Milking The Mermaid

she said as she walked across the floor and helped me up. "But I'm afraid that I need your help."
That was when I noticed that she was completely and utterly naked. Not only was she naked, but her breasts looked awfully heavy, like they were being weighed down by something.
I arose and dusted myself off, realizing that I was no longer wet and looked around the spacious room. "I'm sorry, ma'am, but you're going to have to do some explaining before I can help you."
She sighed heavily, her beautiful red-painted lips pouting like a little girl's. "I was afraid you would say that," she said as she bade me to sit next to her on the couch.
How in the world was I going to explain this to the guys back on the beach? They would think that I was utterly mad – and they would probably be right. Then again, this was the kind of thing that you kept to yourself if you knew what was good for you.
"First," I said, sitting down next to

she said as she walked across the floor and helped me up. "But I'm afraid that I need your help."
That was when I noticed that she was completely and utterly naked. Not only was she naked, but her breasts looked awfully heavy, like they were being weighed down by something.
I arose and dusted myself off, realizing that I was no longer wet and looked around the spacious room. "I'm sorry, ma'am, but you're going to have to do some explaining before I can help you."
She sighed heavily, her beautiful red-painted lips pouting like a little girl's. "I was afraid you would say that," she said as she bade me to sit next to her on the couch.
How in the world was I going to explain this to the guys back on the beach? They would think that I was utterly mad – and they would probably be right. Then again, this was the kind of thing that you kept to yourself if you knew what was good for you.
"First," I said, sitting down next t

"I'm sorry to deceive you like this," she said as she walked across the floor and helped me up. "But I'm afraid that I need your help."
That was when I noticed that she was completely and utterly naked. Not only was she naked, but her breasts looked awfully heavy, like they were being weighed down by something.
I arose and dusted myself off, realizing that I was no longer wet and looked around the spacious room. "I'm sorry, ma'am, but you're going to have to do some explaining before I can help you."
She sighed heavily, her beautiful red-painted lips pouting like a little girl's. "I was afraid you would say that," she said as she bade me to sit next to her on the couch.
How in the world was I going to explain this to the guys back on the beach? They would think that I was utterly mad – and they would probably be right. Then again, this was the kind of thing that you kept to yourself if you knew what was good for you.
"First," I said, sitting down next to