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Subject: {ASSM} The Case of the Missing Lover (MF)
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The Case of the Missing Lover

"Unnnnnnnhhhh!" I groaned as I ejaculated into the ass of seventeen
year old Ms. Smythe.

Ms. Smythe had come to us with the simple case of determining why
the attentions of her boyfriend had waned significantly.  We easily
discovered that the male of Ms. Smythe's interest had become
interested in another young woman.  Despite Ms. Smythe's upper-class
debutante status and upbringing and she was already financially set by
a wealthy father, before yet even mentioning her well-toned body of
five foot seven inches, amazingly attractive wavy blonde hair, and
she had 34B tits that were the apex definition of "perky", she was
losing to another seventeen year old woman, but one of lower middle
class distinction.  This was anathema to Ms. Smythe.

The change of interest was the result of a higher level of friskiness
by the female competition toward the male.  We, properly, offered our
assistance to Ms. Smythe to increase her friskiness.  Ms. Smythe
felt time was short to learn or she would lose her prospective suitor
to the other in just a few days.

Just a few seconds after my cock began to spasm inside Ms. Smythe's
ass, I felt the cock inside Ms. Smythe's pussy also begin to spasm
and empty its contents into her.  That cock belonged to the
incomparable Mr. Surefuck Homes.  You have read my chronicles of his
prowess in such adventures as the Case of the New Moon in Sussex and
the Adventure of the Ill-Reputed Tits.

Due to Ms. Smythe's eagerness to reclaim her boyfriend, Homes
suggested a concurrent entry into her.  I much liked this idea myself
since it increased my opportunity to assist Homes and I admittedly
rather enjoyed helping Homes in such circumstances.  Ms. Smythe
reasonably agreed and so Homes was laying on his back on the
cushioned table custom-made for such consultations.  Ms. Smythe was
on top of Homes with his cock up her pussy.  I was concurrently
behind Ms. Smythe with my cock engorged within her ass.

I let my now less than firm cock be pushed out of her ass by her
contracting muscles and I wobbly rose off the table.

"Thank you, Mr. Homes and Dr. Wadshot," said Ms. Smythe.  Her voice
had a lilt in it that sounded happy.  "You have both been most
enlightening."

"Thank you," came Homes' voice from underneath the perspired woman.
"I think you are well prepared to claim your boyfriend now."

"Unfortunately," Homes continued, "I must ask you to hasten to remove
your body off my own.  I have heard a hansom pull up and a visitor
will shortly be at our door."

Upon hearing Homes' words about visitation, I quickly cleaned myself
up and rapidly redressed myself.  While Ms. Smythe and Mr. Homes were
untangling, I lit some incense to lessen the strong odor of our recent
consultation with Ms. Smythe.

I sat in my favorite chair to greet visitors which is by the lampstand
and just moments later Homes was somehow already dressed and sat in
the corresponding chair on the other side of the lamp.

I glanced over at Ms. Smythe.  She was in the darker shadows,
cleaning her body from the various sources of wetness that were upon
it, and still very much completely naked.

The expected knock came upon the door.

"Enter," said Homes.

The good and faithful Mrs. Hunter entered.

"A Mr. Bradley Winston requests to see you, sir," said Mrs. Hunter.

"We will see him," said Homes.  "Please show him up."

"Very good," replied Mrs. Hunter, "And would you like some tea?"

"Yes, that would be excellent.  Thank you," said Homes.

Mrs. Hunter returned almost immediately carrying a tray of tea.
Behind her was a young man.

"Ah, Mrs. Hunter," said Homes, "Again, you have anticipated my needs
and already have the tea ready.  Thank you."

"Certainly, Mr. Homes," said Mrs. Hunter.  She placed the tray on the
lampstand and closed the door behind her as she left.

"Mr. Winston," said Homes,  "I am Surefuck Homes, please be seated
and tell us what troubles you to venture coming to us.  This is my
associate Dr. Wadshot.  From the look of your face, it is about
a woman."

