Scott had a nice time in fishing and in being with Walt. On his last day after fishing with him Scott gave Walt a bottle of Crown Royal and thanked hi... for sharing his fishing knowledge with him. Walt in turn said he had a nice time in doing this fishing probably for his last time and gave Scott maps of lakes and the Wisconsin River where he had marked the good fishing spots. They parted as friends with Scott promising to send Walt periodic e-mails about his fishing success.Scott took the time. I am not sure why but I decided to respond a day later. Turned out we worked for the same company (albeit in completely different areas) and she was "bored" of some of her friends. So I invited her over. Keep in mind, I was 22 and she was 25 at the time. She wasn't much older, but I was definitely nervous. She arrived at my house and we made some small talk. We talked about music, work, and a few other random things. She then asked for something to drink. It just so happened that I had. She gasps and whines as I spank her beautiful tits with the flat side. I watch as they jiggle and bounce from my strikes. Turning red and sore. She rubs her legs together the sensation overwhelming her. Finally I relent. Sliding the brush down her body. Bristles to skin, rasping across her smooth tummy. When the pitiless brush reaches her pussy again I spin it around. With no warning I shove the smooth wooden handle up her wet cunt. Abby squeals and reaches down, grabbing my hand. Her body. "“Matthew, please. I’m sorry, I really am. But... this?” It was too much.“Okay, then.” Matthew pulled up short and shrugged. He walked to the closet. “I’ll pack some things for you. You can come back later for the rest.”“No, wait, Matthew, please.” He stopped, looking at me expectantly. “Okay.”“Okay, what?”“Okay, I’ll go… like this. Like you want. Anything you want.” God, what a pushover I was.Matthew smiled coldly, but it thawed my fear frozen heart just a bit. We made no attempts at small.