Her wrinkled stinkhole was firmly clenched, so much could barely fit the pinky in there without lube. Of course, I always carry lube with me in my tra...els with Mervyn. I put some drops of the oily substance on the tip of my fingers and proceeded to circle them, gently, on her entrance. She was gasping, moaning. Pretending she had never been fingered in the backdoor before. Pretending pure innocence. It took some time of massaging until my fingers slid into her, her hole widening to let me in,. “Hgghh...”“Oh, no! Are you sick?”I cleared my throat and spoke more normally. “No. Just sleeping. And thirsty!”“Thought you’d be out on the river early!”I sat up, clearing my head. I could hear my mom poking around our gear. For a moment, my heart leapt. Then I remembered that we’d cleaned the camp of any incriminating evidence the night before. Well, hopefully we had; everything was still fuzzy.“I’ll get breakfast going,” she called out. “Eggs okay?”“Sure.”“Any fish left?”“No, we ate them. Right up St Trinian's alley.My inseminator was a middle-aged man who owned a string of sex shops, and he confessed that watching me in the pub gave him a boner, because I looked so young and he had always yearned to shag a schoolgirl.'Could have shagged me', I told him, I had been sexually active since I was twelve, in fact, my first encounter was with a flasher in the park I used to cut through on the way to school. He was completely naked and jacking like crazy as I approached, we were. Even the outside of her body felt just as good as the inside. He couldn’t imagine a better view than what he could see in front of him right there; he looked down to see her move her hips over his, saw her tight stomach pull in and out as if she was dancing, looked at her breasts with water trickling down. He followed the trail of water with his warm tongue; he kissed over her body, the water making it even hotter. He slid his tongue over each breast and felt how hard her nipples were. His.