You’ve done enough, lovely. Tom heard the odd bump of Kitty and Sarah next door, so started relaxing the straps and buckles that held Chrys. As soon as he hit the water, the turbulence exiting the cove pulled him out, churning him over and over like a washing machine. Chrys giggled, giving a Tom sly look. “Mmmph…”
Chrys’s body tensed once more as he drove deep inside her, feeling the wetness of her fur against his body and another emission of sex scent poured from her. He glanced at Lucy, who was putting her coat back on, grinning knowingly back at him, with a look that hinted that here was another possible notch on his bedpost. They’re lovely. It was okay, not seeing a burn mark. Tom had to sit upright, cross-legged as Peter left to fetch him a drink of water. He listened but couldn’t hear a reply or acknowledgement, so returned to the surface. Becky worked seamlessly between helping Brenda and clearing the hatch. His long strokes from base to tip of her tail had her
