Dave had a second smaller rod, so he lent that to Jill to try.First, he showed her how to join a piece of nylon fishing line about 60 centimetres long...to the braided line already on the reel, using a double uni knot. He explained that when fishing with soft plastics, such as Squidgies, braided line was needed to be able to feel the fish taking the lure, but that for the last half metre or so, normal fishing line was used and the hook attached to this. The hook was attached using a grinner. And that was the nice thing about being old friends, Roger thought, those quiet moments of silence when neither felt obligated to speak but after that moment had passed he looked to Marco who had an inquisitive look on his red face. One too many drinks, this is going to be a good one, he thought so he prepared himself and took a deep breath.“Okay, I’m finally drunk enough to ask this,” Marco said, his face got even more red as he spoke, “but I have to know...”“Know what?”“Does it hurt?”“Does. "Henry was completely blindsided and Samantha watched his heart slowly break. As a mother, she just wanted to comfort him, but a lesson needed to be learned. This tough conversation would only help him."What do you mean you overheard? Who was she talking to? What did she say?"Samantha took another deep breath. "Lan was talking to a friend. Nothing has been confirmed. She still seems rather undecided on the matter and she still has strong feelings for you." But... why? She said she loves me. And. He began to rub her through the bottoms, they were so thin that he instantly felt Monique's wetness. Almost crashing his truck, Todd said 'Damn, Mo. Yo pussy already wet? Scoot over closer to me.' Mo did as asked and scooted towards Todd. 'Put your hand on my dick.' Mo, gasped and closed her eyes tight from the pleasure of both getting a rub down and that Todd was rock hard.She squeezed his dick with her left and squeezed her tit with the right. 'Hands off Mo. We almost there.' Todd informed.