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What Some People Will Do
(C)2000, 2007 by Sir Render (i_am_sirrender@yahoo.com as of January
2007)

Part 20

Chapter 58

As Brenda stood in a group hug with Wynona and Jim whom she had 
encouraged to get friendly with each other while Mr. Matsumoto 
screwed her on the bed, she gave each of them a kiss on the mouth.  
Withdrawing she went back to the closet and rummaged around until she 
found a delightful full length blue and silver sequin dress with 
short sleeves and a fairly open back.

"Wyn, help me into this," she said excitedly, holding the garment 
against her naked body and looking herself up and down in the mirror 
standing in one corner of the room.

The women worked to slide Brenda's curvaceous form into the dress but 
after several minutes of tugging and straining to get the clasp at 
the back of the neck to close ultimately decided that Brenda's 
breasts were just too big for it.  "Obviously this one's made for 
me," Wynona said, helping Brenda shimmy back out of it.  Cupping her 
friend's tits she added, "I wouldn't mind if you went back down to 
the party just like this."

"I think I've had enough nudity for one night," Brenda replied.  She 
glanced at the overweight business man still lying naked on the bed.  
"Is he still breathing?"

"Oh Brenda, you're not THAT good!" Wynona said with a laugh and a 
playful slap on Brenda's shoulder.

"Hey!  How would you know?  Don't knock it 'till you've tried it."

Wynona stepped closer and traced the line of Brenda's spine with her 
fingernail.  "Ooh, I just might take you up on that one of these 
days."

"I'm serious," Brenda said as she got onto her knees at the end of 
the bed.  She scooted up alongside Mr. Matsumoto and bent over him.  
"Mr. Matsumoto?  Are you okay?"  Just then his eyes flicked open.  
Brenda, startled, reeled backward and nearly fell off the side of the 
bed onto the hard wood floor.

"You have honored an old man," he said quietly.  "But you must never 
speak of this.  Arrigato."

"I wasn't planning on it," Brenda said.  The last thing she needed 
was for word to get around that a fat, old Japanese business man had 
virtually blackmailed her to have sex in front of her husband.  She 
got off the bed and returned to the closet with Wynona.  She looked 
over her shoulder to see Jim just standing by the door, hands in 
pockets and watching her every move.  Was he ashamed?  Embarrassed?  
Disgusted?  In the moonlight coming in through the window she 
couldn't quite tell the expression on his face, but he most certainly 
was not hugging or kissing her and telling her how great she was.

"Oh, this would like nice on you," Wynona said, holding up a gray 
business dress suit.  "You can go down looking very professional and 
show everyone that they didn't get to you."

"Hm, with or without the jacket?"

"Oh definitely with.  How about with the jacket but not the blouse 
underneath?  Leave people guessing whether you're wearing anything 
under the jacket," Wynona grinned.

"Perfect!"

Wynona removed the dress suit from its intricate hanger system and 
held out each piece to Brenda as she put them on, leaving the light 
pink blouse on the hanger.  Once her jacket was buttoned below her 
bust and her ample cleavage called out from between the lapels, 
Brenda looked at herself in the full-length mirror again.  She struck 
a few poses trying to find a good detached professional stance for 
her grand re-entrance to the party downstairs.  She also saw Mr. 
Matsumoto get up and get dressed before quietly exiting past Jim.

With finally just the three of them in the room Jim came to stand 
behind his wife.  He put strong hands on her shoulders and gave her a 
short massage.  "You look fabulous," he said before leaning in to 
kiss her on the neck.

Someone knocked on the bedroom door and then it swung open.  All eyes 
turned to watch Thomas Hardcastle, swaying unsteadily with a half 
empty glass of whiskey in his hand, as he staggered into the room.

"What's taking so long?" he slurred.  "Everyone's wondering..." he 
began then belched.  "Everyone's wondering where you are.  The 
party's just no fun without you.  Now get down there and get your 
clothes off," he commanded while waving his glass in the air and 
spilling a couple of sips worth.

