Over the past weeks she spent more time working for her uncle than the garage. She wondered why her uncle, Thomas O’Neil, wanted her this night. Wha... was so important it wouldn’t wait until morning? As the car pulled onto the private drive, she also wondered why at the cabin and not in town.The gravel crunched under the wheels of the car as it pulled up to the large cabin. On the massive porch stood her uncle, the portly man smoked a cigar while holding an eight ounce drinking glass filled with. Tom said “you loved your finger wait until you have our cocks” and he then turned her over onto her knees and elbows sideways on the bed exposing her pussy and now her asshole to their leers. Ken said for her to suck all the guys cocks. They all differed and there was average cocks, a few long thick cocks and all was erect and ready for her attention. The white cocks she was used to but the black ones intrigued her because of the different textures, colors and just them being the unknown to. Charly’s mother could be a mermaid, too? That was something he never thought about, but it stood to reason. Then Gems leaned his head closer, as if he was afraid that someone might overhear them. ‘They’d never say it out loud to no mainlander such as yourself and your friends, but all the islanders know Charly is the daughter of a pure mermaid. Charly herself is only half—’ ‘—Because her father is human.’ ‘Yea. But the islanders don’t know if she’s as dangerous as her Ma. It’s why nobody. We had not yet learned of her taste for hot sausages and cream pies. We were not naive back then, but we had not expected what we found either. Both of us had looked at each other knowingly and grinned. Wed had both seen mum sucking the cock and balls of the postman where we used to live. May had even spied mum half perched atop the dining table once or twice with the plumber boring her out. Mum had always liked the stout and muscular labourers about the town and she had married one too. It had.