Her legs have shifted over my legs. She is straddling me, lying on top of me. Her body pressed against mine. Only our clothes keep us chaste. I want t...o tell her I love her, that I have loved her for months, all my life. I want to tell her about being in her bedroom, touching her underwear. No secrets. I say nothing because we are kissing and kissing.She pulls off her top. Just her bra remains. I look at her tatas, then her face.She breaks off, “Are you ok with this? I mean...”I nod my head. It had been too much to expect that the man wouldn't work out who was holding him. He pretended not to notice, and continued with his questioning. "What do you think of the California policy?" I'm British, not Californian. California's policy is up to Californians to decide. None of my business." Is that what you told Morgan?" Pretty much." Tony didn't want to get too far into that area until he was more certain of his situation."What about the British policy?"Tony thought carefully. Was he. When I got back into the bedroom you’d flopped face first onto our bed and his amazingly hard cock was poking through his open flies and heading for your pussy. You flinched a little as you felt him against you, you’d not even seen his cock yet nor touched it but there he was slowly edging inside you. He was undressing as he pushed against your pussy, I could see everything from the doorway and I was slowly wanking my hard cock. He was slightly bigger than me as he edged inside you, as he. Tara actually lost a Lake Trout that wouldn't fit through the hole. Grif peeled off his coveralls, removed his shirt after taking a digital photo of the big head at the bottom of the hole, and reached down into the icy water with his forceps to unhook it. He debated on breaking it off, but didn't want to take the chance of the magnificent fish getting the hooks through both jaws and starving to death. Tara quickly dried him off afterwards and helped him back into his coveralls.On the way back.