She motors out a short distance, anchors, and reads her book.Along comes a Game Warden in his boat.He pulls up alongside the woman and says, "Good mor...ing, Ma'am, what are you doing?" Reading a book," she replies, (thinking, "Isn't that obvious?")"You're in a Restricted Fishing Area," he informs her."I'm sorry, officer, but I'm not fishing, I'm reading." Yes, but you have all the equipment, for all I know you could start at any moment, I'll have to take you in and write you up." For reading a. I turned to look at him and was amazed at how much cum he was covered in. I felt my own pussy juices start to flow. I threw the tissue box at him and told him to clean up and meet me in the car.Bobby left for college that August. I went to visit him during school breaks. He wrote me long letters telling me about his classes and all the new friends he met. He also told me about the nude beaches and nude bathing areas at school he had discovered. He even sent me a school newspaper clipping. Stepping to one side ofthem I swing the flogger, hearing the slap and the squeal as it connects withJulie's arse. The follow through of my swing allows me to strike Melissa'sarse on the way back. Every swing of my arm causes the flogger to strike eitherMelissa or Julie on the arse, making them groan onto the dildo as their arsesredden gradually under the flogger's touch. I start to vary the aim so thatthe flogger catches the back of their thighs too; causing renewed complaint'sfrom them. Small. It was true: Gabby probably would not likely have a problem getting help. Although she was now thirty-five, she looked ten years’ younger. Gabby was short, slender and blonde with a nice set of tits. But her best physical attribute was her arse, and whether consciously or not, she wore dresses, jeans and shorts that displayed that asset to perfection. So, thirty minutes later, Gabby drove away to the blue-and-yellow suburban megastore, leaving Phil and Anthony to play ‘Hungry Hippos’. While.