I always came with a teacher friend of mine. We already had bought our airplane tickets and for this party. She called me two days ago and said she co...ldn't make it but I could have her ticket to give to a friend." Ok, so you've been here before; so who came with you?" Marge," she said. I know I looked really dumbfounded."I guess that answers the question if she fucks around," I said."No Joe, you've got it all wrong. It's not like that at all. Marge has been in the dumps for two months now. She liked to wear form fitting, snug sundresses and short, free flowing skirts to work, always in high heels and always without nylons or stockings of any kind. She had thick, brunette shoulder length hair but colored it black. Her hair was straight, and when she tossed it from her face, you would be treated to her sparkling facial features. Her black hair was a truly sexy contrast to her pale, white skin and piercing light blue eyes. The high heels she wore, truly defined her smooth,. While I was in the back of the shop I took off my tank top and walked back to the front. She continued the conversation, as I got harder and harder. I was grabbing my cock as she was talking in front of me. I walked back to the rear of the shop again and I was stiff and throbbing hard by the time I got there because I knew I was going to get naked in front of her. I took off my shorts and returned to the front. I stood there as she began to speak again, and I grasped my cock and began to. My fish struggled against the sudden resistance. Finally, he began to tire and I was able to reel him up close to the bank where you waited with the net. You released him from the hook and held him up so I could see."Four pounds if he's an ounce," you proclaimed approvingly and I swelled with pride. "The biggest of the trip so far."And he tasted delightful, too, lightly battered and fried in butter. The trout was so big it didn't fit your frying pan, so we cooked it on the cast iron griddle.