And when we made love that seemed so natural and so right also.Tuesday was a long day on the water but not really strenuous. There was a nice current ...nd only occasionally did we need to work to keep the little boats from floundering in some small rapids. We stopped on a sandbank for lunch and later again found a nice campsite beside the river.Wednesday was large a repeat of Tuesday until about four when we sighted the landing by the outfitter's and pulled ashore. We loaded the boats back onto. For the past few weeks I'd been checking out dating sites. My profile said a lot about me. I hadn't posted a photo of myself. Hoping that the lady who would show interest would understand why. As the weeks went by I didn't get any response to my profile. That was until a week ago. I'd received a message from a single lady who called herself lover_girl. Like me she didn't have a picture on her profile either. We have been sending messages back and forth to each other for weeks. We talked about. "Oh Mark ! Stick that finger in deeper and fuck my arse with it. Ooh, I've never had a finger in my arse before."Mark glowed with pride. He was more determined than ever to give his Mum the best licking she'd had in her life. He sucked her love button into his mouth and started moving his finger in and out of her back entrance. He then put three fingers of his other hand together and inserted them into her slick pussy. Using his hands like pistons he worked his mother into a frenzy. First his. We had one more history period that week, and then of course, three more the following week, and each time I saw Miss Martin, always dressed in clothes that showed off her awesome figure, I’d get that roller-coaster feeling. I wouldn’t mind betting a lot of guys at that school were going home and wanking themselves over the thought of her, but believe it or not, I wasn’t one of them. Not that I wasn’t as keen on wanking as any other seventeen-year old boy, but somehow I just couldn’t bring.