"Maybe you should sit down," Wynona advised, putting a comforting 
hand on Thomas' shoulder.  "You look like you're about to fall over."

"It's so hot in here," he complained.  "I need a drink."  With that 
he barged out of the room and down the hall for the stairs.

Brenda, Wynona and Jim followed a few seconds later, Brenda 
forgetting all about her professional entrance as someone handed her 
a glass of champagne.  The rest of the night became a blur of idle 
chat, questions about future directions for the show and comments 
about how lucky Jim was to have a woman as hot and sexy and open as 
Brenda.


Chapter 59

"Brenda, I'd like you to come down to the gym for about an hour.  I 
want you to look over the layout and plan out your workout for 
tomorrow night."

"Sure Thomas, just give me a bit to get dressed."

"Since when do you need to get dressed to go out/" Thomas joked.  
Brenda did not laugh.  "Sorry.  But anyway, Raj and I are down here 
now setting up lighting and we need to know where you plan to be 
throughout the night.  Hurry on down as soon as you can."

Brenda was not scheduled to be on camera that day so she dressed 
carefully in clothes she intended to keep on.  Her body had recovered 
nicely from the previous week's sunburn and Saturday night's groping 
and alcohol consumption so she was able to wear whatever she liked 
from her closet and dresser.

She had spent the night in a sheer black baby doll with pink ribbon 
bows covering the breast cups and a pair of black bikini cut panties.  
She had tried to wear that same outfit the night she'd come home with 
the sunburn but her husband Jim had insisted she wear something less 
revealing on account of their house guest for the week arriving that 
same evening.  Mikey was still sleeping over at their house but over 
the past few days Brenda had managed to wear less and less without 
arousing too much suspicion; by wearing just a little bit less each 
day her husband either didn't notice or didn't mind.

And damn that Wynona for encouraging her to take risks with showing 
off to Mikey.  Wynona had been ready to offer her own services to the 
man as a guide both in and out of the bedroom but Brenda made her 
swear not to get involved.  Wynona had planted the thought in her 
mind that she (that being Brenda) wanted the guy all for herself and 
said that if Brenda didn't show off around him and see if he took her 
bait then Wynona would go all out for him on his last night in town, 
which would be the night Brenda was occupied with her live show at 
the new fitness spa and gym downtown.

Throughout the weekend Brenda made sure she showered with the bedroom 
door open and that she came down to breakfast in as little as she 
could.  On Friday night she had asked Mikey to put aloe on her 
shoulders and back while she clutched her untied halter top to her 
chest.  She played with the idea of letting it fall away and 
pretending to be surprised but couldn't build up the nerve to do it, 
especially with Jim in the house.  She didn't want there to be any 
misunderstandings.

But then Saturday night had come and Jim, after an initial objection, 
had stood by and watched another man have sexual intercourse with her 
at the company party.  More than that, Jim had agreed on Brenda's 
insistence to feel up and finger-fuck Wynona while watching Brenda 
get plowed into the bed.  Brenda now felt both relieved that Jim 
seemed to be okay with the idea of her literally having sex with 
other men and dreadfully worried that Jim seemed to be okay with the 
idea of her literally having sex with other men.  What did that mean 
for their marriage?

Needless to say that night had seen a more dramatic reduction in the 
amount and coverage quotient of clothing she wore around the house 
and Sunday night had seen another drop.

As of Monday morning now, Jim was away at work and Brenda was free to 
flaunt herself as much as she pleased.  But somehow she didn't feel 
like flaunting herself too much outside the home.  She wanted to keep 
her infidelity private, regardless of how Jim may or may not have 
felt about it.

But while inside her own home, around a younger man who would be out 
of the state after another day, she felt just comfortable enough to 
slide her black panties down her slender legs and kick them into the 
bathroom before heading down the stairs to get a cup of instant 
coffee.