Mr. Winston moved to the available seat.  Before he sat down, his
head turned in distraction.  In his vision, he had discovered Ms.
Smythe  who was bent over and running a towel upon her ass crack.
This was unquestionably a rational distraction.  I was perplexed
at the slowness of Ms. Smythe of cleaning up and getting dressed.
I was under the strong influence that every moment counted in her
quest.

"Hello, Mr. Homes," said Winston, "and Dr. Wadshot."  He nodded at me
and I returned the nod.  "I am Bradley Winston.  I am the recent heir
to the Winston Dairy Company fortune upon the death of my father six
months ago.  I am twenty-five years old, and have not married much to
the consternation of my father.  However, I have spent my early
adulthood learning the business and preparing to continue its success
for many years to come.  This I have done very successfully."

"Five months ago," continued Winston, "just a month after the passing
of my father, I finally met a woman that so captured my senses and my
heart that I was prepared to betroth myself to this woman..."

Winston suddenly paused.  He looked down and was obviously choking
down anguish and tears.

"Take all the time you need, Mr. Winston," said Homes.

"Thank you.  Most kind," said Winston, looking up.  He lightly
wiped his tears with his fingers.

We waited a few moments and Winston continued.

"Constance, that is her name, comes to my home every evening except
Sunday.  We make the most exquisite love.  But...but today is Friday
and I have not seen her since Tuesday."

"I fear, Mr. Homes," said Winston, dramatically, "that Constance
has run afoul of bad circumstances."

"It does sound that way," said I.

"We shall see," said Homes, in his detached manner.  "If you would
Mr. Winston, I would like to travel to your home this very moment
and assemble any clues that are waiting for me."

"Oh, yes, Mr. Homes," said Winston, excitedly in the knowledge
that Homes would take his case and immediately investigate into it.
"I have my own carriage and we will travel right away."

"That would be excellent," replied Homes.

On the ride to the Winston estate, we learned that his girlfriend
was named Constance Alnova and she was nineteen years old.  She
was a brunette, stood about five foot six inches tall, and Mr.
Winston said she had incredible 38DD tits.

She was also a refined woman.  Polite and cultured.  She dressed
simply but she made simplicity look classy.  Despite all the fine
attributes Winston described, just the thought of 38DD tits was
worthy enough to me for Mr. Bradley Winston to want Ms. Constance
Alnova.  Just the fantasy on my cock sliding between them made
me hard again.

We also found out the odd fact that Mr. Winston did not know
the residence of his lover, Ms. Alnova.  Winston said they had
been too busy boffing and it never occurred to him until she
was missing.

The carriage entered through the gates of the Winston estate.
The landscape was up kept exquisitely.  The greenness of the lawns
was utter perfection.

We stopped in front and a man who was not the driver opened the
door.  He was aged in his mid-fifties, balding upon the top of
his head, with gray-white hair, mostly white, upon the sides.

"This is my butler, Edwin," said Winston, as we stepped out.

"You must be Mr. Homes and Dr. Wadshot?" the servant inquired.

"Yes," said Homes.

"I am most hopeful that you can help, Mr. Winston.  He has been
so distraught these last two days,"  said Edwin.

Homes looked over to Winston.  Winston had walked over to the driver.

"Is Ms. Alnova here every evening except Sunday?" asked Homes to
Edwin.

"Oh, yes, sir!" said Edwin trying to sound helpful.  "Every day around
four and leaving about six.  There are only a couple of times that I
can recall where the lady has not been here on an evening.  It was
never more than a single day.

"Where do you wish to start?" asked Winston, when he walked over
to Homes and Wadshot.

"The bedroom," said Homes.  "It will contain the most clues regarding
Ms. Alnova."

As the threesome walked upstairs, Homes breathed in deeply to obtain
any scents.

We entered a large room.  The bedroom was bigger than Homes'
consultation room.  There was a large window straight ahead that
opened out to a marble patio that provided a fantastic view of the
verdant estate.

Homes immediately went to the large bed.  The sheets and blankets
were strewn about.  The unmade bed was a stark contrast to the
organization of the rest of the room.

