Bree helped hold me up too and said, “I’ve never been more disgusted to share the same last name as you. Thank God we don’t share the same DNA,�...�� with those last words Bree made some gagging sounds. Then added, “If Kyle here is out of the school I’ll be dropping out of this institution as well.”We went to my Dad’s car and all four of us went to my house. I don’t know what surprised me more out of everything that happened today, being discovered or my Mom being home at this time of the day. She. She walked around the room, a sadistic little smile on her face, dropping copies of "Moby Dick" on everybody's desk. We'd be finished with Bartleby this week, she told us. Chapters one through five to be read by next Monday, five through ten by the following Friday. The same schedule for the rest of the year. Five more chapters every Monday, and another five every Friday. There were lots of chapters, people, but they were small. A paper entitled "Why not call him Bob or Sam?" was due on the. I tugged the shirt down taut to showmy cleavage, and since he was watching with a big smile I smirked athim and teased him by pulling it down tight even farther, a couple moreinches. I had about four inches of cleavage showing, and if I went anyfarther my nipple would pop out. I leaned forward with my arms pinningmy breasts together, and the chasm between my tits was like a canyon.“How’s that?” I teased in a soft, sultry voice.“It’s no fair,” he laughed.. Even though I had cum not long before, it was exciting to have a real mermaid to love. Ayral was perfect. I pressed my cock against her scales. The soft, wet texture drove my dick wild, shooting ripples of pleasure up my shaft.I abandoned Ayral's breasts. I wanted to play with her lower half. A slit in her scales opened up beneath her belly button, exposing the wet, pink folds of her pussy. What would she taste like? Would she taste different than a human?Her stomach was smooth and transitioned.