Mikey was sitting on the floor with his laptop computer on the coffee 
table in the living room.  He looked up as Brenda descended the 
steps.  She stood with her hands on her hips as if totally unaware 
that her furry brown bush was perfectly visible through the sheer 
fabric of her baby doll.  "I'm going to get a cup of coffee and then 
I have to get dressed and go out for a bit.  Do you want anything?"

She saw the man's eyes grow wider and the motions of his cheek 
muscles as he apparently fought to keep from saying something.  
Finally he shook his head and mumbled, "No thanks."

Brenda went to the kitchen and put a mug of water into the microwave.  
She let it heat while she went through the cabinet over the sink to 
find a packet of instant coffee.  When the coffee was ready, with a 
spoon of sugar and a dash of milk from out of the fridge, she 
shuffled back to the base of the stairs, stood there half facing 
Mikey and held the mug to her lips.  She breathed in the aroma of the 
sanctified caffeine bearing liquid.

Still pretending not to notice her state of relative undress, Brenda 
asked, "Whatcha workin' on there?"

Without looking at her Mikey replied that he was checking his email.

"Did you hear back from that company?" she asked, genuinely 
interested in knowing.

"Nothing yet.  It's still early, though," he said with an upbeat 
smile.

Brenda sipped her hot coffee.  "Well I hope you get everything you 
wanted."  She then added, "I hope you get into a good position."  She 
took another sip of coffee before turning and heading back into the 
kitchen to dump it out in the sink.  She had to get cleaned up, put 
on  her face and get dressed to go downtown and that would take at 
least half an hour.

She dropped the baby doll to the floor as she entered her bedroom and 
strode naked into the bathroom where she took a very quick refresher 
shower.  After drying her hair and putting on some makeup, she 
strolled into the bedroom and got out her clothes for the day; a 
light denim, sleeveless blouse, a mid-length tan wrap-around skirt 
and platform sandals.  Then she sat on the edge of the bed and pulled 
on a pair of pink satin panties.  She slipped her feet into the 
sandals and stood to wrap the skirt around her slim waist.  She then 
pulled on the denim blouse but intentionally did not button it up.  
With the top hanging open and her splendid breasts moving freely she 
once again descended the stairs.

"Do you want anything before I go?" she asked, pulling the blouse 
wide open and using her fingers to count down the buttons on the one 
side and button holes on the other in order to align them properly.  
When she reached the bottom she began buttoning up until she got to 
the button at just about breast level.  She left the two above that 
undone.

With her head bent down but her eyes rolled up to get the most 
horizontal view she could, Brenda noted that Mikey watched her chest 
the whole time that it was exposed.  A spark of anxiety and lust 
raced up her spine causing her to shiver.

When her breasts were finally covered Mikey responded, "N-no thanks.  
I'll be fine."  He looked away as Brenda's head rose to look him 
straight in the face.

The drive down to the spa and gym was uneventful.  It was no more 
than twenty minutes from her home and traffic was light at this time 
of the day before lunch.

The gym had been built inside an old vacant grocery store and was 
still partly under construction.  The only signs for the gym were 
printed banners hung over the name of the old store which had been 
there.  Thomas met her at the door and guided her in past the staff 
who were setting up the entry area with signs for the upcoming grand 
opening.

As they walked through the maze-like pattern of weight machines, 
exercise bikes, stair steppers and chin-up bars Brenda told Thomas 
that she was rethinking the door prizes she would offer at her 
performance on Tuesday.

"You still haven't even told me what you planned on giving," Thomas 
replied with a puzzled look.  "And already you're changing them?"

"Well yes.  It's just like you said.  Mr. Griffith told me I wasn't 
doing enough hard stuff.  I was going to tell you my ideas today but 
now I need time to rethink some of them.  I mean, five minutes 
fondling my breasts hardly seems like enough for the first place 
winner now."

