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  • I set up my fishing gear, the line baited with ragworm and left the rod on its telescopic tripod. Dawn spread our blanket and broke out a couple of beers. What could be better? Well, one thing could and that was Dawn covering me with suntan lotion. She covered all the usual places before she pulled my bikini bottoms off. She’d had her fun last night, now it was my turn. She told me to stay on my stomach as she played with my ass cheeks, loads of lotion massaged into my crevice and spread over my pussy lips. She pushed my legs wide apart as she knelt between them before her fingers were delving inside my now drooling hole. I went to turn over but she slapped my ass, “Stay where you are and relax, lover.” That was easier said than done, I mean, how can you relax with three fingers wanking your pussy? Her other hand was dragging a cheek to one side, then her lips kissed my rear hole. Her tongue came out to lick and tickle. I reached a hand under my body until amateur my fingers got hold of my clit, if you’ve read of some of my earlier escapades then babe you’ll already know that I have a rather ass large clit, so yes, my fingers can get hold of it. I pulled it brunette and rubbed hard as she wanked me. The warning bell on the fishing rod was tinkling but I was past caring, the bell rang louder, so did my pussy as I peaked, the climax lifting me to a wonderful orgasm. “Do you wanna go and get that sweetheart?” I suggested, “I don’t think I can for a minute or two.” I felt her leave, then I heard the bell stop japanese ringing when she removed it from the rod. The next second she was yelling, “What do I do Dina? It’s bloody huge, I can’t hold it, I think the rod’s going to break.” I forced myself up, reality then went and took the rod, sure enough, it was bent in a huge arc. I released the brake, something I had forgotten to set properly after I had cast out. I was probably just in time, the line would have snapped if I hadn’t given the fish a little slack. Ten minutes later and I had landed my record bass, at least eight pounds, I’d never had one much over two pounds before. Her moans mixed with his, and the sound of her wetness filled the room. “Holden, we’re never gonna ass get amateur away with this now,” Maxynn said, sadly. While he called me his “sexy, little breeding mare”, Daddy jizzed in me. “Hello, welcome to the McCall. “How else,” she continued, “can the audience know brunette that you are actually crying and not just yelling in pleasure?” He sat back in his chair, the slight gem of a plan glimmering in his mind. "Ask?" That gesture of her helped me get out of the nervousness reality and japanese embarrassment I was feeling at that time. I had just gone through such an examination the past week and a few new wrinkles had been added which gave me a clue that I might be under consideration for a teaching spot in one of the sexuality classes. I walked out to the pool feeling naked with this little scrap of material covering, more like squashing, my junk. I sank down on my chair. “How long has she been dead?” I ask. I was really aroused by it and took another look. Her hand stroked me as the bead of her pussy cream dribbling down her shaft reached my lips. I'd known for a while that I had strong feelings for all of them, but now it struck me how much I truly loved them. “Dakota, would you mind if I ask you a personal question?” I ask, really knowing the answer before I ask. I too, feel my orgasm approaching as I lift her of the bed while fucking her as deep as I can. Shivers ran up and down my Cyndi was enjoying playing with his juices. Fay fidgeted with her fingers, not meeting Bryan’s gaze. “I intend to put them back in their wrapping, and bid you good day, Mrs. Jenkins,” I replied quietly, barely restraining the contempt in my voice. She reveled in the feelings coursing through her young babe body.