" No fucking until she's sixteen," he explained. "When I'm at her house we neck and pet up a storm on the sofa, then I go home and beat off. At my hou...e she shares my bed, but..." ... no fucking. We made a promise, to each other and to my parents, and we'd never break that. We do lots of other yummy stuff, though," she admitted with a dirty giggle.I kicked my brain into gear. I sometimes wished I'd had as much sense. "Oh wow! A virgin until you're sixteen? But that'll be..." Only two more. She has her other hand stroking the towel up and down and across her nipples, biting her lips as she goes. She really gets going, fucking herself against the dildo and rubbing the vibrator everywhere. Her hips grind hard and she moans softly. If she carries on like this she’s in for a messy ending and that’s just what she’s hoping for. She carries on and suddenly notices something in the doorway. She’s been caught red handed. Michael is standing in the door way but as she focuses she can see. She explained that her car had quit quite a way back and she had no service on her cell phone.She was wondering if she could use my phone to call for help. I motioned her inside and told her there was no need to call anyone, my friend had my truck and she was due back in about a half hour if she did not mind waiting that long (ALL of which was a lie, there was no friend coming soon). I asked her if she wanted something cold to drink and told her I would be right back with it. As soon as I got. I no longer purchased what I wanted with a synthetic good called money. Now, I purchased what I wanted by scarcity or with my skills and labors. I knew that as long as I was without any people around to goad me I was happier than I ever had been before.The braided synthetic lines seemed to have best stood the test of time. The fiberglass rods all seemed to be falling apart. I found a few steel kiddie rods at a dollar store. they worked fine for what I wanted. I caught minnows with a big dip net.