’ God, help me. ‘Yes! Yes! Yes!’ I bit my lip to keep from screaming. His hands left me momentarily, coming back only long enough to massage som...thing cool and thick into my rear. Then I felt the head of his cock against my ass, seeking entry. I took a deep breath, trying to relax. But it was too much. I was like a bitch dog in heat, pushing backwards into him and forcing his thick shaft inside me. ‘Damn, you’re tight!’ He pulled back slightly, then shoved forward. He did this again and again. He leant down and pressed his lips to them. I invited him to pull the inner lips apart and in so doing, he could see clearly my vaginal opening. ‘That’s where your penis goes into me, darling. Just carefully push your finger in and feel.’ He did so for about a minute before I stopped him. ‘Would you like to put your tongue in there?’ I asked. He did not hesitate, and thrust in firmly, then flicked his tongue in and out of me. I basked in the pleasure of this for a while, then once more stopped. We had a lot in common, you see. Like me, she was a Half-Breed. An odd mix at that. Janet’s mother Xyriel was a Mermaid and her father was a Satyr. One of those immortal goat-men from ancient Greek mythology. They’re talented shape-shifters and can make themselves look like anyone. She inherited a strange batch of abilities from them. She can breathe under water and communicate with animals, and she’s got superhuman strength and speed when she comes in contact with H20. That’s what she got from. Her attractive features were camouflaged by her lack of makeup, her frumpy dresses, and her blonde hair tied up in a bun. Occasionally, some man would stare into her pale blue eyes and see past the facade. If you looked closely, you'd see her beautiful silky blonde hair, fair skin, slim waist, long curvy legs, round firm butt, and perky 35C breasts. But before the relationship would begin, it would end -- the nuns molded Virginia well. She wouldn't even permit a kiss from her date and they.