. of course, I should have recognized the place, we’ve stopped here lots. Not to be mistaken for my honey hole, this honey hole was an eddy at a ben... in the river and was a resting place for the fish as they made their way up stream. It was never a guarantee, but usually a good shot at reeling something in.And so he fished. Cast after cast, throwing the lure out and reeling it back it. Casting and reeling, casting and reeling. Somehow he never got bored, but I sure did. I finished off my beer. Faith clears her throat once again and tries to compose herself. ‘How may I help you?’ she asks, thanking the good fortune to have been able to produce a voice. The stranger seems amused by her attempt at resisting his charms. He casually leans on the door frame, almost entering her personal space but she refuses to give into the urge to step back. His proximity almost consumes her every other thought until he hands a package to her. ‘If you’re Faith J. Flint, then I have this package for. Jay was fucking my hole wildly, while Hitesh fucking my mouth. In between hitesh asked me to take his balls in my mouth, and I did it obediently. I felt pressure in my dick and I came on the bed. They knew about this by my body movement. But they did not care and continued their fuck. After all my pleasure do not matter. And their pleasure was my first priority. After 20 mins of fucking me like that they both came. Hitesh in my mouth, and Jay in my ass. I licked hitesh clean.But, this hungry. The first date I have had in a year." I said."Eleven months, but whose counting," my mom said."So now you are keeping track of my love life? What the fuck is up with that?" I snapped."Watch your mouth," my dad said."Daddy, where the hell do you think I first heard that word. If you remember I was ten and asked you what it meant," I said."Just because I'm an idiot doesn't mean you get to be," he said."And you are an idiot," I said. "So how is my step mother anyway?" You don't really want to.