“Let’s make this at least look like we’re fishing, Boris. I’ll show you how to tie on a lure and cast it.”Jake put Boris’s rod into order,...explaining what he was doing. Then he demonstrated how to cast the lure and reel it in.“But what do I do when I catch a fish?”“I don’t really know. I’ve never actually caught one. All I know is that you’re supposed to bring it in and take the hook out of its mouth. We’ll deal with that in the unlikely event that it occurs.”Jake handed the pole to Boris and. He studied me for a few seconds, concern on his face as he observed my heaving breasts and swollen nipples and my ecstatic yet needy face above them. Suddenly a grin broke out on his face and Scotty lifted himself up and moved up and onto me, unmindful of kissing me with his pussy juice covered mouth.I groaned against his lips, thrilled with the naughty knowledge that this was my own son French kissing me and sharing the taste of my own pussy with me. Scotty showered me with kisses, pausing. ‘You’re down on yer luck, why don’t ya come with me and see if I can get ya a job. We be moving shipment around. Pay’s good and I heard we get to play with the merchandise.’ ‘How’s that?’ Nathan put a dazed look into his eyes and took another drink. ‘What sort of merchandise?’ The man smiled almost gleefully, his arm hooking over Nathan’s shoulder in camaraderie. ‘Women.’ ‘Pshaw!’ Nathan chuckled. ‘Yer be fantasin’ about women too much. No man has women as cargo.’ ‘Bergs does, I swear upon me. Still, that's getting ahead of the story.It all began over four years ago... It was a warm night, and the missus and I had just finished watching the last good show for the day on TV. I sighed as I turned off the box - back to sleep. The thing is, there was nothing to look forward to for me as far as the bedroom was concerned; after our sixth kid had been born, my wife Bertha had cut me down to once a month. Now I am by no means young, but all the work on farm does keep me fit and trim. I need.