This fish was a lot stronger than me! I was fighting this thing for at least 10 minutes, and Zack was holding on to me the whole time. He was so close...to me that my ass was rubbing against his member the whole time. It was after that first 10 minutes that I felt that he was getting hard. I acted like I didn't feel it though! I wanted to land this fish more than anything! When it was about 20 yards from the boat, it broke off! I didn't bow to the king! (For those of you who don't fish, bowing to. The regenerative powers of my species are as phenomenal as their abilities to track their prey.I found myself in town by eleven that evening. It was still to late to catch any business open and the only motel was a seedy place long past its prime. The Seven Oaks Lodge was nothing more than a flophouse for transients. The desk clerk was asleep behind the counter when I stepped into the lobby.The dank little room assaulted my sensitive nose as soon as I opened the door. It reeked of too many. " He smiled at me.Fondly? Quiet heart. That way lies despair."I'm floundering. I'm sorry. I'm making things worse. Come on. Can you walk? Let's go somewhere warm. You're shivering and you don't look very special." He looked round. "We're not far from my house. We could go there."Forever, please and never leave you. Get a grip. This is your life and love you're fighting for. Don't think about it without him. If only I didn't feel so ill.I followed him silently, through the gate, up the path,. The hands slowly take her hands into his, and raise her hands up above her head. He pushes her hands together once in the air, and lays the against the tree so that her back is facing the tree. Leaving her hands on the tree, he brushes his fingers down the inside of her arms, making her knees quiver with excitement. She is now anticipating what will happen, dreaming of what she wants to happen, and silently begging for everything to happen. The strong hands slide under her tank top, running one.