As I come back to the table, Edward opens my hands and takes my soaked sexy thong. Edward lays my panties on the table as the waiter brings our food o...t. The waiter sees the panties and smiles. We start eating, barely saying a word. Edward's fingers are between my legs again. Edward's middle and ring fingers open my wet lips and slide inside of me. My pussy is so wet. I softly moan as Edward is fingering me and rubbing my clitoris. My eyes are closed, and I spread my legs wider as Edward works. Cunts in packs…fuckin’ wolves. Then the dirty girl comes in. He has of course picked the table which allows him to watch the door. He is one of the customers that waitresses hate, the kind that seats himself regardless of any lineup, and always picks the dirty table in the section full of clean ones. He watches her come in and his radar goes haywire. She must be loaded, bitch is loaded…look how dirty she is, she can barely walk…she looks terrified…. A terrible, but scarily inviting, thought. As each person answered, Angel seemed to get more and more conflicted.When it was her turn, she looked squarely at Lena and apparently asked amental question. Lena, in turn, looked around the room for a moment, thennodded slightly as she apparently answered. "I didn't have one, per se," Angel began, somewhat nervously, "but I didhave something similar." She took a breath, looked around, and continued."What I said before, about my first one catching me by surprise after Imorfed, was true. What I. Tuesday Week 6In the morning, before breakfast, Dave and Jill decided to throw a line in while Peter had another surf. Dave had a second smaller rod, so he lent that to Jill to try.First, he showed her how to join a piece of nylon fishing line about 60 centimetres long to the braided line already on the reel, using a double uni knot. He explained that when fishing with soft plastics, such as Squidgies, braided line was needed to be able to feel the fish taking the lure, but that for the last.