" With that she dashed out the door.Marge said, "Mary thinks you are wonderful, and from what she says and I see, you seem a very nice chap. I wish th...at my family were as nice." She looked down at the floor and the tears were dripping on the floor as she had lent forward on her forearm, which was on the table."Marge what was your trouble," I asked her."I was brought over here as a bride, but the dowry my family paid was not enough. The household of my husband treated me as a slave, all the men. It meant she had an ample cleavage, and an arse I could have spent all night squeezing. She had red hair, which I found out for a fact was natural during the course of the evening! She was 8 years older, but neither of us had had much experience of our mutual fetish, and both needed to encourage each other. Watersports requires being able to drink a lot and hold on, and so we spent a few hours in the bar drinking beers, coffee and water. Chatting away, I found out that she had a wicked sense of. "Damned town must not have cellularservice," I muttered, throwing the useless phone onto the cot thatpassed for a bed in the cell."I thought everybody had cell coverage," Cal remarked. "My uncle livesin a little burg over in Missouri that can't be a third the size of thisone and he's got cell coverage." Shame we didn't get jailed there," Jake snorted.So the long and short of it was that we had nothing we could do butwait.It was a pretty boring evening. About the only bright spot in ourevening. .. perfect again! The only thing that could have been better would have been to have a big, carefully sculpted cucumber in my ass (god, I love cumming while I'm geting fucked!), but this was ten years prior to the similar Friday night session in 1996 with the xxx tapes that awakened the long-slumbering feminine side of my smouldering bisexuality! I lay on my left side and began to fuck the hole in the watermelon -- it was so very, very much like fucking a woman! -- but I had only my own.