His car was parked first so we stopped and he started looking for his keys."What?! Oh, fucking hell! You've got to be k**ding me!?" He threw his backp...ck on the floor and kicked his left front tyre. I looked down and noticed the tyre was completely flat."This is great! How am I going to get home now!" He shouted. "Don't you have a spare one?" I asked. "Not anymore...fuck!" I can drive you home, it's no big deal. It's not really that far either." He hesitated, looked down at the floor and back. Not like father. He only knew how to make me feel like a merslut.Yrsla's tail swished, the soft ends brushing my face. I groaned and nibbled on her fins. She loved it, her tongue swirling faster through my folds while her hands stroked my tail. My body shuddered as the pleasure washed through me.“Play with my tits, too,” I groaned.Yrsla contorted her body as she moved over me. Her tail bent so the ends of her fins could fan over my breasts and caress my nipples. I moaned and shuddered. The boat. I pushed Cyra face down on the mattress and rolled her onto her back. I placed my hands on either side of her shoulders and stared into the fire in her big, beautiful, hungry, brown eyes. I know who she is. I’ve only just met her but; I know who she is and what she’s in search of. It’s not about the submission for Cyra. It’s not about the coercion or the pain or the pleasure. She hungers to be made to surrender to a lover. To surrender everything she is, her thoughts, her body, and her needs.. "As I told you, Jeremy was making a lot of money, we were educating the children privately and he was planning to retire at fifty. When he was killed I became totally absorbed in my own grief and the children's. It never even crossed my mind that we no longer had an income until the first school bills arrived and I realised that I was going to have to pull in my horns drastically. Jeremy had taken out a pretty hefty life insurance so that was a help and he also had a number of solid.