The cold was soon forgotten, and the time too. I couldn’t take my eyes from the water. Soon enough, the streak turned toward the surface and breache...…Something in my brain snapped. The silver streak was a woman, completely naked from the waist up. At the waist, her skin turned silvery and her legs became a long, thin marine tail with scales polished like glass. They reflected the moonlight as if she were covered in a million small mirrors. The silver light across her pale skin, combined with. “Ohhhhhhh,” I moaned. “Please, don’t.” “Don’t do this?” He moved to the other nipple and effortlessly slid a second finger into my gaping hole at the same time. “Or don’t untie you? You’re not being clear.” I let out a little shriek of passion as he went in deep with his first two fingers and worked my aching clitoris with the tip of his thumb. “No. Don’t. Stop,” I gasped between ragged breaths and cries of ecstasy. “Don’t stop?” he said, sounding surprised. “Well if you insist.” He got up and. " -- Mom started saying something, but I couldn't allow that. "NO! Don't interrupt. You need to discuss this with Donna, not argue about it with me. Next on the list is Carol..."#3: #7: " ... Reciting her sexual history is easy because Carol hasn't had one worth speaking of. Carol's been avoiding boys for years, and I suspect that the main purpose of her having a boyfriend now is so she can use Eric as an easy way of deflecting all the other guys that hit on her. It's sad because Carol would be. “But I pulled-out,” I reminded her, not admitting to the first load, which I pumped deep inside her. “I know,” she agreed. “But it has to be you,” she continued. “I was with another boy a month before you, but, I had my period after that.” “Then, it must be his,” I responded, repeating, “I pulled out.” And that was basically the end of it. Although I did hear (through the rumor-mill) that the girl had refused to name the baby’s father, and the suspicion was that the boy in question was so.