Suddenly we heard our door banging. When we came downstairs we saw a girl in a Burqa aged about 18 years begging for help. My parents immediately brou...ht her in and bolted the door.She told us that her name was Farheen. She lived in the slum where her parents got killed. My parents consoled her and thereafter she started to stay with us. She became a part of our family. There were only the four of us, including Farheen. Now let me describe Farheen. She is a beauty with a close resemblance to. " Oh-kaaaay."They got to her house. "Come on in. Nobody's home. Mom is at work, and the kids are with their father."Sophia had explained that her brother and sister had a different father-her Mom's second husband-and that they often spent time with him. Sophia's father had disappeared when she was three.Warren had never actually been in Sophia's house. She showed him in and led him to the living room, shedding her coat as she walked. She looked like she wanted to scream, and was holding it in.. Today is my first antenatal check. I head to the hospital with my Dad at the allotted time, from the main reception we’re directed to the maternity unit. As I sit in the waiting room, I look around at the mainly couples also waiting there, as Dad gives my name to the receptionist. Dad sits next to me and we wait for my name to be called. My eyes are drawn to another girl, around my age, who unlike me is by herself; her baby bump is so much more pronounced than mine. As her name is called, she. I slowly moved my fingers in and out of her gills, letting them open and close around me. Her eyes crossed slightly and her brow furrowed as her tail squirmed between my legs. It was strange, to be sure, but the fact that she loved it so much made me love it too. So much, in fact, that I finally noticed that my cock had found a way out of my boxers and was pressing against her slick scales. “Oh merciful depths, that feels so good,” she breathed, leaning down to lock my lips in a kiss once more..