"Wonderful!" said Homes, excitedly.  "You have not change the linens
recently on the bed."  Homes climbed upon the bed and breathed in
deeply.

"No," said Winston, "With Constance's absence, her scent on the sheets
is the only attachment I currently have to her."

"Excellent, Mr. Winston!" exclaimed Homes. "Your fondness for Ms.
Alnova will provide me some additional clues."  Homes stuck his nose
into a dried spot on the sheet where the union of Mr. Winston and
Ms. Alnova had occurred and breathed in.

"Do you like to eat during your two hours of pleasure?" asked Homes.

"Why certainly," said Winston, his voice faltering, slightly
embarrassed.  "She has a wonderful pussy.  And I have mentioned her
tits."

"I mean actual food," said Homes.

"Oh, yes, sorry," said Winston.  His face reddened.  "Well, when
Constance first arrives, we go upstairs and boff.  We have a short
break for dinner that Edwin has brought up here before her arrival.
Then we go at each other again."

Winston seemed proud of his sexual ability for two hours.  While
perhaps better than many men, As you know, for Homes and for myself,
this was closer to impotency.  You may recall my chronicle of Homes'
experience with the five daughters of one of the ministers of France.
I chronicled it in the Case of the Moaning Room.  Forty-two continual
hours for the good Mr. Homes.  No pauses, dinner or otherwise.

"I think you and your guest," asserted Homes giving the linens a
shorter lingering whiff, "Have eaten cantaloupe melons, chicken, some
other assorted fruits and vegetables, sometime eggs, often rice, but
primarily the many fine cheeses from your dairy."

"You are remarkably correct, Mr. Homes," said Winston, "Winston Dairy
has the finest cheeses in all the land if I permit myself to be
momentarily immodest.  However, you are incorrect on one thing.
While rice is a perfectly acceptable food, I do not have such peasant
food in my pantry."

"Perhaps, I smell something else," said Homes.  He breathed in deeply
and then raised up from the stain.

"Mr. Winston," said Homes, "Please describe a typical event with Ms.
Alnova."

"Constance arrives promptly at four o'clock," started Winston.  "No
sooner, no later.  I am always immediately right at the door when
Edwin opens the door for Constance to enter.  We greet in a cordial
kiss and quickly ascend the staircase hand-in-hand to my bedroom.
Perhaps there is some affectionate butt-pinching as we go up.
Originally when we first decided to be together, we always chose to
undress each other.  But that always left one or the other dressed,
and the dressed person could not help but begin to bring attention
to the undressed's body.  This resulted in one way attention.  We
quickly realized it was better to undress one's self, so we both
could immediately bring attention to the other's body."

"Upon my bed we are quickly in the midst of bodily exploration..."

With 38DDs, I thought, there is plenty to explore in the upper half.

"...and fairly soon after are joined via my cock in her pussy, usually
in the missionary position.  Upon mutual orgasm, we take a dinner
break.  At times, the food is used for sexual play.  After we have
eaten what we want, we continue on for the last hour."

"We experiment with various positions and methods.  Constance has an
incredible ability with her pussy to avert my ejaculation into her.
My cock is inside her pussy in all types of manners for fifty minutes
until she gives me control.  We come simultaneously.  My ejaculate is
always hard and powerful like a lightning bolt.  It is so hard I pass
out in ecstasy.  I awaken only ten minutes later, but she has cleaned
up, dressed, and exited."

"Thank you, Mr. Winston," said Homes.  "That is most helpful.  And how
long is your dick when in aroused status?"

"Six and a half inches," said Winston proudly.

This was a good size, I knew from my medical studies, however this in
no manner compared to my good friend Surefuck Homes' ten inch cock and
I knew despite my shorter five inches, no one compared to myself in
width.

"Thank you," said Homes.  "We will show ourselves out.  Doctor Wadshot
and I need to explore some areas that may turn up some additional
clues."

"Do you think she is alive?" said Winston, hopeful but fearful of an
answer.

"I cannot say either way at this point," replied Homes, "I will be
in touch.  Good Morning."

We walked down the stairwell.  Edwin saw us and came to the door.

