“Not bad, Tommy,” Frej said. A spotted creamy gray fish had come into view, lethargically trying to swim away. Heather soon had the gaff in hand a...d slung the catch over the transom.“Nice one!”“We’ll not starve tonight!” he cried happily.That was the start of a decent run of fish, which thrilled Tommy to no end. Even the rough seas that caressed us ever more frequently with salty spray didn’t dampen the enthusiasm of catching each successive cod. Surprisingly, Heather didn’t drop a line in,. After all, it could have been an hallucination caused by whatever he had drunk the night before. The important question was could that actually happen again?Matt closed his eyes again, focusing on the fly, and suddenly he was flying around the room again, in the random pattern-less flight most insects seemed to use. It had happened, after all. He supposed just the proof it happened was really good enough, but he also realized he need more information on it, so for the next few minutes he. He slid a finger, up to the first knuckle, into her still wet asshole. "Ahhh," she sighed, "very nice." Yeah," said Nick, removing the digit. "Time for a little wine." He took the glass poured by Susan and they sat down next ot each other on the couch.Susan noticed immediately that Nick's cock had gone from soft to hard with only one quick feel of her asshole. "You get stiff really fast," she said, sliding her free hand down to his prick."Yeah," he said. "I guess you do that to me." He watched. Then, the cast was removed, and my life got back to normal.The crutches were covered with dust. I took a rag and started cleaning them. I had almost done when the telephone rang, startling me. My daydreams evaporated at once. The phone was upstairs so I decided not to answer the call. Eventually, the ringing stopped. I turned my attention back to the crutches. Why am I cleaning them? There is no use of them. Despite this reasoning, I did the job diligently. Then, I placed the crutches under my.