But I was equally lucky, too, that she paid me any attention at all (since I was a lot older, white, and had a small cock); and yet she didn't mock me...for these things. To her, I was a good friend. To me, she was so much more than just a good friend! It was perhaps crazy to say that I 'loved' her, but what other word so well described the feelings I have for her, than 'love?'Of course, I was well aware that nothing would ever transpire between her and I, other than some of those long chats we. Youjust want someone to buy it for you. Don't lie to me. That isn't a good wayto start this off." He chuckled a little, looked down, and was shuffling his feet in that kindof "oh shucks" kind of way. Good lord, I thought to myself, is thisan act, or is he really that nervous? The vibes from him were inundating me.I was totally overstimulated, to say the least. The only thing I can compare it to is being like a starving, hungry predatorycat, wandering through the brush feeling sorry for herself,. I sighed. For a moment, my heart had beat with hope, and then it was stolen away.Willa peaked over. “You're not Ayral.”“You're them? Kolin and Willa?” the mermaid asked.“Yeah. Did Ayral send you?” Anger seized me. “Are you here to tell us she doesn't want to see us?”The mermaid flinched. She sank down into the water until it covered her nose, her hair fanning out across the waves. Her violet eyes trembled as she stared up at me.“You scared her, Kolin,” Willa snapped. “It's okay. We won't harm. I struggled to not cry out as I soaked not only my bottoms,but my sofa.If she had looked over I would have been caught.Minutes later at some funny part of the film she looked over and said something.I couldn't hear her,and I couldnt speak.I just nodded and smiled. I knew my face and neck were scarlet red,but the light was off,and I got away with it.So since then,most Saturday nights,they got drunk,stayed over,and had loud sex, and I masturbated to it all.Sometimes I would try to time it so I.