As Edwin opened the door, Homes asked him a question.

"How is the condition of Ms. Alnova upon her leaving Mr. Winston
each evening?  And are there any valuables missing from this
place?"

"No, Mr. Homes," said Edwin, "Ms. Alnova is not a thief.  There is
nothing missing.  I believe she loves Mr. Winston.  As regards to
her condition, she is always a little flushed from her exercise
with Mr. Winston.  She does seem agitated when she sees me come to
the door to see her properly off."

"Indeed?" said Homes.

"Upon her coming downstairs, each time I offer to have a carriage
take her to where she would prefer.  Each time she refuses and I
spy her from behind the drapery run off on foot.  I know Ms.
Alnova may be Mrs. Winston one day, so despite her refusal I offer
each day."

"A very proper thing to do," agreed Homes.  "Come Wadshot!  A
woman is to be found."

A carriage drove us a short five minutes into town.  I knew it as
a poorer area of town.  Many of the people here were just
struggling to get by.

Homes sat down on a bench in front of a market store.  He sat
silently for quite a while.  I could see the intensity in his
eyes and from experience knew better than to ask what we were
doing.  I knew his mind was presently very active.  I bought a
newspaper from the market and sat down on the bench.  I turned
the pages as quietly as possible.  Lunch time came and I was
famished.  Homes still sat impassively watching.  I left Homes
for a short time to purchase a sandwich.  Upon my return, he was
still a motionless statue.  I fell asleep into peaceful slumber.
Upon awakening, the day had turned into evening and growing
darkness.  I extracted my watch from my pocket.  Five thirty was
the time.

Abruptly Homes stood up.  This startled me so that I briefly
had trouble returning my watch to its place.

I followed Homes gaze across the street.  There were various
people going this way and that.

Homes started to stride purposely across the street.  I hastily
tossed the paper aside and followed him.  Homes turned a corner.
I tried to determine who we were following.  The buildings
became a little more residential and I finally determined that
Homes was following a shabbily dressed woman.  She looked like her
age was in the mid-forties.  The woman crossed the street and
Homes watched her as she went into a building.   Homes continued
to watch as an additional light came on in the small upstairs
flat.

Homes turned away now and walked away as silently as before.

Before we returned to Homes' residence, he arranged to have a
message delivered.  Homes was still ruminating so I asked him no
questions.

Upon returning home, fortunately Ms. Smythe was gone, we began
to set up the table with clean cushions.  Mrs. Hunter had taken
the previous ones for cleaning.  Ms. Smythe was a woman who released
a lot of juices.

I was interested in that Homes was setting up the table for
consultation, but I had reservations if it would be with the poor,
shabby woman.

We had just finished when a knock was on the door.

"Yes?" said Homes.

Mrs. Hunter appeared.  Before she could speak, Homes said, "Please
see our guest up."

"Yes, sir," said Mrs. Hunter.

A young woman appeared at the doorway.  She looked about nineteen.
Brunette hair.  A thin trim figure.  Simply but attractively dressed.
She also had massive tits.

"Ms. Alnova," said Homes, "Please come in."  He pointed to a chair.

She accepted the chair, looking timid.  "You apparently have me at
an advantage, sir," she said to Homes, shyly  "You know me, but I do
not know you.  I am Constance Alnova and I cam here about the message
I received.  It said 'Regarding Bradley Winston.  Seven. 34D Cummings
Street'."

"I sent the message," said Homes.  "I am Surefuck Homes and this is
my associate Dr. Wadshot."

Ms. Alnova looked at Homes nervously.

"Mr. Bradley Winston employed us to discover your whereabouts.
Whether deceased, detained, or otherwise."

Constance's face showed relief in one aspect, but distress in another.

"How did you find me?" Constance asked.

Homes began.

"After Mr. Winston explained his situation, we journey to his estate.
Upon investigation of the bedroom where you and Mr. Winston had
sexual expression, I determined from the scent of the remnants of
sexual juices, that it was a woman who frequently ate rice and other
cheaper bulk foods."

