It had taken her five attempts to get it right and Freddie had been happy to study her as she did it. All right, she was hardly Ursula Andress, or Hal...e Berry come to that, but she was an attractive woman in her mid thirties and, by the fifth attempt, the splashed spray from waves had made sure that her denim shorts and her tee-shirt were clinging agreeably to her figure. Freddie wasn’t keen on film makers here, especially just now, but the mermaid, as he had dubbed her, was easy on the eye at. Just five more days to Saturday!"June 30th"Cinderella is going to suffer when I find her, I opened the old dungeons, I got all kitted up, my thigh-length boots, the leather leotard, and fishnet stockings – and I couldn't find her anywhere. One of the other servants claimed that a 'person' calling herself 'Fairy Godmother' was getting Cinderella fitted. If that bitch goes against my wishes and attends the ball, I will thrash her within an inch of her life!"July 3rd"That foolish modiste is. “Shhhiitt.. Ooohhh god!”, moaned Aunt Sheen as her eyes flew open when my finger came in contact with her G-spot. I knew from past experience that she would only think about having an orgasm now.I began to rub my middle finger over her G-spot faster as my thumb began to push and rub her thick clit from outside.The sloppy sound of my fingers ramming in and out of her juicy wet pussy seemed to fill the otherwise silent bedroom.“Mmmm… aaahhh… oooohhh…I’m coommm..”, was all Aunt Sheen could manage. .it is a late afternoon, one weekend here in this time zoneand i begin meditating deeplyimagining what it would be like with you...my breathing slows down...and the edge between the worlds becomes blurred...after an interminable amount of time the pictures inmy mind sharpen,,,my mind focusesand i become aware that i am walkingslowly in a forest,,unlike any inmy native land,,,i see a woman sitting in the distanceand as i approach i realise that it is thewoman i have been corresponding.