Drool dripped from her snarling lips; her fingers curled like claws. She moved less like a woman running on the beach and more like a big carnivore ch...asing its dinner.Melanie felt her feet strike a partially filled in hole in the beach and her feet went out from under her.Her left arm swept out to keep her balance, the sandals flew from her grasp and a yelp of surprised pain told her where’d they’d gone. Melanie dropped to the ground and rolled into a forward roll. This pulled her foot out of. It was so tight it hurt her a little. I pushed it in and she started to ride it until she gushed with her first orgasm. She relaxed a little and I was able to get a second finger in her pussy. Now she was in ecstasy. She was pushing in and out on my hand. She was getting wetter with each thrust. She reached down and grabbed my cock to see if it was still hard. She stroked it a bit to keep it hard. She was trying to guide it to the entrance of her pussy. I kept pulling away. She was whimpering. It was well over two feet long and its body was thick. I slipped the net under its head and pulled the nine pound six ounce fish into the boat. It was the biggest flounder I’d ever caught.“You must be good luck, Charlie. This is my biggest ever. Wait until Jennie sees this.” I backed the hook out of its jaw and carefully lifted the fish into the live well. It flopped wildly, but there was no escaping the deep well. I moved the boat out to the waterway to repeat the drift and we continued. The moment I entered her house, I was in for a ‘sexsational’ shock. I had always seen her dressed in a saree only, so imagine my surprise when I saw her opening the door, dressed in a skimpy frock,that barely reached halfway to her knees, giving me a clear view of her pure white Thunder Thighs.The frock was a sleeveless one, and clung to the top part of her body tightly,clearly revealing the shape of her big torpedo like breasts. From the waist down, the short skirt of the frock flared out.My.