"Also, from your consistent refusal of servant Edwin to provide
passage to your home suggested you lived relatively close by.  The
area in which you live is only a brisk twenty minute walk from the
Winston estate."

"So I observed the passersbys in that area.  I noticed a woman who
despite being very well hidden by poor clothing, had
tremendously-sized tits.  After Mr. Winston's description of your
extreme tits, it seemed likely that this woman could be your mother.
I followed her and had a message delivered to Constance Alnova at
that residence."

"Incredible, Mr. Homes," said Constance.

"So, Ms. Alnova," said Homes.  "What has come to put you at this point
where you have chosen to remove yourself from the favorable
circumstances of being with Mr. Winston?"

Constance began her story.

"My mother, Roberta, is no longer married to my father.  I was only
five when my father kicked her out.  This was due to the fact that
my mother would not provide my father oral sex.  She could not get
past the thought of it.  The whole idea of her mouth going upon such
a sticky item and which a man also urinates out of is completely
repulsive to my mother.  After five years of trying, my father gave
up."

Constance took in a deep breath.

"And I also find this idea of licking and tasting a man's cock is
equally disgusting to me.  My father has remarried and started a new
family with a loose woman who is willing to do that.  I agree with my
mother, however.  It is disgusting.  I am a poor woman, as I sure
you have surmised, but I try my best to live in a cultured manner."

"The king and queen boff," interjected Homes.

"Yes..." said Constance, quizzically.

"Factory workers boff," said Homes.

"Okay..." said Constance.  Her voice trailed off.

"No matter one's status in life," explained Homes.  "Cultured or not,
people boff in the same manner."

"But..." said Constance.

Homes would not let her interrupt.

"And you have left Mr. Bradley Winston," continued Homes, "because you
knew he will want oral sex eventually."

Constance replied, "It is just a matter of time until dear Bradley
will want oral sex, and then he will rightly leave me for my
failure."

"He will also want to boff between your tits," said I, helpfully.  I
fathomed that had not occurred to her.

"What?" said Constance in surprise.

"Yes," said Homes, confirming.  "With wonderful tits like yours, a
man will demand to slide his cock between them as if he was inside
your pussy."

"Then I will fail there, too," said Constance.  She started to cry
and then sob.

"Mr. Winston loves you," said Homes.

"Yes, I know," Constance replied sadly in rasping breath.

"And you love him," said Homes.

"Yes," said Constance, nodding her head.  "I do."  She looked so sad.

"We can help remove this failure," said Homes, steadily looking into
her face.

Constance looked at Homes.  She studied his face.

The room was silent except for Ms. Alnova's saddened breath.

She continued to look at Mr. Homes.

"Okay," she said, quietly.  She looked deeply into Homes kind and
trusting eyes.

"Excellent," said Homes, equally quiet.  "In a little while, I am
confident you will have the joy of accepting Mr. Winston's marriage
proposal.  You will be ready."

Constance's face lit up.

Homes stood and I stood with him.

"Please stand and come with us to this table," said Homes.

The three of us stood by the table.

"Normally," said Homes, "I would have you remove your garments
yourself, however in your current condition I would prefer that
myself do that undressing."

"Okay, Mr. Homes," said Constance.  "Do what you need to do."

I was encouraged by Ms. Alnova's resolve in her voice.  If her
resolve continued she would do just fine.

The dress was a simple one piece.  As Homes lifted the dress upwards,
I noticed how simple the dress was, but how skillfully Ms. Alnova had
added little embellishments that made it appear more moderately
priced.  This was very impressive, I thought.  Not only big tits, but
a clever seamstress too.

Homes removed her undergarments and there were her massive tits for
all to see.  All currently being myself and Homes, of course.

"Ms. Alnova.  Please lay on your back with your head facing me,"
Homes instructed.

As she got onto the table, I began to rapidly undress as did Homes.
On the table, she turned her head toward me and was surprised to see
my nakedness and my hard, erect, very fat, five inch cock.

"Ms. Alnova," said Homes.  She could not currently see my friend.
"I am now going to scoot you down so your head hangs over the side."

