Julie rummaged through a drawer and got one of the long T-shirts she usually wore to bed. Yesterday, it would have reached to her knees, but with her ...BimboTech enhancements, it barely covered her ass. Her new tits stretched the white cotton so that her nipples were clearly prominent."Gosh, mom!" said 8-year old Hillary when she saw her mother. "You look just like a Barbie doll!"Julie giggled."Thank you, sweetie!" she said. "What do you want for breakfast?" Chocolate pudding?" she asked, as she. Sounding as miserable and defeated as I felt, I told her,"Not really." But she chose me over you," Lana reminded. "That's why I can't have youputting your silly boy-part inside her. Not when she prefers gettingfinger-banged my me, or when I use one of my strap-ons. And it justwouldn't be right for you to slobber all over her glorious boobs. Oreven to get your greedy hands on them. It follows logically that youcan't kiss her on the lips. I mean the ones up top. The others, downbelow, you. They drifted to her green and blue tail more than once as well.“Is something wrong?” she asked.“No, just… I don’t know, just trying to accept that you’re a mermaid and stuff.”“Do you want to touch my tail? Many humans before you have, it seems to give them some kind of peace.”Many humans before? How many humans had she met? I know mermaids are a legend, well, were a legend, but people don’t really talk about it much anymore. Or maybe they do, and other people just think they’re crazy.. I tried to talk to her about it- but she was more shy about talking about it than she was about doing it. I tried to go down on her, but she wouldn't have any of that. And she certainly wouldn't go down on me.Eventually, I just gave up on changing her mind. It was a lost cause. I resigned myself to once a month turning out the lights, climbing under the covers, lifting the front of her nightgown and rolling between her legs. Then I would pump until I came, at which point she would get up and go.