As Dessie made sure all the fishing equipment was packed, Phillip noticed the look on her face and came over.“What’s the matter, Baby?”Dessie st...od looking at their equipment. “This kept us alive, and I never want to get rid of any of it,” she said as she motioned to the tiny rods and reels that folded into something that a true fisherman would be embarrassed to use. But we are never going camping again with straight hooks. There is no telling how many big ones got away because of those damned. " Annie and Sara closed their eyes and concentrated on the living room of their old house while I chanted the spell that we had learned while studying for our Master's Level exams and made the sign for it in the air.We instantly disappeared from the bookstore and reappeared in Mrs. O'Neill's very disorganized living room. Actually disorganized might be too weak a description. Disaster might better suit the scene before us. There were pillows and other things scattered everywhere in addition to. He grabbed her raven-black hair with one hand and continued smoking with the other as Pai-chan’s throat struggled to take in the monster dong. It was slick and salty with yummy pre-cum and she began to visibly relax in her bonds, eagerly accepting the cock now opening up her throat as he drove his soft-haired pubis into her nostrils.He drew a deep drag on his cigarette and inhaled deeply. He dropped the smoldering butt to the ground and grabbing Pai-chan’s head with his other hand, ground out. The barman sighed with an aroused exhale as his eyes followed her across the room like mine did. After a few more drinks and Vorderman hitting her fourth bottle the couple with them bid farewell to Carol and her boyfriend and the couple came over to the bar as their friends left the bar area. Carol sat not far away from me, a barstool stood between us, the barman gave me a look as if to say "fuck, it's that fucking wild and hot Vorderman at our bar" and shot her a pervy look as she had her.