“Where should I cut honey?” she asked Tim.“Cut her bra between her tits.”Alison nervously approached and sliced the lacy red bra. It snapped o...en revealing Cheryl's breasts. Alison blushed at the site, but the group went wild. After five more hands it was over. Cheryl was nude.“I gotta piss.” Mike crudely announced. Everyone took a break. Duncan checked on his wife.“You okay honey?”“It hurts.” came the muffled reply.“I know, but you need to be punished. Think about it this way. This is better. . “You did pretty good for your first try at fishing, Carlie,” Mizz Bekka said. “I wasn’t sure if you’d like it.”“Why wouldn’t I?”“So many young people are thinking it’s cruel and heartless...”“I know some of those people, Mizz Bekka. They can feel all haughty about it while they’re eating hamburgers, and even the vegan ones, they haven’t a clue. Bob just gave me a little bit of exposure to how the food chain works.”That evening we dined on fish I caught. Baked, with herbs, lemon, an. Like a stud, he just came up to the girl and put his arm around her waist. Her excited body was pressed against his rippled body tightly. ?I’m Paul. What’s your name, sexy?? the man asked in a sweet manner. ?I’m Cl?? the girl started but she was interrupted. When her mouth opened to answer, Paul swiftly pressed his mouth against hers. Clair didn’t mind it at all. At first it was like just touching her lips. The man playfully sucked her lower lip in, warming the girl up. It was too much. We kissed a bit and talked a bit more. As I parked by her gate, I told her I had a really good time and would like to do it again. She agreed. I was away on a sales trip for the rest of that week, so I made a date for the Saturday night. She liked to go dancing and as an exiled Scot in England I was a member of the local Scottish society and it was holding a Ceilidh that night and I suggested we go there.Their dances were a mixture of Scottish reels, and Jigs, barn dances and what we called old.