I don’t want this anymore. You have made me look like a fool and all I ever did was love you.” I said feeling the tears form in my eyes. “Kelly,...I love you, I swear I do….”“You don’t love anyone but yourself.” I said pointing my finger at him.I shook my head. I was disgusted.“I don’t want to be married to you anymore. I have known for a while what’s been going on and there is a big world out there, and I am wasting my time with a man who doesn’t even want me!” I said crying and laughing at the. ‘Shit, eyes and lips like his should be outlawed,’ she thought, as the familiar spasm clenched her cunnie and made her instantly wet. The thought of a different type of food was starting to come to mind.“Hi sexy, I hear you have been out slaying dragons, again,” he said, as he sat beside her on the bench seat close enough to touch. He took her hand in his and rubbed his thumb across her palm.‘Damn, damn, and double damn. If he keeps that up, I’ll be orgasming in minutes and end up glued to the. I went back to the laptop and looked over the specifications and features on the boat once more. She was right. It had everything we needed for charter work. It had a crane and inflatable with outboard on the bow deck and plenty of room for another on the transom. In addition, there was plenty of room to fish from the stern on this model. Apparently there was a live bait tank built into the deck at the transom, along with an ice locker. It wasn’t a sport fisher design, but it had some of those. Even my folded legs that were knotted in the Lotus position, were complaining about their situation. Only my arms were happy where they rested on my spread legs.However, nothing could dampen the excitement bubbling inside me. A week ago, I arrived at a private wilderness camp in the Timbavati area close to the Kruger National Park in South Africa. I was appointed the nature guide and tracker to the filthy rich and famous. My Level Four 4 Field Guide Association of Southern Africa (FGASA).