"Well just keep in mind these are going to be people who would 
probably have a heart attack if you offered them oral sex.  And they 
may not be so comfortable being on camera.  Also keep in mind that if 
you offer a prize, your fans will hold it against you if you fail to 
deliver because the guy with the lucky ticket happens to be 
overweight or unattractive.  What I'm saying is don't overdo this.  
Go only as far as you are willing to go.  We can make up for any lack 
of perceived explicitness in a later show."

Brenda shook her head.  "No, I've made up my mind.  I want to do 
something really special for the first place winner.  Hm, how about 
this?  The third place ticket gets to touch me and hold my ankles 
while I do crunches in the nude on the mat.  They'll get an up close 
and personal look at me and get to put their hands on me for a couple 
of minutes."

"Okay, I'm with you on that," Thomas replied.  "A good prize for 
someone who's been a fan of the show for a while and would die happy 
if he could just touch you."

"Right.  Now the second place prize should be something more.  Let's 
say second place gets to tit-fuck me?"

"Ooh, problem.  What if the ticket winner is female?  Or what if 
they're not comfortable whipping out their schlong in front of a 
crowd and cameras?"

"Okay... well then they get a choice of tit-fucking me or hand drying 
me after I shower?"

"Not bad, but that's hardly better than the third prize."

"You're right.  Damn I wish Wyn was here.  She'd come up with some 
good ideas."

Thomas stopped and said, "Well what about this?  They get a choice of 
the tit fuck, like you said, or ten minutes of free groping and 
making out in a back room with just you and the camera?"

"Sounds fair.  So the first place prize should be something really 
special.  But if it happens to be a girl, which I doubt there will be 
many girls here, mostly guys who still live at home I guess, then it 
could be like fifteen minutes with me in the steam room doing 
anything at all they want with me short of intercourse or anal sex."

"So they could ask you for a 69 or a tit fuck or ask to finger you, 
spank you, slap you around?"

"That's the risk I'm willing to take," Brenda said.  "Say anything 
but intercourse, anal sex or battery."

"There you go."

They spent the next half hour or so walking around and deciding which 
machines Brenda would use for the taping.  They mapped out areas 
which would be kept clear of fans in case she needed to go and get a 
drink of water or use the toilet or something.

Brenda arrived home around an hour after leaving.  She parked in the 
driveway rather than the garage and entered through the front door, 
which she rarely did.  She guessed that part of her wanted to be seen 
going into her own house for a change, after the three visits she'd 
made recently to the Albright house down the street.  Also she wanted 
to get the mail which had come and awaited her arrival in the 
curbside mailbox.

Mikey's laptop was still on the coffee table but the screen was down 
and closed over the keyboard.  Brenda checked in the dining room and 
kitchen but didn't see him.  She sat down cross-legged on the 
recliner in the living room and sorted out the junk mail while 
absent-mindedly unstrapping and removing her sandals.  Leaving them 
on the lush carpet, she stood and placed the mail on the table then 
walked quietly up the stairs.  As she climbed she could hear faint 
sounds coming from one of the bedrooms but wasn't sure which until 
she got to the top.

Coming from the doorway of her own bedroom was the flickering light 
of the television.  She heard quiet chatter from whatever program was 
playing but couldn't make out the words from this distance.  She 
could also hear heavy breathing.

Out of instinct the muscles in Brenda's body tensed and her anxiety 
increased her alertness as she crept on tiptoes down the carpeted 
hall to stand beside the open master bedroom door.  Peeking in with 
one eye Brenda gasped as she saw Mikey, her husband's cousin's son 
(but no real relation to her, as Wynona had frequently pointed out 
over the past week) sitting on the foot of her princess fairytale 
canopy bed, dick in hand and jacking off to one of her videos!  She 
stood quietly, mouth agape and watched as her image on the screen sat 
on the bathroom toilet lid and gave a sloppy blow job to one of the 
delivery men who had assembled that very fairytale bed.

