These clothes really flatter your figure. See howthe fit highlights your little boobies. And the lace is sooo sexy.Almost makes me want to jump your... bones right now. But we need to hurryand have some breakfast and then we need to get to our appointment atBrianne's salon." She gave me a quick kiss and then headed off to thekitchen. I followed her.Brianne was the person that cut our hair. She was one of the owners ofthe place we went to get our hair cut. The place was called. ‘Touch yourself while you look at me’ had been a favourite as well as having the guy tied up while she explored and teased them. She flexed her thigh muscles, squeezing her pussy as it rubbed lightly against the edge of the bed. Brian had been a star too after he went back home last year, her imagination creating scenarios where he ravished her in her Mum’s shower or down in the basement in front of the TV.A master plan hatched in her head and she took hold of his cock and stroked it firmly,. We never haveand we do not have the desire to. But alas we do hunger for what we donot have. We need maleness. We consume maleness. Which brings us back toyou. You have been given a gift that we have not bestowed to one of yourkind for over two thousand years. You have become one of us. Skyler isno more, yet the woman that the islanders expect to emerge today, doesnot exist either. You are now, Skye, Siren goddess of the winds."I don't know why but I began to quietly weep for my loss. I did not. 'Howdy.' I held out my hand for him to shake, no one blinked even though he was half an hour late into the lecture. He actually had a surprisingly firm handshake; I was expecting a limp writing touch up. I guess some people can surprise you.'I don't suppose you're on the prowl.' He said.'If by the prowl you mean trolling for cock, then sorry to disappoint you.' I answered.He grinned. 'You guess me already huh? Ah well, a loss for all men.''Except me.' I pointed out. 'I'm pretty happy on my side.