The fisher wife knelt on the edge of the boat. The fisherman ran his hands between her land-fins. They were almost like another set of arms, but thick...r and longer. He rubbed between them.Why?I swam a little closer. My eyes widened. Between her strange, lower arms was something pink. A slit lay between them. Her pussy. The man stroked and fingered her, rubbing across her little clit. My own hands slid down my belly to my scales. I brushed around my slit. My flesh opened up to reveal my excited. The other thing is that we are pretty well connected and well known in our community. While I could fuck half the men in Europe out in the open and no one back home would know, it’s not the same doing that in Austin. Getting caught by a nosy neighbor just once and all our friends and family would know. And while we like being promiscuous, it’s not something we want to be publicly known for!Despite our reservations, we were still eager to pursue another encounter like the one we had in Italy.. She was unique (as she still is, in many other ways) in that she was the only female soldier in that elite force at the time. My Mum is a tough lady: don't dare cross her: you have been warned!Dad had been some sort of spook in the UK; something to do with data collection and analysis; he won't say what, exactly. His unit was so secretive that no one else seems to know what they did. They were an offshoot from GCHQ, which is some innocuous cover name for the British intelligence-gathering HQ.. “No panties.” “I took them off before we left the bar. I can't wait another second to have your tongue inside me.” I smile and move towards her. “Aren't you going to take your clothes off?” “Oh dear no,” I play coy. “This first time is all for you. Isn't that right, Nat?” Vanessa looks to the side as Natalie returns with a bottle of champagne. “That's right lover,” she flirts. Like myself she has every bit of clothes still on. When she reaches the couch, she slowly pours the liquid between.