After all, he had patiently explained time after time, REAL fishermen tied their own flies. REAL fisherman knew what the fish really wanted better tha... any mass-production factory.She hated fish.However, as much as she hated fish, she loved her husband. She'd entertained passing thoughts of illicit summer affairs and hot, passionate sexual encounters while her husband blissfully floated his raft down the Russian River. She'd dreamed of chasing her own form of "spawning red." She sighed. It. We have had breakfast as if nothing is going to happen. Immediately after clearing away the dishes I order my new wife to sit on a breakfast stool. I strip and take a seat in an easy chair opposite her. Using my hands I signal for her to open her legs; wide. Her short night T-shirt is pulled tight causing it to slip higher, showing her ‘virgin schoolgirl’s’ pussy. After a sort time I demand that she strips her T-shirt off. Still seated I marvel at my good fortune in marrying such a stunning. The window fell open. She gripped either side of the window and ripped it off of the rusty hinges and dropped it to the ground. She eased herself onto her belly and climbed through the frame and into the basement. She felt around in the darkness, sliding onto the floor, crawling on her knees, lifting as she brushed the crushed glass and wet dirt from her body. She unzipped the front of her bodysuit, and pulled a penlight from between her creamy breasts. The light flickered on and she scanned. ”“Oh err, I don’t think ….. “But it was too late, my top quickly opened enough for my tits to be bared and I was unscrewing my left sleeper. The man stopped trying to protest and just stared as I continued swapping and connecting the chain. It only took a couple of minutes before the chain was connected at both ends and hanging down just below my tits.“That looks good Jade, how does it feel?”“Okay, the weight doesn’t pull down like I thought it might.”“Try swinging your tits about to see it it.