Like... you wanted to go over to that guy's house for Thanksgiving," she said resentfully. "You made me go and I'd already promised Mom and Dad we wou...d be there and I had to call and tell them we were going somewhere else." No, I didn't," Steve shot back. "Don't you remember? We agreed we'd already spent three Thanksgivings in a row at your Mom's, right? We decided it would be good to do something different... maybe have Thanksgiving dinner somewhere else and go over to your Mom's afterward to. All you had to do was provide the fish and they would fry it up for you. Paul went with Phil and Greg to show them how to clean the walleye they’d caught.Talk about a perfect lunch. Freshly caught fish served with fried potatoes and onions. Of course, if you had this for any length of time, your arteries would clog up, but dump stuff into hot oil and get it crispy ... yum.I even joined everyone in drinking a beer.The wind picked up, so we took the afternoon off to kick back and relax, or that. The gentleman looked presentable once more, and he stood motionless for a while as he looked me up and down, deciding whether or not he wanted to engage in some illicit toilet sex. A small grin crossed his lips as he nodded towards me and invited me into his 'office'. I locked the door behind us and proceeded to unbutton my jeans and pulled my trousers to the floor, my young cock rapidly becoming engorged, despite the almost Arctic temperature. My companion brought his hand out and gently. While I was watching the others, red ginger had evidently overcome green black. Instead of standing up, red ginger rolled up onto her knees and lowered her butt down to her legs. She was thus ready for green brown when she rushed into the ring.Red ginger was waiting for green brown’s onslaught and used green’s momentum to flip her into the oil. There was a large wave of oil that splashed over the sides of the ring as green brown landed face first in the oil. Red ginger was on her back in no.