The one I caught was not by any means the biggest of the species by no means but it was indeed pretty big around in size at the head and fairly long a... well in fact it all but would fit in the bucket it was that long. So back base camp we were and I loaded all my gear and clothes into my pickup got that 5 gallon bucket with that swamp eel in it put in the back of the pickup and secured it so it would not turn over or slide around back there and put a lid on it with holes I cut out. The lounge door was ajar and through the gap he was confronted with the profile of Tom's arse bobbing up and down on the sofa. He was on top of his sister, and she too was as naked as the day she was born. Greg put his hand into his fly and fished out his hardening little prick. He'd seen his Mum and Dad at it, of course, and the sight of his sister with her panties down was a pretty regular occurrence, but he had simply never see her getting the full works! She had her eyes closed and was. Oh my goodness. I walk over to the neighboring oranges, and select my own to fondle, trying to catch his attention. I pretend they are his balls. A few moans escape my mouth, unheard through the mask. My clit awakens again as I fantasize about my fellow shopper. Our eyes finally lock. I flutter my lashes at him. Inching closer to where our shoulders almost touch, I crave to be the grapefruit he fondles. He says something I can't quite understand, his words muffled by his mask.I lean in. "...fine, I'll lick your feet. But I will not beg you to let me do it." Nicole quickly sat up, her face inches from mine. I could feel her nails as she drug them up my legs stopping at my thighs. "Somehow, you still don't understand what position you are in here." Her nails started slowly digging into my skin. I let out a little whimper in pain. "I own you. You don't talk back, you don't question me, you don't fucking take a piss without my permission. I will ask you one more time, do you.