DAY 2.
"I do have a lady I love, who carries my baby."
Kilp's serious face was beginning to lighten up by the smile of the lady seated before him on the bed. She had her back to the head of the bed, while he was seating at the end of the bed.
She was very much half-naked, her loose gown showing her nipples and well shaped mounds of flesh, the fresh boobs.
Occasionally would he look away from her face to the boobs. He didn't know which to concentrate on. But he was glad that the discourse he had started with was doing him a whole lot of good.
"Back on earth?"
Her small but thick lips paved at intervals, complementing her mild and polished voice. Not only was she beautiful, she had the aura.
"No. Here in the sea."
He corrected. He noticed that her smooth face was folding into a sleeve of frown, woven by concern.
"A Nymph got pregnant? That has never been true and never will."