Since this was a naval adventure story, I had to get that right. I chose to follow LZ’s version. No moon, no tides.Then Ernest Edwards/Bywater poste... a couple of short stories that said there was a tide. I sent him a private note that said no moon - no tide, and he replied that the sun provides a tide, too.When you’re right, you’re right. Perhaps I’ve started to enter my second childhood, since I have spent most of my life on or near the water and am exhaustively familiar with the tides. Of. Laura was gently stroking her belly, which somehow looked a little bigger still, and Mike was playing with his tentacle dick. “So you have some kind of tentacle tree baby in you?” Mike said.“I guess so, I don’t know what to do daddy.” Laura said with a slight sob in her voice. They sat there talking about options, but oddly neither of them brough up the rough rape that Laura’s dad had just done to her. As the evening grew on, they hadn’t figured anything out, but both of them were hungry. . Behind her thin body, the setting sun projected a long shadow on the trail up to the chalet where it turned upwards following its wooden walls. She turned around and she dried a tear, determined. When she finally reached Pauline she crouched down by her side. She was so beautiful, so beautiful like when Jane used to wake up during the night and rest on her elbows just to watch her sleeping. She caressed her cheek trying to ignore the purple bruises on her neck, she kissed her cold forehead then. “Yes no problem,” I said, “you go and make yourself comfortable. I won’t be long.” As I made the coffee I kept glancing into the lounge and saw that she was sitting on the couch, with Tony right beside her and also saw that her night-dress had ridden up, exposing not just her thighs but also her pussy lips. After pouring three cups of coffee I was about to take them into the lounge but stopped dead in my tracks. I could see that Tony had his hand on my wife’s pussy and she was groaning softly..