A few times when Brad checked the bait at the end of his fishing line he saw that it was gone. He re-baited and finally did catch one nice size rainbo... which he kept for dinner.He was thinking about his lack of fishing success. One of the thoughts he had was that his fishing line was not the right size and he should replace the line with lighter four pound test line to see if that helped. The other thought he had was if he was fishing where the fish were. To resolve that doubt he would look on. As a large dollop of lubricant escaped the engorged head, she easily spread it the entire length of my prick. Her delicate touch suddenly becoming a tight grip as the lubricant allowed her to speed up her stroking with the reduced friction. It started feeling more like fucking than a hand job as her fingers wrapped tighter, her left hand now coming up to cradle and then gently tug on my balls. She was a pro at this, probably from doing it the last twenty years with my father."You know honey,. I had just about reached my climax when he suddenly stopped and pulled back, "Let's get more comfortable" he said as he moved back and stood up. He reached down and pulled me up to him and after we kissed again, I led him into our bedroom and watched as he undressed. When he took his shorts off my heart skipped a beat. There was that beautiful hard, big cock of his pointing straight out and as I climbed onto the bed he moved over to the edge in front of me. "Oh fuck Ken" I said aloud "How I've. She pauses and sets her bag down reaches in and gets a smoke lights it and goes to a pool table. She walks to the end and slowly bends over and starts racking the balls, her ass peeking from her skirt. One of the guys close to me says, "she could rack my balls any day." She grabs a stick and starts to chalk the tip and blows softly on the tip smiling the whole time. She then walks to the other end of the table and leans over with the cue to line up her shot, as she leans she spreads her legs.