She had obviously watched them leave.Halfway in the inlet, the water was barely a foot deep, with a shingle bed, Pisces led there on the seabed, tail ...obbing up and down in the calmer water, smiling at Tom. They kissed, and she guided his hand to where her crutch would be. At first, he just felt her fish scale skin, but her fingers caught a flap, guided his fingers in and he felt a warm dampness that could only be one thing. It was awkward, like trying to excite a zip fresh sandwich bag, but. That probably makes me some kind of fetishist, but I can’t help that and I don’t think it has had any detrimental effect on the black women it has been my good fortune to be intimate with.Without doing some deep research into shipping and immigration records, I can’t tell you exactly which African countries provided the slaves to each of the Guianas. All I can tell you is that I have always been particularly fond of women from Guyana, whether or not their ancestors were from Ghana, as I. “Is it always this good?”I grinned, “I hope so. That was my first time.”"You were a virgin?" she sounded surprised."Was until you came along, you little seductress," I told her with a grin."You wanted me. I just obliged you," she explained and hugged me."I can't argue with that," I agreed. "I did want you." I thought about what we just did, and about Megan. Then my cell phone rang. It was still in my pants, which were still around one foot. I awkwardly disengaged from Abby and pawed at my. Her husband always told her that "that guy just checked you out" and yet she failed to see it most of the time. But when she did notice it she was proud of herself. It meant that she was still desirable and sexy. Every woman loves to feel that way. In the end, she used her feelings of being desirable and sexy to her husband's benefit.Taking a deep breath she inhaled the scent of the lasagna that was beginning to bubble in the oven. The fresh bread that sat on the counter was cooling and made.