I couldn’t see across the lake, but I had a good idea of the direction I should go.Arms forward, pull the paddle back, flip it out to the side, and ...epeat. It felt good to be moving again. I had learned long ago that it seemed like I could paddle forever. I might get tired at first, but once I got into a rhythm, I was a machine. Ron seemed to have adapted fairly well to the front, but I still got the feeling he wanted to be in the back.Somehow we found our portage, despite sections of residual. When he was living with me, we used to share my bed. I used to fantasize about what could happen from there. But nothing. Our relationship grew more and more flirty, and him constantly walking around in his jocks drove me insane! Once we cleaned the spare room out he moved in there. I was relieved to have that temptation out of my bed but he still spent most of the time in my room. We used to wrestle and fool around a lot and the more we did it the closer we got to a more intimate feeling. . ”“I hope not,” I teased. “There might still be things you need to teach me today.”“Well,” she sighed, “I’m not fourteen, but I bet I can go another round or three.”The thought of three more rounds like I’d already gone through was scary. Yes, I wanted to make the most of this chance to have sex with Becky since I didn’t know if I would ever have another opportunity, but right now I wasn’t sure I could get it up again before I had to go home. Three more times would probably kill me. Becky must. The tingling continued toward his chest and he could feel his sculpted ripples start to reform. What he wasn't prepared for were the two large orbs that pushed out from his chest, causing his jacket to pop at the snaps.He tried to raise his hands to his now expanding chest, but realized his elbows had stiffened, just as his knees had earlier. Looking down, he noticed thin, feminine hands so unlike his former clenched grip. How could he possibly hold his rifle with these?The indignity continued.