”He gave it to me probably thinking I’d never call. To his surprise I did the following morning, “Are yah having fun yet,” I cooed into the re...eiver. Thus began a friendship with lead to the co-writing of this story."“Did you ever have a dream that was so real you could swear it actually happened?”You are working hard, and don't notice that someone is watching you. My gaze follows every move you make, I am so excited I feel my nipples harden, my clit begins to throb. I lick my lips hungrily,. Pushing a modified seat down through theskiff floor to a more comfortable level, he could not wait to cage hisfish in his clever modification. In the shallows, the seat would beraised; once in deeper water, the bottom of his chair doubled as a cagefor fish. You cant string fish here unless you want to feed the snappingturtles or the alligators. Jacob was not fond of fish head stew.As the sunlight heads over the bald cypress trees, the red hue theyreflect off their bark is inspiring. The dark,. . although I still find it a little hard to believe, dad..."Arnold Talbott chuckled softly, picking up his martini and toying with the toothpick-speared olive. Everything was going just as they'd planned. They'd babied him along, but he'd be fucking Sarah sure as anything in the next twenty-four hours. He found himself thinking of his lovely daughter Jan's luscious, rounded ass as well, and what it might be like to be worming his big cock up her hot, wet young cuntal hole for the first time.... Pussy was hard to come by back in the hills, which is why I reckon some didn't stray to far from home to get it.He could tell I weren't convinced, so he led me down this long metal hall to a eating place and over a couple of cups of coffee he filled me in. Having someone that was from back in the hills tell me all about it help a sight, I'm tellin' ya. Ifn' he hadn't explained it to me like that, I'm not sure I'd of ever figured it out."So, I can get them to bring Sissy along, and they'll put.