As divisions of labor go it was not ideal. He much preferred times when they would have a chance to do the dishes together – talking, touching, and ...‘accidentally’ bumping into each other in a subtle foreplay they both understood and enjoyed a great deal. Bath time with Mimi was an event of a different sort – usually leaving him drenched from eyebrows to knees as the future mermaid loved the water, taking every opportunity to splash and kick, then squeal with delighted laughter. He’d learned to. Bruce quietly shook his head and they continued on.As the ground moved under them, a body of liquid appeared. The ground slowed as they approached. The catwalk that crossed over the reservoir was covered with takers. Bruce watched as a fat taker slowly walked onto the catwalk. It then opened its short legs wide and a river of cum poured out and down into the reservoir. The taker shrunk in girth until the flow stopped. It then continued over the catwalk and onto the sand. "Any questions," she. "Have a good day." As Greg got back in his car, Marcus escorted his mother back into the house. "Mom, why did the police bring you home?" Miranda asked, coming over. "Are you okay?" "I'm fine, kids, honestly." she said, wearily, and plopped herself down on the couch. "Miranda, why don't you go back upstairs and think about your choice." Marcus said pointedly. "Mom already explained it to me outside, and I'm sure she doesn't want to go through it again. I'll be up in a little while." Jennifer. Mr. Jones is good at making me tingle when he rubs my tits. I think that he must have been worried about my nipples getting sunburnt because he spent ages rubbing the sunblock on them, not that I was complaining.He must have been worried about my pussy as well because he spent ages rubbing the sunblock on it, so much so that he made me cum again.I could have laid there all day letting him make me cum over and over but he must have got tired because he stopped after he’d made me cum with his.