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Midweek Sport - - THURSDAY OCTOBER 4 -

I WAS in­spired to write by a re­cent let­ter in the Agony pages. It was about a fish­ing groupie – and I thought I was the only one!

I’m a di­vorced 43-year-old red­head with a 32DD bust and I love watch­ing men pit their wits against fish.

I’ve fid­dled with many fish­er­man’s “tackle” on the river­bank. And al­though they may use mag­gots to catch the fish, I’ve never met an an­gler with one down his trousers.

My “prize catch” came at a com­pe­ti­tion a month or so back.

I watched all day as the men stood proud with their rods in hand and felt my­self get­ting wet when one of them reeled in a mas­sive 9lb trout.

So I slipped out of my knick­ers and told the fish­er­man who’d landed the trout to have a feel of my pussy.

He did just that and then bent me over his tackle box and boned me.

His cock must have been nine inches and it al­most split me in two.

I saw him again last week but he didn’t rise to the bait. Any ideas?

Ste­vie says:

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