‘It has to cost something.’ She said. ‘What about your time?’ ‘Aw, I had nothing else to do.’ I lied. She just nodded, we sat quietly and ...ished for a good hour, each of us landing several more. Her buckets were full, she had perhaps $40-45 for her day’s work. We both knew the bite would stop when the tide changed. ‘How about I cook you a nice dinner?’ she asked, as she rolled up and stowed her gear. I wasn’t about to turn that down, my own ability with a frying pan leaves a lot to be desired.. It didn’t matter that this sex crazed stranger had torn apart her white silk blouse, or covered her exposed pert breasts with his saliva. It didn’t matter that her hips felt like they were splitting as if in child birth, after all she was being reborn, wasn’t she? Reborn into a world the antithesis of her orderly, restrained, law abiding, life. It didn’t matter his long rough tongue had snaked into her mouth and found a soft willing partner or that he stank of stale sex and she could smell her. Because I had already come twice, it took me lot longer before I began to feel I was about to reach my third orgasm. I wanted to last a lot longer this time, though, so I slowed my thrusting a bit. When I jacked off this always worked and it turned out that it was just as effective when fucking for real. I kept going like this for quite a while, speeding up until I felt my seed was about to spew forth, then slowing down again until that feeling had gone away and so on – and every time the. You mane of fiery red is madeout of real hair, gives a more real feeling eh?" as she walked towardsme, wrapping an arm around my waist. "Oh and the eyes and teeth? Merecontact lenses and false teeth-one day I'll teach you what how to dothis all on your own, if you want." Kris, I......" But then I stopped. Instead of my rough Southern tenor,a smooth silky soprano voice tinged with a faint Irish accent came outwhich caught me by surprise. "How did you do.... this, Kris?" I askeddemurely..