying climax.  

Justine just stood and smiled as she watched her daughter cum!  She 
noticed nearly a dozen dildos, vibrators, probes, and a pile of 
assorted clips and other thing she didn't recognize.

"Hi Mom," Maryann said with slit eyes, panting hard, pointed nipples, 
and cum running freely from her now empty pussy, a wet vibrator laying 
to the side.  She rolled over a bit and *popped* a long anal probe 
from her ass, then removed the clips from her elongated nipples.  

"Oh God!  That was fantastic!" Maryann told her Mom.  "Mother, you've 
got to try this one!" she picked up the 'Whirling Dervishes' and 
showed it to her.  "These roll back and forth across your G-spot and 
this little cup fits over your clit and when you turn it on it. . . . 
. "

"No, sweetheart.  I'm not going to try it!  Well, not now at least.  
Let's do it later.  Come on, take a quick shower, put on a skirt and 
top, and let's go shopping.  In my *new* car!  If you hurry I *might* 
let you drive!"

Maryann's eyes got wide and she jumped up, bounced on her big bed and 
clapped like a cheerleader again.

"You mean it?  Really?  All Right!" she yelled as she bounced off and 
into her bathroom.  The shower started immediately and Justine smiled.

'Girls aren't hard to figure out.  You just got to push the right 
buttons!' she thought to herself as she went back downstairs to fix a 
little lunch for them both.

Maryann soon came bouncing down the stairs in sandals, short Jean 
skirt, and a crop top over her braless breasts.  She picked up a 
sandwich and began to wolf it down.

"Lift up your skirt and show me your panties!" Justine demanded.

"Mufflllllaaarr!" Maryann mumbled with her mouth full.

"Don't argue with me!  Show me your panties!  I'm getting angry with 
you always questioning me.  Bad girls don't get to drive new cars.  
Now show me!"

Maryann lifted her skirt and, just as her Mother suspected, she hadn't 
any on.

"I though so!  We're not going whoring today!  No go back up and put 
on a clean pair!  Right now!" Justine swatted her on her butt.  "Hurry 
up!  I'm not going to wait around!"

Maryann ran back upstairs eating her sandwich.  Soon she was back and 
grabbed a glass of milk her Mom had put out, taking big gulps.

"Show me!" Justine demanded again.

Maryann pulled her skirt up, front and back, and twirled around 
several times, showing off her pale blue silk panties.

"Satisfied? she asked her Mom.

"Yes dear.  I hope your tryst with Celeste went well.  We'll not be 
getting sexy this afternoon while we're shopping.  Save it for when we 
get home.  I'll try a few of your toys with you.  Okay?"

Maryann, with another mouthful of sandwich, nodded in agreement and 
drank down her milk.

"If you're going to drive my new car, wash your hands first.  I don't 
want crumbs or wet hands on my steering wheel and seats," Mother 
instructed Daughter.  "I know my car will get dirty, but *not* on the 
first day!"

The two women went out to the garage and activated the door opener.  
The bright sunlight gradually shown on the two cars, the old and the 
new.

"Gosh Mom!  It sure is pretty!"  Maryann gushed as she started for the 
driver's side.

"No, not yet.  It's kind of close here and I'm going to back it out 
and drive to the first store.  You can drive it from there."

"Mom!  You promised!"

"I did and I will.  Not now.  Not from here until you get more 
experience.  It's a bigger car, much bigger that the other one.  You 
need to drive it a bit on the open road before you try going in and 
out of this garage.  Grab the door remote from the little car.  I need 
it in mine!"

Maryann did as she was told and joined her Mother in the new car in 
the passenger seat.  She marveled at the plush interior and dark 
windows.  She played with the radio, tape player, and CD player.

"Wow!  I should have brought one of my CD's!" Maryann exclaimed.  
"This is awesome Mom!"

They rode down the street toward a big discount house in total silence 
in the air conditioned gold S600 Mercedes.  Maryann looked around, 
behind her new sunglasses, checking out the gawkers looking at the 
beautiful new car.

End Chapter 50

********************** My Dear Readers ***************************** 
Please remember that stories are just stories and not reality.  Do  
not engage in unprotected sex or the ugly reality of life in the 
21st century will rot your mind, rape your soul, and kill your body.
************** Thank You For Reading My Story **********************

Mrs. James Wentworth Preston 
Copyright 2001 







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