That question made her blushed even more, but fascinatingly she did not nod. “I will make you feel good. In fact, I will make you feel so great!”... I promised her. I had taken Heidi’s plaid skirt off and she was in her panties now. The boring and ugly panties. For the daughter of fashion designers, something must have gone wrong I thought. Nevertheless, there it was, a damp patch on the crotch of the hideous panties. I brought her to the huge settee in the middle of the room and put her on it.. .While stroking me, she saw a drop of pre-cum ooze out of the tip. Looking up at me, she smiled and pushed out her tongue to lick the head of my cock, pulling it into her mouth with a quiet, "M-m-m-m-m." She then proceeded to lick the head some more: up and down; around and around. This sent a lightning bolt of electricity through my body, from the tips of my toes to the top of my head. Her mouth opened and she took me inside while still running her tongue around the rim of my cockhead, before. She swam quickly to the nearest air pocket,gasping as she broke the surface. A few quick breaths were enough toclear her head. Silently cursing herself for getting distracted, shetensed for further action and looked around for her attacker. She sawPaul at the opposite end of the air pocket, holding onto a handrail withone hand and glaring at her.Like her, Paul was worker class, with the same longer webbed fingers andtoes and the dolphin-like skin. Unlike her, Paul's hair color hadchanged. That was Birgit. According to Karin, if we do it again, it’s for us. But that one was not for us.”“If?”“Yeah. If. Who knows? I might see her before I come home, but whether or not we have sex is a question for which I don’t have an answer.”“Did you feel a connection?” Jennifer asked with apprehension in her voice.“Of course I did. With Birgit, though, not with Karin. The sex was white hot in intensity, but that was me and Birgit. The only kiss I got from Karin as Karin was when I got on the.