Alice squirted some of the suntan oil on her hands and rubbed her hands together, warming the oil up. Next she straddled his back and started with one...of her slow, tender massages. John must have felt her damp pussy lips on his back, but he never commented on it and just enjoyed the sensations she was giving him.When she reached his ass, she slid one oiled finger through his ass cheeks, softly massaging his puckered asshole. John seemed to like it and, as he moaned softly, Alice carefully. ‬When it came to dealing with catfish and large fish hooks, ‬I had a feeling the ski gloves were going to be a problem.‬They were supposed to turn water, ‬but I found they were just water resistant which is a far cry from water proof.‭Cry might be the operative word after an hour with wet hands when the temperature is close to freezing.‬I had to be pretty sure there was a fish or a hook without bait before I pulled up the line.‬Uncle Keith had bought the classic kayak.‬It had previsions for the. You pause to kiss and suck on each of my nipples until they are hard like pebbles.You make your way to my skirt, slowly pulling it down. When it drops to the floor you stare for a moment, realizing I have no panties on and my pussy lips are glistening wet with my juices.You can't wait and you dive in hungrily, sucking at my pussy lips and darting your tongue in and out of my pussy. My hands tangle in your hair and I push you deeper between my legs. Your fingers find and drum on my clit and my. This, alone, was worth the trip, and they spent most of their time salvaging it. Once that was loaded on the carts, there was little room for anything else, so they stripped the cutter's galley and armory and hurried home. They did take time to bury the few human bones that they could find before they left, but it was impossible to identify any individual people.When they got home, John immediately started planning for another trip. There were just too many goodies on the cutter to stop before.