I eagerly accepted, and we made plans. *knock* *knock* *knock* I heard him knock, and smiled brightly before giving myself a once over. My half blea...hed, half black hair was perfectly straightened in the front, expertly spiked in the back, my makeup was precise, and my outfit was the best possible mix of sexy and cute. I was wearing a cute black and green plaid skirt and a tight white collared shirt with a small gold cross necklace. *knock* *knock* *knock* I raced down the hall, almost. “Is that nice big boy?” she grinned down to him, studying Bert’s face, she knew he yearned badly to push himself up into her, nevertheless she was now in control, slowly, very slowly she started lowing herself. The pleasure was more than she could ever have expected, or hope for, for that matter, amazed that she’d able to spread so easily, gradually she lifted and lowered, lifted and lowed. The large helmet jerked as it was compelled between her taught pussy muscles, no pain just sheer pleasure. Finally they announced the fundraiser. It would be an auction called “The Shirt Off His Back.” One guy asked where they should put their suits. The announcer said the suits would be auctioned off of their bodies. Some of the guys in suits went and sat down at tables with their friends. Guys who wanted to donate their suits were called to the stage. A total of 18 guys got on stage. They started with having us remove our coats and drape them on chairs set on the stage. Then they auctioned off. Tad slumped in a chair and said he was way ahead and he would wait for the girls to catch up. Frank rebaited Joan’s hooks and I baited up Erin’s line. Erin swung her line over the side and let it down. As her line went down I saw the line move off to one side. I touched her arm, ‘Put it in gear and hit it hard right now.’ She did as I said and the line started screaming off her reel. Her rod was bent way over. She was a strong girl and hung on for dear life. The fish was running away from the.