That I can control. I can flush 10,000 times if I need to and use the water despite my revulsion against it. The water is ultimately clean I suppose. ...ho you trying to kid? You know that it is lying in an unclean bowl and you don't have any disinfectant to make it germ-free, do you. No. No, I don't. But I have no choice. No, you don't. So toilet bowl water it is. That might reduce my stink for the time being. I could wash my shorts in the bowl too, but it's far from a washing machine. Without. These conversations were sometimes so intense and so full of emotion that we got to know each other on a much deeper level very quickly, and before we knew it, we were in so deep, we hadn't even realized we were digging our own graves and were about to fall right into it.Mason came to stay over at our house for three months because of family issues and my husband RK could never say no to his best friend. Mason and I began to spend more time together and got closer. I would find myself dressing. "I do have something in mind, but she's gotta be willing to do whatever we tell her, no questions asked." No prob, I'll take care of her." He looked at me shaking his head."You sure 'bout that? I mean you almost keep losing her and have to just 'bout beg her to come back. One day she won't come back." I'll take care of that if it happens." I got a way to guarantee her cooperation," he said smiling."Yea? How's that?" I watched as he dug into his pocket, pulling out a small Ziploc bag with. The soft, wet texture drove my dick wild, shooting ripples of pleasure up my shaft.I abandoned Ayral's breasts. I wanted to play with her lower half. A slit in her scales opened up beneath her belly button, exposing the wet, pink folds of her pussy. What would she taste like? Would she taste different than a human?Her stomach was smooth and transitioned into scales about where her belly button should have been. Salt water adorned her. I savored the brine. I was a fisherman. The sea was in my.