I had lived on the single one hundred kilometer wide strip of solid ground on the continent. While the plesiosaur might resemble old earth dinosaurs t...ere were differences. The neck was shorter and stronger, the head wider and larger.The scientists had brought in plasicrete and other material. They made a one hundred meter diameter cylinder they sank into the water off the southern end of the land. It was one kilometer out from the shallows where the swamp began. The water here was fifty meters. Anyway, Don's friend the gynecologist suggesteda minor surgery that he said would really enhance my sex life. I thought itwas just fine, but I was open to anything (literally). It was an outpatientprocedure. With my feet in the stirrups and my legs crunched up, he got a greatbird eye view of my pussy. He put a local anesthetic on my clitoris. Afterit was numbed, he clipped away the hood that covers the clit. It was a bloodymess and I had to wear a thick sanitary pad for two weeks. It made me. She was so appreciative, so thankful for him. After months of his sickening cycle and months of her taking care of him without complaint, he’d realized he didn’t deserve her and he’d left her, moving into a motel room with bad lighting. There he’d stayed for six weeks until he took home a woman from the bar. As she kissed him in his motel room, he was stricken with guilt. Of all the things he’d done, he couldn’t do this. And when he knocked on her door and she answered, he saw the pain on her. She let her hands softly trace the outline of his body through his shirt. Their kiss deepened as the hunger grew, and their bodies pressed together as their breathing deepened with it. Unable to stand the barrier of the clothing, Pabby gently laid her onto the soft ground. His hands found the buttons of her blouse and took their time opening each one. He savored each new revelation of her flesh, the softness, heat and creaminess of it. He longed to taste her, the sweetness he knew she held.