.. I feel completely overwhelmed. He stops kissing me for a second and I catch my breath. The bulge in his pants still pressing against me, he reache...s for something above me. He is now pinning my arms above me with one hand, and with the other he slowly strokes my skin, starting in my neck, slowly moving down to my breast. With an incredibly light touch, he teases my nipple. I tremble. His face still close to me, he looks me in the eye.“Do you trust me?” he asks softly. My brain is too. My float dived down and once hooked I felt the strong telltale pull,of a hungry walleye, then the sensation that it may have come off though minutes later a shiny walleye joined the perch on our metal stringer. By 11:30 between the two of us we had six fat walleyes, five nice perch, two largemouth bass and an eleven pound northern pike that fancied a tiny perch that took my line. As if someone turned off a switch the fish stopped feeding, the sun broke through and the temperatures began to. We went a little way past them, and lay down in the sand. I had a sweatshirt I spread out to keep the sand out of our activities. In about two seconds Ginger had pulled her top down and her skirt up. I ditched my jeans, and sank into her.“We got up a good rhythm. For ten minutes, we fucked and even matched what we could see the other couple was doing not too far from us. They could see us, too, I guess. Shit, we were both right on the edge and I was humping into her missionary style like. Helping clear up normally sucks but hey i was still after me aunt. everyone had left ,passed out or gone to bed.the place was a tip.so super nephew started clearing up.aunt said leave it but its harder in the morning. (she was right ,she always is but thats for later) we started to clear things away when bridge over trouble water was on the stereo(thats how old we were)she suggested we dance.so i agreed .well that slow dance was everything.whether it was the drink ,night or me.i guess it was.