Martin wants to take me fishing every so often, she is glad to get ridof me. I look forward to these weekends because I have more fun than Iever would...if I really went fishing.This will be explained as the story goes on.Mr. Martin picked me up at nine am. It took us a little over an hour toget to where we were going, nowhere near a lake, river or anyplace youwould fish.We went to a friend of his, Mr. Williams. Larry Williams, who had adaughter Betty, my age. As soon as we got there we both went. I attached her hole with my tongue first, plunging as deep as I could. Then I worked my way upwards towards her clit. As soon as my tongue made contact, she grabbed my head with both hands and pulled me into her. Her grip and hold was almost suffocating. But I didn’t let that stop me. I attached her clit in a circular motion going over the top once and a while. Tina was an animal. She was moving from side to side. I gripped her hips and thighs just so I could keep contact with her clit. Moans. ..”“Your choice,” I said, standing. “Be on my doorstep by half-past five this afternoon if you want to go ahead. I’ll be in all afternoon.”I left her there, not looking back, and took a brisk walk up the valley, and on the way home did some grocery shopping. After a light lunch, I did a little research with the help of Google.I was ambivalent as to whether I wanted her to turn up, and my guess as to whether she was desperate enough to come dropped as the afternoon wore on. I’d almost decided. I finished it off with a blond curly wig and some rhinestone earrings. I had taken my time with my makeup so I looked pretty hot.I had some conversations with Tom during the week but they always ended up with just talk so I figured Friday’s conversation would be the same. I was chatting with a few guys as well and although several talked a good game none seemed interested in actually meeting. I had discussed several fantasies with Tom, bondage, being taken to a bar, going to an adult theater.