I pulled up my beer and took one while I splashed some Jack Daniel’s on the fish after I turned it over.I appreciated her nude body and asked her na...e. She replied, “Mer Maid.”I asked, “What does Mer stand for?”She replied, “Nothing! My parents had a sense of humor. Since our last name was Maid they decided to call me Mer Maid. I was born in the water and I practically live in it.”I said, “You certainly swim like a Mermaid.”She said, “Thank you.”Then we ate the fish and it was perfectly done.. ” I was actually thinking about privacy, and the door that closed off basement from the rest of the house, and whether I could get her alone for a few minutes to see where this was going.She giggled, still a bit drunk, and started to rise. “Good job, Mr. H. You make sure there’s no trouble,” she said, mockingly stern.She stepped toward me, presumably heading for the basement door, when her feet tangled in some shoes on the floor (probably hers) and she stumbled into me, bursting into laughter. It felt like my dick was getting fatter and fatter as she gently pulled it around and around in her cunt. She started to breathe more heavily with the effort. “Do you like that? It feels fab inside, just like Cosmo said it would. I think you’re bigger than usual. Cosmo said it would make me come, in fact. Let’s see” she said and started to go faster. And faster. I moved to her right tit, giving her a big love bite underneath it just where it joined her body.There was a tearing noise as the. The DC-3 touched down in the darkest hour of the morning on a remote stretch of tarmac on the Ban Muang airfield outside of Bangkok, Thailand. The gods were with them. A blinding squall was going through the area as they landed, and there was little danger that the Japanese guards in the control tower had any idea an airplane had landed, although the Thai controllers certainly knew about the plane and that it was coming in for a landing. They had no idea who was on the plane, but it was a plane.