"I told you already," Rachel said irritably,"I don't want my son hearing us." You are so beautiful when you are angry!" Shut up, Mike!" Ok, Ok." My cr...tches fell on the floor. Do you see them?" You don't need them now, Rachel. I'm holding you!" We can't do it here. Stop it!" Gosh! I'm harder than your cast." Mike, be cautious! My leg still hurts." Sorry, sweetie." Carry me to the bedroom!" Rachel moaned."Ok, fine. Maybe I will find out how to remove your panties. The cast makes it quite. “Who’s Peter?” she said.“You know, Peter. The insurance Agent. The one you have been fucking for the last 4 months. The one you were fucking on Monday night when you said you were so tired that you fell asleep and didn’t call me.” I said.“I don’t know who you have been talking to, or what you have heard, but…” she began.I placed an 8x10 picture on the table between us. It was the one I had taken at first, through my scope with her on her back, her eyes wide and her mouth in that perfect ‘O’ as. I could feel a hard erection of something really huge through his trousers. I was so fucking aroused when he finally asked me if I wanted to go to a bedroom upstairs. I really could not even believe myself when I said "yes", biting my wet red lips and looking at him in his eyes with lust in mine.We found an empty room and I laid on my back on the bed. Samuel did not say even a word, just lifted up my black dress and pulled my tiny thong aside. I was looking at the ceiling through some alcohol. I don’t know.”He tilted his head to the side and raised a hand to rub at his stubble. “Can I ask one then?”“Sure!”“You’re a mermaid.”“I am.”“A real, live, genuine mermaid.”“I am!”“You’re the first I’ve seen. Other sailors say they’ve seen mermaids, but no one believes them. We’re a superstitious lot. And you said something about a hundred years?”Alandrial nodded, looked down, and frowned. She lowered herself when she did, until only her head was over water. “A hundred years ago, some mermaids.