The result is the streams and pools of water are full of very catchable fish, and that fact has made this park a favorite for fishermen who enjoy "rou...hing it."Clarke Hauser is a twenty three year old avid fisherman, rugged in appearance with coal black, wavy hair and the bluest eyes since Paul Newman. At six feet two inches and one hundred eighty pounds, he was in prime physical condition. It didn't hurt that girls thought he was the most handsome in his fraternity, either. And he was a. My head is getting light, I?m not used to alcohol.?Our client likes everything smooth,? she says as she grabs a razor. Shemoves over to me and lightly kisses me on the neck placing the razor onthe ledge. I never thought about being with a woman but I don?t recoil.Moving up my neck to my ear I feel tingling in my pussy. Her lightkisses and tongue moves across my cheek and she is now licking my lips.Her kiss becomes firmer then her tongue parts my lips. My mouth opens toher tongue and my tongue. " Wait Sandra, please, come back." She hesitantly comes back."I'm sorry, I'll stay as long as you like. As you said, I think I'm your responsibility. I'm just a little freaked out by it all. Waking up here dressed like this. Do you think your responsibility would include something to eat?"She smiles through her tears. "Yes it does, wait here, and yes, Mum wants to see you too."Then she runs away, leaving me alone. I try to make some sense of it but fails miserably. It could be some feverish. "Um, I'm sorry if I interrupted a little personal time," she said. I pulled up the blanket, which had slid down a bit, and wrapped it tight around my waist."It's cool," I said, "Don't be lonely." I waved my hand. "Come on in, check this out. This place comes with everything. There's even a bag of sex toys on the pool table." What?" she said in mock outrage. "Let me see." She ran by me to the pool table and opened up the bag. Inside were a lot of ziplock bags holding dildos, lube, paddles and.