A little fishing was always a delight. Paddling under another shaded area along the shoreline of the bluffs. Slowing up against a log to take a short ...ause in the cool shade. Numchuck’s black coat had to be hot but we were making our way back from a morning run up river and the sun sprang up, a bit on the hot side. The crashing, banging noise got my attention as I turned around and Glen was banging the paddle against the log with full force. Raising it over his head and bringing it down with a. We remained together for a time before she pulled away, taking my breath with her. "You like me," she whispered, "right?" You're just a slutty version of an actress I wanna fuck. I'll never actually have her, so my mind created you instead," I said slowly, still trying to catch my breath and longing, despite myself, to kiss her again.A smile of triumph crossed those lips I desired so. "Exactly," she said, "Your mind created me and last time I checked, you're pretty much in control here.". "My God Beecher," the crewman croaked. "Is it you? How come you're alive? Where did you come from?"Zack ignored the man's question and asked instead. "Do you know how many pirates are on board right now?"The crewman looked at Zack for a moment and finally responded, "All we've seen today is Garth. Garth is a giant." I know. I've already met Garth, and I don't think he'll be a problem for a while. Can you stand?" Zack watched as the crew member with great difficulty pulled his body off the deck. She slid her tongue out to find mine and we french kissed. I missed her ... So. So. Much. I grabbed her ass and she let out the cutest moan out of surprise but she wouldn't stop kissing me. My pussy was wet and my clit was on fire. She knew that. She let her hand follow gravity and her fingers gently but with confidence pressed against my wet pussy. I moaned and kissed her like never before. She smiled, proud to know she can give me such pleasure. My hand slid down her ass cheeks to her pussy.