He reached his hands under her armpits and slowly pulled her head
forward.  As her head tilted back off the table, her mouth gaped
open.  I knew this was not the result of gravity, but the result of
Ms. Alnova seeing Mr. Homes' large ten-inch cock pointed out to her.

With her eyes focused on Homes' cock, I climbed upon the table, sat
gently on Ms. Alnova, and placed my erect cock between the valley
that was formed by her exemplary hills.

"What?" Constance said, in surprise while raising her head against
gravity to see.

"Please press yours tits together," said Homes.

Constance complied and I saw a channel develop.

"How is that, Dr Wadshot?" asked Homes.

"A little more, please," said I.  "Ms. Alnova could make it a little
tighter."

Constance pressed her tits tighter.  I did a couple of practice
strokes within her tits.  The friction was enough.  I would be able
to ejaculate from the tit boff.

Constance lowered her head down.  Tired from holding it up.

"It is good, Homes," said I.

"Excellent, Dr. Wadshot," said Homes.  "You are ready to assist Ms.
Alnova.  Now, I must do my part.  Open your mouth wide please."

 From my perch atop Ms. Alnova, I saw her comply.  Her upper jaw and
tongue were pushed down by gravity.  This helped open her throat.

I saw him place a couple of inches of his cock into her mouth.

"Please express your tongue and lips upon my cock," tutored Homes.

I tried to see the expression of Ms. Alnova's face, as I began to
slowly slide my cock between her tits.  It is fortuitous that she
required a tit boff.  In previous oral cases that Homes had solved, a
gentle tit boff providing the necessary slight distraction for Homes
to remove any sexual failures on the client's part.

Homes looked impassive, almost disinterested, as Constance worked on
his cock.  I also noticed he was just a little bit closer to her as
over time he slowly gave her a little bit more of his cock.

Ms. Alnova's tits very stimulating and I found myself stroking
between them a little too fast.  I forced myself to slow down.  I
did not want to get too far ahead in my excitement and hinder Homes'
entry into her mouth.

Homes had about half his cock length into Ms. Alnova's mouth.  She
slowly moved her mouth and tongue in oral stimulation.  Homes
appeared very perfunctory.  I was hopeful Homes would find more
enthusiasm for his task soon.

Constance would on occasion gasp in breath.  I am certain the head
upon Homes' fine cock was at times pressing at her throat.

"Breathe through your nose, Ms. Alnova," said Homes.

Constance followed the instruction, but often found herself
reverting to mouth breathing.  Each time she did, she would choke a
little and breathe through her nose again, as I know Homes pushed his
cock just a little bit further in.  In fact, I could just start to
see a slight bulge in the throat of Ms. Alnova.  That bulge was no
doubt the exceptional cock head of Mr. Surefuck Homes, the owner of
the most superior cock of all of London and the greatest detective
in the Queen's country.

In proper coordination, I began to stroke faster between the great
tits.  I pressed them tighter together with my own hands and
squeezed the nipples between thumb and forefinger from each hand.

I provided the necessary momentary distraction to our beautiful
client Ms. Alnova and the next time I looked down I saw the
unmistakable bulge of his entire cock head in her throat and it was
moving deeper down.

"Just relax, Ms. Alnova," said Homes.  I saw slight beads of sweat
on Homes' head and knew he was showing a little more interest on
his part finally.

Constance tried to move a little in slight panic to Homes' entry,
but of course the main reason I was on top of her was that my
weight prevented any possible thrashing about which may cause most
unfortunate damage to Homes.  Doing such a client service was not
without risk.  Fortunately, Homes had so far remained unscathed.

I slowed my thrusting between her tits as Homes pushed deeper.  He
was in.

"Ms. Alnova," said I.  I knew she was in no condition to acknowledge
my voice with the fact that she had Homes' cock down her throat and
all that, so I continued on.  "With the knowledge that you can
accommodate Mr. Homes, you will have confidence now that you can
accommodate Mr. Winston.  That is certainly good news for you."
Again, I expected no response.  She remained motionless as a long
cock went down her throat.  I slowly thrusted my cock between her
tits.  No longer holding her nipples, but still pressing them
together with my hands.

