The very next morning I watched her ride up to the river's edge. I stood on the other shore, a river's width away from her. In other distance being me...sured, social distance, life's station difference, we were separated by a chasm too formidable to bridge or ford. There was no ferry capable of transporting either of us such a far distance. I shoved off from my side, pulling steadily over to hers. Once again, she had gotten down from her mount, and tied him to that same overhanging branch.. She instructed me and I went right to it. I was fingering my mom and liking it. She began to moan and held my wrist tight with both hands. She use my fingers as a dick in her. I was masturbating my own mom. “That’s it Johnny…that’s it baby…oooo….you got it….this turns you on, doesn’t it. You wish it was your boner in me, don’t you…you can say it, tell me how bad you want to have sex with me…..say it.” I told her what she wanted to hear. I got to listen and watch my own mom orgasm with my. He kept cautioning himself. He couldn't be certain, but he thought the girl might have seen him yesterday at the beach. He didn't want to spook her. This woman was special. She had real potential.Phelps well understood; even a woman with this one's star quality wasn't "on" all the time. He needed to handle her with care. He would be certain that she wouldn't see him again -- not until he judged her to be ready.The van continued down the main highway, southeast toward the sea, for another twelve. After a nice flight across the Pacific, where all the hosties looked after me because I was a schoolboy travelling on his own, I was met by a man from the Education department who helped me with all the paperwork, currency exchange and who took me across town to the bus station. As soon as I was on the bus the guy waved and left so I was alone for the trip to my new home. When it came time to leave the bus would not start so we all got off and were told it would be about an hour before another.