Brenda felt violated.  But before she could storm into the room to 
reprimand him for invading her personal life she realized that she 
was putting this stuff out for people to see.  Her personal life had 
become public and she was responsible for that.  She also remembered 
again how she had been talked into screwing one of Channel 69's 
biggest sponsors at the party on Saturday night and how her husband 
had allowed it to happen.  She further remembered Wynona's 
encouragement to see how far this guy who wasn't really related to 
her would go if given the chance.  She then also recalled that her 
boss was docking her pay significantly for not having sex with anyone 
other than her husband on the show and insisting that she do more 
hardcore work but that Jim didn't want any part of it due to his 
pending promotion.  She nevertheless played it tough to start.

"Excuse me!" Brenda scolded from the doorway.

"Holy shit!" Mikey screeched as he slipped off the end of the bed and 
landed on his butt on the floor.  He quickly grabbed for his pants 
which had been discarded and tried to cover himself without actually 
putting them on.

"How long have you been watching these?" she demanded, stepping 
closer and motioning toward the TV.

"I-- I-- I just found it.  I'm sorry.  I can explain.  I--"

"No, don't bother.  I saw what you were doing."  Brenda stood before 
him and crouched down.  She repeated, "I saw what you were doing."

"It isn't what you think," he pleaded in a squeaky tone.

"Oh, I think it is.  Have you been getting off on me all week?"

"N-no, I swear."

"Come now, be honest.  Do you get off looking at my breasts?  At my 
ass?   My pussy?"

Mikey was speechless.

"Well let's just see."  Brenda stood and began unbuttoning her blue 
denim blouse.  She left it hanging open and undid the one button 
holding her skirt together at her waist.  It fell to the floor around 
her feet.  "Which first?  Top or bottom?"

"Mrs. Young--" Mikey began.

"Oh honey, I think we're way beyond Mrs. Young," Brenda said, 
reaching out and ruffling his hair.  "I'm just a woman whose sexy 
body and slutty behavior get you off.  Isn't that right/"

He gulped.

"Top or bottom?" she asked again, still playing it tough.

"Top?" he said in such a way that it sounded like a question.

Brenda pulled her blouse apart and shrugged it off her shoulders and 
let it fall behind her.  She now stood bare breasted before him.  
"Stand up and let me see how happy you are to see me," she commanded.  
She reached out a hand to help Mikey stand up.  He stared up at her.  
Holding his trousers against his crotch with one hand, he took 
Brenda's hand and rose to his feet.  "Come on now," she teased.  "If 
you get to see my boobies then I get to see your dick."

Mikey lost his hold on the trousers and continued to stare open-
mouthed at Brenda's magnificent rack as they dropped the floor.

"Hm, not bad but a little soft.  Do you want me to make it hard 
again?"

Mikey just nodded dumbly.  Brenda sank to her knees, placed a hand on 
each of his butt cheeks and used only her lips and tongue to guide 
her mouth around his cock head.  She gave a few shallow sucks and 
then swiped her tongue across the underside of his head.  His cock 
became instantly hard.  Brenda pulled back extended her tongue to 
lick in rapid little strokes at the same spot under his head.  
Mikey's cock twitched and jumped.

Rather than take his cock in her mouth again Brenda rose and kissed 
Mikey lightly on the lips.  "I bet you'd like to fuck me now, 
wouldn't you?  Well I want you to fuck me, too."  She took hold of 
his prick with one hand and guided him to the side of the bed where 
she sat him down with her other hand on his chest.  "You can ride but 
only with protection."  With that she stepped across the room to 
Jim's tall dresser.  In the bottom of the top drawer was a small 
stash of condoms for those times when he wasn't sure if Brenda was 
still on the pill and didn't want to ruin their fantastic sex life by 
getting her pregnant.  Then again, she didn't recall him using a 
condom with her for several months.

