Everyone looked up, of course, as they tottered to the bar, and ordered their drinks. They knew we were all watching, and that was when I saw her. Pat...y. I can’t imagine how I missed seeing her when they first came in, but she was gorgeous, about 5ft 8, shapely, and at least a 22 dress size. Well, so after the usual eyeing up had taken place, we got to talking, she and me. She’d had a few, as had I, so there wasn’t any false modesty. She knew what she wanted, and so did I, and it wasn’t long. Not that I took any of it seriously of course. Jen’s career was soaring in Glasgow, and I saw her name occasionally in the staff bulletin: promotion, heading up a new project, company rep on a local business committee, another promotion…The one that knocked me sideways, though, six months into my marriage, was when I read ‘Jennifer McAlpine (Special Projects) has announced her engagement to prominent Scottish financial journalist Nicholas Flower’. I knew nothing about the guy, except that the. Charlie reeled it in and dragged a rainbow trout out of the water. Without having to say anything, she swung the line over to Nathan. He propped his own pole between his legs, holding it with his knees. He snagged the swaying fish and began to unhook it. Yes, Charlie would go fishing. She would bait her own her line, PowerBait or worms, but she had a thing about touching an actual fish. She would make a gagging sound and give an icky dance if she put her hands on one. Nathan finished with the. But I didn't resist his touches. He quickly got rid of my clothes again and stripped me naked. He moved between my legs and pushed softly forth. "Ssssshhhhh - gentle!" I told him. He gave me another sweet kiss on the right side of my face and worked gently his way into my pussy. It surprisingly didn't take him too hard at all to push inside of me. I started breathing irregular. He was so careful he didn't cause me any pain - just a lot of pleasure. My moans got quickly louder and he joined me.