Maybe my luck would be good this year. Last year, every time I fished with Heather she’d caught five times as many as I had.A few hours passed. Fami...ies and couples came and went. A number of people were now fishing along the railing. Every time I saw a lone person walking down the pier, my heart jumped. But it never was Heather.Eventually the sun was getting high and hot, so I decided to head back home. Despite catching a great deal of fish, I was disappointed that Heather hadn’t come down.. I wrapped my hand around the base of his stick and find that it almost didn’t fit in my grip, he was just so thick. I bring it up and sticky precum stretched out, connecting the tip of his cock and a small pool on his stomach. I ran my finger through the bridge of pre cum and put it in my mouth. It was salty, sticky and delicious. I lowered my face until his balls was in front of me. It was hairless and in perfect shape and size. The smell was intoxicating, sweat from earlier workout mixed. It warms slightly more and the tip vibrates gently. It tastes a little semen-like, slightly salty, almost sticky wet. I can’t tell if that’s from the unit or my tongue or my mind. I take ore of it into my mouth and it seems almost alive. It seems as though the unit is being as throughly pleasured as I. I take it further into my mouth and manipulate it more as it responds to my lips and tongue and to the gentle suction as I draw it in. I know the unit can provide a satisfying and easily. We cut to our host stepping into the group, easing the guys apart, and moving that big dog dildo up infront of her guest – “Time for some canine practice...” she squeaks, pushing the fake doggy dick toward Claire’s smile... Claire accepts it, opening wide and letting our host push it deep into her mouth – letting her pump her hips toward her face, fucking her mouth. Coughing a little as it tickles the back of her throat, and looking up at her husband as she does it. Enzo continues to provide.