I could feel her breasts pressed against my side and that made me hotter like hell. And I had the greatest hard-on ever.“Tell me, Rahul. Do you alwa...s sleep with a hard-on?” She said and I was really embarrassed. So she knew I was having a hard-on. I couldn’t answer her and she smiled. “Oh, let me guess.I’m making you hot, is that right?” She asked again and I didn’t know what to say so I just kept my mouth shot. She snuggled closer to me and her hand slowly moved down to my navel. I was. She quickly shoved the material of her suit out of the way and found her clit with her finger tip as the raft was tossed over to the side. She moaned and her other hand pinched her left nipple through the suit. The raft was picking up speed and tossing her unpredictably left and right in the darkness. The movement made it hard to keep her finger in just the right spot, but it hardly mattered. The thrill of the movement and the G forces and the noise of the rushing water were helping push her. She was staying over night too with her husband who was attending an Army reunion dinner night, She had used the opportunity to go clothes shopping in a larger town where they had a Marks and Sparks store where, as any woman of a certain age knows, they sell the most comfortable underwear and good quality dresses.After unpacking I went down to the coffee shop and there she was. She was sat in an armchair with her legs drawn-up under her and reading a novel on her tablet. I ordered a coffee and. For me when I was younger I took it to a whole new level. I hated the way I looked, I hated me face, I hated my chubby body, my "man hands", my hair, basically everything. I felt so gross and unwanted all the time and it sucked. I dressed in baggy sweats and hoodies all the time to try and hide myself. I was at an all time low in my life when my white bf dumped me for another girl, he cheated. I felt so dumb and used and just gross but there was a bright side. School at the time was over and.