In the distance, they could see a purplish row of snaggle-toothed mountains.All morning Marcia had wanted to bring the subject up but somehowcouldn't ...anage it. Now, with time and distance running out like a quick-burning fuse, she forced herself to blurt it out."She didn't want me to come, did she?"Walt looked up from his sandwich, chewing over the wad in his mouth as ifhe wished it could last forever. Or at least until a good answer came tohim."You don't have to tell me," Marcia answered for. We drifted a little further. Our cabins were on a private inlet that dipped in for about a mile, but the bigger lake was a lot more crowded. It was a Saturday, so there were lots of motorboaters out for the weekend with all kinds of people in them. We saw a couple of other canoes, but mostly they were all lots bigger.There were lots of guys!After a while, we stopped even noticing guys who slowed down to look at us or whistle. Some of them offered us beer and lots more wanted us to come on their. And her bottom is rubbing right up against it, wiggling too as she settled in. I keep my arm to myself but very quickly recognize that Mr. Hard-on was not going away in the short term so there is not a chance in hell of me catching a single wink like this, much less forty. So I backed away a few inches, so Mr. Prick won’t feel my quite babelicious friend and get the wrong idea. Plus I really didn’t want her to think of me as just another user, especially after what she’d gone through that. Ali’s butt is truly exceptional, slightly bend from behind, standing with elbows on knees, showing this huge delight of long dark curly hair covering those fat pussy lips is an all time best mind candy of mine.I let her long curls drip, just gently wipe her face and move the towel towards her girlfur, her best selling point, as she calls it herself. It’s so thick that the skin below doesn’t show, now that it’s wet it does, clustering in picks, with pearly drops on the tops. I sit down while she.