His hands rub my arm in a soothing motion as I hang on to him as tight as I can. One of my legs is thrown accross him while he holds it, rubbing it up...to my waist and butt. I giggle and bury my head in between his neck and shoulder. There was still tension in between us but that didn't mean that we couldn't have fun. He gently taps one of my ass cheeks. It makes me giggle genuinely. "Ha ha! Harder," I dare him. He gently squeezes it and hits it a bit harder, making me moan as I slightly. My lustful thoughts were uncontrollable when Isaw that she was wearing a blouse with no bra under itand that the skirt was a split, wrap-around whichended about 2-inches above her knees. After a couple of sips on my drink, I asked her tocome to where I was sitting. She stood before me, andI looked into her eyes for a very long minute. Then,she reached to the edges of the skirt and opened itback. There was nothing to interfere with the sight ofher pussy peeking from the bush that surrounded it.. WELL THAT WAS ENOUGH FOR ME I WAS SITTING WAITING FOR HER AT 2.30 SO I WASNT LATE AND SURE ENOUGH BANG ON 3 THERE SHE WAS SEXY LIPS MY COCK WAS TWITCHING JUST LOOKING AT HER SOFT LIPS WONDERING WOT SHE WAS GOING TO DO WITH THEM (AS IF I DIDNT KNOW) WELL DROPPED HER PISSED PALS OFF AND SHE TOLD ME WHERE SHE LIVED IT WAS ABOUT ANOTHER 10 MINS AWAY BEST WAY TO GO IS LIKE BACK ROADS (COUNTRY ROADS) WE WERE HARDLY AWY FROM HER PALS HOUSE WHEN SHE STARTED RUBBING MY COCK IT DIDNT TAKE LONG TO GROW TO. The only thing that she was interested in was pike fishing. That was odd, because she came from Burlington. There was plenty of pike in Lake Champaign. She had no reason to drive herself to our place. Luc wasn't sure, but thought that she was divorced. She had a son, who only came with her on one trip. He hated spending time on the lake, so she never brought him back with her. She was a great tipper and it appeared that she was Luc's favorite guest.Pike fishing was an unusual choice for a.