Traci laughed at her little joke on me and sat down on her towel. She started putting on baby oil as I walked down to the water and started casting.I ...ave to tell you how much I love to fish, even if I'm not catching anything. That morning I had a few nibbles but no good hits on my lure. So, I wandered up and down the river bank for about an hour as Traci sunbathed. When I got back, I grabbed a beer because it was getting hot and humid. Suddenly Traci was there and asked for a beer from behind. In fact, how did you end up here in Key West?”“It’s a long story. I just sort of fell into the good life I guess. I grew up on a farm in the midwest about 250 miles west of the Mississippi river. Our place was in south central Missouri. Both my parents worked for the Postal Service but my grandparents had a small farm and my grandfather did custom hay baling during the summer. I wasn’t the typical farm boy but I did work on both my parents small 40 farm and my grandparents larger 160 acre one.. John looked at her interrogatively 'And?' he said. For a moment she had no idea what he wanted her to say and then she realised. Charlie would not know how far he could go. She turned to him. 'You can spank me on the bare' she said, and then added quietly so that he would fully understand, 'John makes me take all my clothes off for a thrashing.'Poor Charlie could hardly sit still and fondled breasts so openly displayed, but the doorbell went. John got up to answer, knowing that Kim hated going. ‘Ahhhhheeeeee!!!’ she screamed. ‘Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!’ I groaned and began to move in and out with powerful strokes. My hips jerked up and down, lifting her off the bed. The bed springs squeaked loudly… louder then they did that first night I heard her making love. I buried my face in her shoulder and sucked the soft skin into my mouth. I knew that she would have a large bruise there tomorrow. I felt my s****r tense and knew that she was close. ‘Yes, yes, cum for me s*s… cum on my cock,’.