Millie started with the ‘street clothes’ she had bought first–and they were eyepopping enough on their own. Skintight jeans and sexy sandals, c...ingy low-cut tops that threatened to spill gallons of tits at every move, short skirts that showed off her beautiful, curvy white legs, and dresses that would stop traffic at rush hour (and did). The shortshorts were incredible. They started four inches below her bellybutton, and they ended halfway down her ass. A hand’s breadth of asscheek was left. . ?" Oh, go, go. Can you take these two with you?" Ha ha. No. They're like cats. Don't you know yet? They can't be herded." I'm realising." I promise I'll look after your gear when we get back. Then you can take them and drown them. Especially Vicki." Hey!" Well, you told them to dunk me." Did not!"Heather looked over at Steph for confirmation. "Yeah Vicki, you did." Can I blame Paul?" No. Hmmm. Paul, thanks for looking after my cousins." With that Heather knelt on the sand and kissed me. A. We tied them on our rods and waded out into the water. With the long walk and the time it took us to replace the flies, the sun had already risen and people had been fishing for about thirty minutes before we made our first cast. Even though we missed ‘the rock’, our new ‘spot’ wasn’t too bad. There were some low tree branches that made casting difficult, but after a while we got the hang of swinging rods side to side. We had to get our timing down between us so we didn’t tangle our lines. It made sense for them to be married. Who cares if they love or fuck each other. It was a simple business arrangement. Lars didn't even know if his dad was his dad or not. He thought about getting a DNA test, but decided it wasn't sperm that made a man a dad.**Lars was brought back to reality by a gasp from Aggie. "Are you okay," he asked concerned, ready to shift weight or change any fucking thing so he could finish fucking his petite princess. "Do you need me to stop?" No No! NO! OH GOD.