“We keep schools of fish for eating, Yrsla. How's it different?”“They're air dwellers. Why don't they throw their nets in the air and catch thos... flying fish.”“Birds?”“Yes, birds. Then they don't need to pollute are waters with their boats.”I shook my head and peered into her silver eyes. “Please, Yrsla. I need to know. Every day, I wonder about them. Why do we have such romantic songs about them and stories about brave fisherwives and strong fisherman? There has to be a reason.”Yrsla's. Leisha left the room. For a minute,Lisa stood still, regaining her composure. When she finally calmeddown, she suddenly smiled. Tina Turner on growth hormones! That'swhat Leisha reminded her of! The dining room, was a long, narrow chamber with a high-vaulted ceiling. It was simple in it's decor. Even had it been moreelaborate, the candles didn't shed quite enough light to let onesee the whole room in detail. There was a single, eight foot longtable with a chair at either end. Stephen sat at the. Its been a few weeks since then and my mistresses have shown no mercy. i don't even own mens underwear any more . strickly my wife , the most important misstress of all insist my balls be covered with lace. i may wear a suit to work but theres pantys under that. She says its the only way a panty boy should dress. anyway my wife said she had a surprise for me when i got home from work . i couldn't wait to see what she had in mind. when i got home i walked into the house and my wife was. Teresa cupped her boobs in her hands, trying to hold on as I started fucking her hard.She was wet and slick and I could see the tension in her body as her muscles flexed each time I plowed into her."Oh yeah, that feels so good. Fuck me like that. Oh yeah, just like that! Oh, goddamn..."Listening to her made me even more excited and I slid my hand down the inside of her thigh and began rubbing her clit. She gasped loudly and almost jumped away from me when I made contact with her button. “Ahh.