Brenda tore the packet open with her teeth and brought it over to 
Mikey on the bed where she carefully placed the rubber over and 
around his head before unrolling it down the length of his shaft, 
measuring him out as she went.  She got up to around five inches when 
the rubber ran out and there was about another third to half an inch 
of skin before his ball sack.

She stood and turned away from him, hooking her thumbs under the thin 
band of fabric around her waist.  She bent forward as she slid her 
pink satin panties down her legs and stepped out of them.  She 
wiggled her ass for him before standing erect -- but not nearly as 
erect as he now was -- turned and sat straddling his lap.

"Is this what you've been thinking about while watching my show?" she 
asked.  Then she kissed him open-mouthed while tracing circles on the 
sides of his head with her fingertips and grinding her breasts 
against his shirted chest.  She remained lip-locked with him like 
that for well over a minute before pushing him down onto his back 
across the bed.

With her knees on the bed to both sides of the twenty-one year old, 
Brenda pushed her chest out proudly and asked, "Now what do you want 
to do to me?"

Mikey began to get over his shock and surprise both of being caught 
and of what was now happening because he'd been caught.  He reached 
up with both hands and lifted Brenda's breasts from below.  He felt 
their weight, their firm shape and soft texture.  Propping himself up 
on one elbow, he planted his open mouth around Brenda's right nipple 
and created a vacuum seal around her wide areola.  As he began to 
suck and squeeze her nipple between his lips, Brenda encouraged him 
by moaning softly and saying things like, "That's nice.  That feels 
good."

Brenda took light hold of Mikey's rigid penis and guided it into the 
increasingly moist folds of her pussy.  As he continued to suck hard 
on her nipple she descended on him until she was impaled on his lance 
to the hilt.  She began a slow, steady rhythm of short back and forth 
movements to feel his cock all over inside her love canal.

"Mikey?" she asked softly.  "What else would you like to do to me?"

The younger man released his lip lock from her nipple, which now 
veritably gleamed with saliva, and looked up into her angelic face.  
Without a word he took hold of her firmly by the waist on both sides 
and rolled her over onto her back.  Brenda crossed her ankles behind 
his lower back as he stood, slightly stooped, beside the bed and 
pushed his cock back inside her.  The heat of her body drove him wild 
and he began to screw her in long, deep thrusts.

"Oh!  Oh!  Oh yeah!" Brenda squealed as her body rippled with the 
force of him slamming against her inner thighs and crotch.

They fucked like that on the edge of the bed for several minutes, 
Mikey grunting his adoration of her perfect body and Brenda squealing 
encouragement for him to go faster, deeper, harder and all those 
other things porn stars so often chant.

The telephone rang.

Mikey, arms wrapped under Brenda's thighs holding them up, went stiff 
as a board with his cock almost all the way out of her warm, juicy 
pussy.

The digital voice announcement on the phone said, "Call from... Jim 
Young."

"Oh shit!" Mikey shouted and let go of Brenda's legs.

"No no, don't worry.  He's at work.  You keep doing what you were 
doing."  She rolled over on the bed and crawled halfway across on her 
hands and knees to pick up the cordless receiver from the nightstand 
on the far side.  She remained on  her knees and with her free hand 
waved Mikey to move in behind her.

The younger man, having been near the verge of orgasm and now needing 
to cum, complied against his better judgment.  As Brenda pushed the 
talk button on the phone to answer it on the fourth ring Mikey pulled 
her thighs apart with his hands on her ass cheeks and thrust slow but 
hard into her pussy.

"Ah!  Hello?" Brenda said, trying to squelch her cry of surprise and 
raw sexual pleasure.

Mikey began to slowly but thoroughly fuck her from behind, pulling 
his cock out to the head and thrusting back in.

Brenda responded to her husband's voice on the phone.  "Um, no.  No 
delivery came today.  What's that?  Oh I guess Mikey could have 
gotten it if it came.  No he's not here -- well, I'm sure he's around 
here someplace.  Probably doing something important; something deep, 
you know?" she laughed nervously.

