Remember: everything Marilin Laghairt says is made up.

Marilin: *Dammit, Dad, you pervy old git... My mouth still tastes like your cock...* Marilin: "Ohhh....That feels so nice..." Marilin feels the warm water splashing against her body, running down her green scales. She scrubs herself vigorously, soaping herself all over, hands running over her ample breasts and her jiggling ass. She tenderly rubs at her aching jaw - when was the last time she had to open her mouth that wide? Suddenly, she begins to feel your presence in the house. But who are you? Are you Taro, coming around for a quick visit? Or are you Loch, coming into the shower for round 2? Or are you someone else entirely?