So my stomach felt a little queasy as they started to kick in! I knew that I wasn't going to vomit, or anything! I just needed to splash some water on...my face and take piss! Mary, had gotten up while I was saying this to my friends and getting offered another toke off the joint going around. When I got into the bedroom that had the only functioning toilet at the time. I heard the sound of it flushing, so I guessed Mary was in there. I was right! Which brought me to where I was then! Looking at. I had spent a lot of time and money looking for just the right furniture and linens for my bedroom so I was very proud of it. I had a large bed that was actually a soft sided waterbed with a feather mattress on top. My linens were white and contrasted nicely with the deep red of the cherry wood four poster frame. I had a friend of mine make a canopy of iron that fit over the top of the bed beautifully. It was very feminine with bows at the corners and a cherub hanging from the head of the. I straddled his face and offered my bald slit for him to lick. He plunged tow fingers in my pussy and one finger in my ass as I plunged his cock deep inside my hungry mouth. I sucked his cock voraciously. I was making slurping sounds galore as I sucked this incredible specimen of manhood. His tongue slid all the way inside my pussy then he removed it and slid it inside my asshole. He kept slipping his tongue in and out of both holes. I was orgasming frantically as I felt the first twinge of his. Now, I decided to try it here. We didn’t have the same kind of ponds or pools, but there were backwater areas in the rivers in which there would be ice throughout the winter. You could go there - if you were careful. I was.This type of fishing finally did what hunting couldn’t do. I was able to empty my head of all those distracting thoughts when I tried to fool those trout to snap my bait and hook. Maybe I was a master in the art of hunting, but this kind of fishing was something totally.