” The front screen door opened and slammed shut when Brad and Barb walked in and announced that they were done and told Jake that canoe number six g...t its bottom scratched up pretty bad.“I will take a look at it in the morning. Go get washed up. Mary has supper ready. And tell Barb to hurry up. We still have a few things to get done before we hang it up for the evening.”Hanging it up for the evening’ meant making sure all the canoes were back by 8:00 pm and getting them undercover for the. She lay down on him, lifting her knees off the bed and lying completely on top of him. His hands went to her hips to steady her. She rocked forward and then back. They were in the perfect position for his spike to be fully in her, with no strain at all.He helped her rock as her lips sought his for warm, wet kisses."I could do this all night long," she said into his mouth."I have all night," he offered, agreeably."I really do love you," she breathed, rocking faster."I'm learning what that. Whispering gently, I told her to relax her muscles, then started circling the hole, fucking it with my thumbs. When I had her stretched enough to start pushing my dick inside, I told her to take a deep breath and hold it, until I told her to release it slowly. Holding her ass open with my thumbs, I aimed my stiff cock towards it, barely pushing the head inside. I rubbed the wet, oozing tip around her hole, pushing inside deeper, as she started to become accustomed to my huge cock penetrating. Marsha was eighteen now and she was all grown up with respect to the “getting laid” department. She was a snickering graduate of that interesting course of instruction and didn’t need any pointers from me about the facts of life. I didn’t know if she had a full time boyfriend, because she was a secretive bitch, all things considered. Still, she packed her tight boy jeans with her special brand of teenaged nubile female goodies and seemed to attract feverish attention from usually passive old.