Dripping wet with water running over the dry pier boards. Seeping through the slats and returning with multiple splashes under the deck. The dropping ...f the cast net onto the deck was more a calling than shaking out of the net. The bounty of silver shad wiggled and shined in the light of the pier. Three hard distinct drops of the net to pound loudly onto the deck before Dave finally released dozens of two inch long shad onto the pier. Then he shook it out and set it up to cast again. Lifting it. He could see her now, tied to his chair, that smile gone, tears streaming down her cheeks. Her hair would feel like satin, smooth under his brush, the red ribbon such a pretty contrast to the darkness of it. Her skin would be taut, tawny, with brown nipples capping those perky tits that barely bounced with every step she took. Her lips would be soft, hot around his cock even as she gagged and moaned, crying and screaming around his hard shaft.His cock grew hard, his pants too tight and he. The thing was, we couldn’t forget it. Just thinking about it could get us going. So we looked around for a way to have someone watch us. And I found an ad for a hotel in Spain.” “And that was a mistake,” Charmian added. “It looked all right. They were open for broadminded couples only, twenty-five and over. It was easy to get the message, so we booked a week. A bit pricey but we took it anyway. The only flight we could get meant we arrived late. When we checked in the reception guy asked us if. Once his shirt was removed I noticed he wasn’t very hairy. I have commented over the years to my husband that I don’t like hairy guys. He finally begins to take off his pants and I look at my husband and he reassures me by saying “its okay.” Antonio slowly drops his pants to the floor as if he is doing a strip tease. Now he is standing at the foot of the bed with his package bulging from his boxer shorts. My husband is standing at my side and I squeeze my husband's hand as Antonio tries to drop.