I wanted to put my hands on him, to hurt him.“I thought I destroyed all those pictures. I guess I missed some.”“There more?” I asked, huskily....he kicked the pile of photos, “If there are they’re in there.” She turned and went inside.It took me almost three hours to go through all the loose photos. I found four more, all from that night. They were all of my wife, none of the boyfriend … well, none of his face. There was my wife sucking his dick with her eyes closed, my wife on top of him with. Wait until tonight he said and see how many of these fishermen had not done any better.They headed back to the lodge and turned in the gear. The lodge had a special tank for keeping the fish alive until dinner if the guests wanted, along with a cleaning and fast freezing facility if the guests were taking their catch home."Tonight, you can share your salmon and impress the other fishermen," Roger told Chelsea and Tami."Really?" That fish is big enough to feed a lot of people," Roger said. .perfect. I had her lay out on a long lounge chairs on her stomach. I sat on her back and started rubbing lotion on her. This of course made me hard, causing my rod to dig into her back. She then started to moan "Mmmm that feels good." I asked "Which part?" she playfully responded with "Guess?" I kept rubbing her all over making sure I get her bubble butt and getting a few good slaps on it making it jiggle. I then turned her over and rubbed lotion over her large tits, pinching her hard nips. The size difference was not enough to make the shaft unsuitable for their points, but a slight pull on the shaft would dislodge the head. Keith wondered if this would be a useful characteristic or just an unimportant side issue. Oh, well, they would find out when they shot their first Comanche with one. The main advantage of salvaging the arrow shafts was that they were already fletched, so they didn't have to worry about gluing feathers onto the shafts, themselves.Keith worked on converting.