Your deft touch makes my efforts seem like finger painting. I give you a big smile and hug as thanks but I know that I'll still be a brat. You take my...place at the vanity and begin to work. "Hey Sara, light us a cigarette to share." you say. Unknowingly giving me my opening to be a brat. Pulling another chair up I sit behind you and light the 120 and hold it for you while you drag. You exhale and catch my eyes in the mirror and ask what I'm thinking about. I'm about to start tormenting you I. "The giggles from the bed increased, as Molly and Maria both startedsinging a doowop harmony: "Doo dwoo, doo dwoo duties." Rosie continued tolook at me, eyebrows raised, her six inch tapping the floor inimpatience.I remembered the game. Flustered, I managed to blurt out the old refrain."Please Miss Rosie, may I wash your panties?" Oh Unka Dwoo, if you must," Rosie sighed, "if you must. But I think youmust ask Miss Molly and Miss Maria too. Miss Annabelle and Miss Georgiaas well, I suppose."This. She served me personally and I stopped her and gave her a gut wrenching kiss. I broke the kiss when she went weak in the knees and started to faint."Husband you have got to quit that. You make me all strange inside and I can't stand up. I get all tingly down there and I can't think straight." She went on describing how I made her feel. I started playing with her nipples and I sucked lightly on her neck. She wrapped her long arms around me and started to grind her pelvis into me. She was. She swam back and forth across the top of the tank, attempting to find some means of escape, which she had known at the outset would be a fruitless exercise, but what else was there for her to do? She found a clear hatch with Plexiglas hinges near one end of the tank, its size appropriate to admit one mermaid. She bumped it with her shoulder but it didn't budge. Defeated she swam back down to the bottom of the tank, a little tired from her exertions, and sat upon her rock so that she might.