"Ah, yes, very good, Ms. Alnova," said Homes "Very good.  I am all
the way in."

I saw Homes' cock start to slide out of her throat and then slide
back down it.  Homes slowly began to boff her mouth and throat.
I began to boff her tits now with more earnestness.

Homes' cock start to move steadily in and out.  "Ms. Alnova...this
is quite...stimulating," he said, out of breath.

"Ah!" said Homes.

I saw Constance's throat protrude briefly and then do it again.  I
knew Homes had just sent a first conveyance of ejaculate down her
throat and a second one as he pulled out.  He bestowed the rest of
his large quantity of come directly into her mouth.  Homes raised
her head up so it would not dribble out and so not lose the
opportunity to experience the flavor and texture that she was
learning.  Homes removed his cock and helped her hold her mouth
closed.  She swallowed the liquid.

I was currently fast approaching ejaculation myself.  Ms. Alnova's
great tits were slick with sweat and my pre-come and I slid easily
between them.

"Ms. Alnova!  "I am coming!" I cried out.

Constance lifted her head and unexpectedly received my first come
upon her face.  I angled my cock downward and came upon her great
tits valley and upon each of the great tits.

I rested briefly upon her body and then got off her and the table.
Ms. Alnova was an exemplary tit boff.

Homes grabbed some towels and the three of us all cleaned up and
redressed.  Ms. Alnova was just lowering her dress down when a
knock sounded at the door.

"Come," said Homes.

Good Mrs. Hunter appeared.  "A Mr. Bradley Winston to see you, sir."

I saw Ms. Constance Alnova's eyes grow wide.  Perhaps with a little
muted excitement.

"See him up," said Homes.

Mr. Winston stood before us.   He saw his beloved.

"Oh Mr. Homes.  Thank you for finding her," said Mr. Winston.

"A trifling matter," said Homes.  "I suggest you do not ask us or
Ms. Alnova about the disappearance, but I am confident that it will
not happen again."

Mr. Winston nodded his head in agreement.  "I am curious about it,"
said he, "but most importantly I am glad I have my Constance back."

He suddenly dropped on one knee and took hold of Ms. Alnova's right
hand.

"Will you marry me?" Mr. Winston said, earnestly.

"Oh, yes, Bradley!" said Ms. Alnova.  Tears welled in her eyes in
happiness.

"You have made me the happiest man in the world," Bradley said.

"We will see," I thought I heard Homes say.  It was too quiet for
anyone else to hear.

"Thank you so much, Mr. Homes," said Bradley.

"You are welcome, Mr. Winston," replied Homes.  "Good evening."

Mr. Bradley Winston and the future Mrs. Bradley Winston left Homes'
study in a much cheery mood.

"Another successful and happy ending," I commented to Homes.

"Divorced within three years," said Homes.  "Amazingly incompetent
with her mouth and tongue.  Mr. Winston will get frustrated and look
to someone else."

"But her tits, Mr. Homes," protested I.  "She had wonderful, most
boffable tits.  Perhaps in the top five tit boffs I have had."

"My dear, Dr. Wadshot," said Homes "I love a tit boff as much as
anyone but when the choices are a pussy, an ass, a mouth, and tits,
no matter how fine the tits are, you are going to spend most of your
time ejaculating in the other three."

"You are right, Homes," said I sadly.  I was disappointed for the
couple's future.

"With those tits, maybe a fourth year," conceded Homes, "but he is a
dairy farmer.  Eating that much cheese, his come must taste too
strong for most women.  His diet is not balanced enough.  So three
years.

Of course, I thought.  Orally timid Ms. Alnova would not be able to
handle Mr. Winston's ejaculate.

"But even without the cheese issue," said Homes, "She will fail and
so I have failed."

"Oh," said I solemnly.

"Of course, Mr. Winston just hired me to find Ms. Alnova, which I
did, so I will still charge him full price," Homes said cheerily.


THE END

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