On our way out we bought food for lunch and borrowed my father,s whisky flask to add to the coffee to warm our insides. I wore heavy cord trousers, sw...ater, heavy boots and baseball cap while Maria wore a baseball cap, heavy canvas coat and boots to keep dry mostly in the intermittent some times heavy rain. I drove us to one of my favourite spots for late season fishing on a tiny creek most people would pass by, but I knew the channel here was ten feet deep with strong current where small bait. Nor would he have learned that his mother was as hard as steel and willing to do things that made him sick before she decided that she knew everything that Julio could tell them and then let Rachel loose on him since he had taken most of the night resisting giving any information.Seamus knew he would not be letting Rachel anywhere near himself after watching her mutilate Julio for at least an hour before he died. He could in some ways understand the anger that both his mother and Rachel. "Ahhh," she said, her face going slack with pleasure and need. "It feels so good. So different, but so good." She started to jack her hand faster up and down her cock, her mouth hanging open and breathing quickly.I stepped forward and caught her wrist mid stroke. Her bottom lip stuck out in a pout. I quickly leaned in to kiss it while pulling her hand away from her penis and replacing it with mine. She groaned into my mouth and started moving her hips back and forth, trying to hump my hand. I. “Forgive me for saying this, but your girlfriend’s a jackass.”“Already forgiven.”“Also, if you don’t already know, ya dick ain’t small, chief.”I laughed – well cackled – for the first time since that demoralizing conversation earlier that day and asked, “And how would you know that?”“You’re always printing… quite boldly might I add.” She smiled and then dimmed her eyes until they were slits, and she released a chortle. “Let’s prove her wrong.”“What do you mean?”“She said you ain’t packing.