As she talked, Brenda had to concentrate very hard to regulate her 
breathing and to not cry out or moan or gasp or beg Mikey to fuck her 
faster.  She was deathly afraid of reaching climax before her husband 
got off the phone and whimpering into his ear from miles away.

"Well I'll ask him the next time I see him," she responded to Jim's 
query about whether Mikey got the job he was after.  "What's that?  
That noise?  Oh it's just... it's just the washing machine.  It's off 
balance and you know how the wet laundry makes that slapping sound 
when it's off balance.  Ooh!"

Mikey had shortened his thrusts and quickened his pace.  His hands 
had slid up along the small of Brenda's back, down around her slender 
waist, up across her toned abdomen and now gently squeezed her heavy 
hanging breasts.

Brenda recovered from her sudden outburst of near orgasmic delight by 
saying, "I just felt something wet."  She giggled.  "I think the 
washer is um -- must be throwing water now.  I'd better go take care 
of it.  Oh!" she squealed and very quickly thought to follow up with, 
"What time will you be home tonight?  It's Mikey's last night in town 
and I thought maybe we can eat out.  Okay I love you, bye bye."

Hanging up the phone, Brenda pulled herself away from Mikey's cock, 
turned around and took it in her mouth for a few quick sucks.  She 
tasted her own pussy juice along the length of the condom but the 
added taste of rubber made it less enjoyable.  She then rolled onto 
her back, scooted around and spread her legs as wide as they would go 
with her feet up and her hands clasping her ankles.

Mikey wasted no time in mounting her and pushed himself in inch by 
inch.  Once all the way inside her, he resumed his short, fast 
strokes.  Brenda was reaching orgasm and her cries of passion became 
almost a blur of one long, increasingly high pitched squeal.  When 
she climaxed she felt her ass getting wet from all the juice her 
pussy was pumping out around her lover's cock.  She arched her back 
and rolled her head back until it seemed to Mikey she was trying to 
stand on her head on the pillow.  Her breasts were thrust upward and 
the combination of her vaginal tightness and the gushing love juice 
quickly brought him to the best orgasm he'd ever felt.

They lay in each others' arms in rather a daze for many minutes 
before Brenda removed Mikey's right hand from her left breast and his 
nuzzling mouth from her neck and ear and scooted off the bed.  "We 
cannot do this again," she said.  "You're a nice guy, Mikey, but we 
really cannot let this ever happen again.  And we can't tell anyone 
it happened.  Okay?  Now get up and get dressed so I can wash these 
sheets before Jim comes home."

At mention of her husband Mikey was instantly on his feet and pulling 
on his briefs and pants.  Brenda remained naked as she bundled the 
bedspread and sheets in her arms and carried them down to the laundry 
room.  She realized that she could now tell her husband in all 
honesty that she had done a load of laundry that day.

While the washing machine was mixing the detergent and water there 
came a ring at the door.  Brenda walked to the front door without a 
thought of putting anything on and peered through the peephole.  A 
man in a brown uniform stood on the doorstep with a box in his hands 
and a clipboard under his arm.

"This must be the delivery Jim was talking about," Brenda muttered as 
she pulled the door open and stood before the man in all her naked, 
sweaty glory with sticky, fragrant pussy juice still clinging to her 
inner thighs and matting her pubic hair.

END OF PART 20

QUESTION:  What should be in that package that just got delivered for 
Jim?  Send comments and suggestions to:  i_am_sirrender@yahoo.com

NOTE:  If you've missed the story so far, you can download it free of 
charge at my website at http://sirrender.syntheticdimension.net/.
As of January 2007 I am still adding new chapters to 
"What Some People Will Do" and looking for new ideas and 
directions for the story.  I have put a feedback form on my website 
if you would like to make suggestions.    Thank you!  Sir Render

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