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Koo Garr Meets Her Next Boy Toy
Inspired by “Men Writing Women”
Koo Garr had known many men in her life. Their varied body parts traveled through her mind like her hand-tied trout fly floated on the Gallatin River. First, she pictured the massive chest with its button-like brown nipples inviting her nibbling teeth. Then the tight, toned rear of her favorite ballet dancer. And finally, Koo pictured the hundreds of large, tumescent members of her many lovers bobbling merrily down the stream.
And then she caught a fish!
As she knelt by the stream gutting the five-pound beauty, Koo was startled by the scent of man’s cologne and a deep-throated “Ahem!”
She looked up to see a pair of trout fishing waders which ended in an inviting “V” shape and bulging crotch that not even heavy rubber could conceal.
“I was fishing here,” said the unexpected male intruder.
He wore no shirt under his waders, exposing ample expanses of well-groomed manscaped male chest rippling invitingly around a pair of perky man nipples.
“Good for you,” she said. “I’m fishing here now.”
He gnashed his powerful white teeth in frustration. The poor thing seemed to have no idea of what else to say or do. Koo merely smiled: it was so funny when they got angry.
