For some reason, they were still having a real ball, maybe it was the wine coolers. The night was quiet also, no other boats on the bayou, we would ha...e heard their motors. I just keep feeding the notion that we were lost on the bayou. The girls were enthused with looking at every tree we passed to see if there was a snake we needed to avoid. Somehow, Jamie and I ended up with the paddles. If the girls were looking for excitement, I guess they had found it, lost on a snake and alligator. Becca neverseemed interested in penetrative sex with me, although she would have beenmore than welcome. However, she quickly became more than expert atpleasuring me with her fingers and tongue and the growing collection ofsex toys that we built up.Sadly, our relationship came to an end after about 18 months. Rebeccaconfessed to me that she had fallen in love with a man who loved her backand she wanted to pursue their relationship. It seems that my girl haddeveloped a craving for cock that. Strange, because upto now he had done absolutely nothing to thwart Harry's revenge 'policy'.The next day Harry gave the farmer's wife some rest and even put a horse blanket on her wet body. He also gave her a few carrots to eat. She was not supposed to pass out early in the evening show, for whatever reason. Then the customers would be disappointed and demand their money back.When it was near 8 p.m., the first man had already arrived at the farm. He drove an expensive car, was dressed like a. “You go, girl. Wallop his ass.”“All right, Jethro, you’re in for it. I’m experienced now,” Jenna laughed. As she done with Seth, she explored Jethro’s ass, cock and balls. Jethro’s cock was noticeably longer than Seth’s. She gave him a few strokes, and then wielded her paddle.Jenna’s eyebrows rose as she observed the effect of the paddle. The resounding thwack, the bouncing butt cheeks, and Jethro’s, “Oof!” thrilled her. She brought the paddle down harder. Jethro’s louder cry inspired her and.