I approached the dresser cautiously and slid open the top drawer. AgainI was blinded by the sexiness, but stuck it out and actually looked thistime. N...arly a dozen bras and panties lined the top in multiple colorsand styles. A couple pairs of stockings and garter belts in there aswell.I just paused with my hand over everything, fearing to enter. I couldn'tdeny the lust I felt, and I had no idea where it was coming from. I hadnever felt like this in my 25 year existence.I quickly shut the drawer. I knew it was wrong if we did it. But was this even real? It was like a dream. I couldn’t sin in my dreams.“Yes!”I was eager to taste her. To taste my first pussy. Would she be different than a human’s? Than Tabitha’s? I trembled as Merita’s tentacles turned us. They still gripped me, caressing me as she hovered over me, her legs spread. I caught my breath as I stared at the purple folds of her pussy. They were darker than her flesh, and swollen. Juices glistened and beaded on them.I felt that. We sat on the couch and cuddled close.“So, tell me the names of the girls in Sweden and how many times you were with them.”“Keeping score?” I chuckled.“No, I want to know more, and I figure that’s the best way to find out.”“So meeting the king, having machine guns pointed at me, skiing in Austria — you don’t care?”“Boring stuff, in the end. And not particularly relevant to us. Save it for ‘Show and Tell’ at school!”“I don’t think I’m in second grade any more! High School doesn’t have ‘Show and. If your mother hadn’t told me, I would never have known that gents could get a message here...” I paused to look at her face in the mirror. Since she was waiting expectantly for me to complete, I continued “But I came here not at the behest of Mayuri aunty. I came only because I had to come to you. If you weren’t here, and if you hadn’t ask me to come here, I would never come.”That seemed to please her, and as she began to massage my back, she said softly “Thank you Jignesh bhai...” with a fond.