I live in Montana where we fish for cutthroat trout. The brookies, browns, and rainbows are great around here.”“Kelly and I went to a lake where t...hey were ice fishing. It looks like fun to me,” I said.“It is if you can stand the cold. I enjoy it if the weather is good, but not when it’s cold and blowing,” Rob said.The more we talked, the more excited I became about the prospect of fishing. Rob and Alex took turns, telling me about some of the fishing trips they’d taken close to Marquette. Kelly. I slave away in the hot sun or in a hot barn and driving horses and cows to provide for you and I and I cannot even come in to a clean house or a mere meal on the table. You must be punished. She looked up more annoyed making me angry, But John, your not my father. What I am to get ? My town privileges gone another week? I bit my lip, shuffling my boots under the table and then stood up taking her by the arm and pulling her to my bedroom. I grabbed the old paddle off the wall and slung her. I moaned a little, pleasure surging through my body as I felt myself being dragged from my initial sleepiness. His lips were at my ear, licking and nibbling. His heavy breathing sent shivers through me and I couldn't take it any more, I turned towards him and opened my eyes, a broad grin on my face that matched his. "Hey beautiful, does that feel good?" he continued gently rolling my nipples, chuckling at my gasp when he suddenly pinched down on them. I moaned appreciatively, a lazy smile. “Yes. At least a small part of it,” Sandra answered with a sudden blush that gave her face a rosy complexion. “You know I’ve never wanted to try and swallow cum, but at that moment, it came without warning and I just gave in to the first reflex, which was to swallow. I hope you’re not mad about that…”“No, I’m not, darling,” Frank put his wife at ease. “If you enjoyed it, it’s totally fine with me.”In his wife’s face Frank could see the relief his answer brought to her. A slightly sheepish grin.