Kate’s breasts were ample though not particularly large; as she turned to face Dave she fixed him with one of her signature “I know what you’re ...hinking” smiles as her naughty green eyes stared piercingly into his own full brown eyes. Kate’s pretty face showed signs of maturity and often wore a mischievous grin that could attract potential suitors at will. Her featured were crowned by her hair, arranged in a neat brown almost auburn bob cut.This evening she wore a short sleeved black laced. I checked out some websites about proper preparation for anal sex and I kept at it in the shower, learning to relax and enjoy the sensation of a finger in my ass. However, Mike’s cock was thicker than it was long (it was pretty long, too, a good six-and-a-half, seven inches) so I had a ways to go before I was ready to take him in me. I went to a sex shop and talked to the clerk about what I wanted (and needed) to do. The clerk was a younger gay guy who was very reassuring and he helped me out. I waited, and watched. She breached on occasion, but only to flip in the cold air and to dive again a second later. I sat there for hours, ignoring the cold and the night and watching her dance under water. After sitting for so long, my eyelids drooped and I dozed off. The sound of water splashing woke me again.My mermaid had broken the surface to sit under the waterfall. It beat down on her head like a silver curtain of light as she ran hands through her hair. The waterfall was a long way. I glanced down, demure, as if therewere a pair of eyes, a gaze, I did not want to catch, a saw a little stripof lace peek out beneath my hem. I sighed and tugged, and thought she'snot the slickest girl I'd ever met.A small town girl, I knew I'd got that right. Small town, like mine. Itcoddles you, protects. A safe place, nice place, good folks. Too nicesometimes to know the way things really work: Take Mrs. Gentry, if youwill. Has she a clue? A small thing's big, in a small town; a note.