She was jolted from her thoughts by his voice. She looked around and saw him at the wheel, turned in the seat so that he could look over the stern and... watch the baits swim.His finger came up, stubby and thick, pointing. His whiskery face split with a big grin and a command for her to pay attention. She heard or felt the line as it was jerked from the clothespin at the end of the outrigger.She whipped her head back just in time to see a white roiling of the water, and then there was a powerful. Abbot clutched his chest and sank to his knees. Ray pushed Michele Bouvier towards Abbot."Get the fat bastard into the washroom and clean him up; fast!" he ordered."Me!!!" Michele responded indignantly."Yes you; you fat cunt!" Ray replied.Michele didn't know what was more insulting: being called fat or being ordered to help clean up Abbot Balfour's shitty ass. Fat! She was large framed yes; but well proportioned, not fat!She screwed up her face and breathed through her mouth as she helped Abbot. As they came running into view, all of the giggling cheerleadersbounced, waving their big pom-poms, breasts popping free everywhere.Missy moaned softly as she watched the big sexy boys come towards her.She suddenly saw that all of the key players were the nerdy guys thatMark had used to pick on - only now they were built like Greek gods. But Missy was unsurprised - her thoughts were elsewhere.She felt herself melt at the sight of the captain's rugged face andboyish grin. Her mind exploded,. What little amount of skirt that covered her middle on any given day had been forced up, concertina-like at her belly.Oh how I longed to climb all the way under the desk, to spring up and kiss and lick her inner thighs, to nuzzle at the skin, sinking my teeth in and sending her into an even greater frenzy of lust than she was already in. It was all fantasy of course but what a fantasy and now my eyes could see what previously they'd been denied I was in rapture. "Ohhhhhhhhhh," she growled, that.