I know I should resist, but my willpower dissolves with the foam beneath my finger. I have to hear her cuss.The tiniest wiggle against her tightness h...s my heart thumping. More as my fingernail disappears, worming deeper a millimetre at a time. Her star grips me with each strained breath and I forge inside on every exhalation, creeping until the second knuckle prepares to breach.Pausing, I massage inside with just the pad. Gauge her arousal by the sharpness of her breaths and rivulets of clear. My father declared that he would be unable to provide dowries for me or my sisters and that we would have to earn our way in the world. My older sister Elisabeth was sent to work in the kitchens of our liege lord and Mary, who was the plain one, was given to the Church. As the prettiest, he said that I could best serve the family by using my looks, and he gave me to the local whorehouse in Gropecunt Lane. I was very frightened when I first went there. My mother had often warned me of the. "I waited but so did she and I gave in first, mainly because of the way she was gently masturbating me."Or?" Or nothing." she whispered, "But I need a pee!"This time she drew me into her arms and kissed me as she stood and relieved herself, taking hold of my hand, she guided it between her legs and let the warm, golden urine flow over both our hands.It was the most erotic thing I'd ever experienced, I kept her fingers entwined in mine and eased them between the lips of her pussy, she moaned. I quickly flicked the light on and I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. It was the mermaid but she had legs, no tail. I felt my pussy drip with wetness from arousal as I stared down at her gorgeous womanly body. “You have legs,” I said. She smiled and giggled fluttering her eyelashes at me looking up sultrily and seductively. “I have legs out of the water,” she said. “What’s your name?” I asked. “Marina,” she replied. “Come here.” I walked over to her on the bed and she grabbed my left.