I carefully rolled the canoe off my shoulders and into the water. I finally found a flatter spot where I could rest the front of the canoe and keep it...from floating away.“What happened to the nice log landings that I’m used to seeing,” I asked Ron when he came into view.“Oh, the Wildlife Service has been removing those in the last few years. It seems that some people want the area restored to a more natural condition.”I didn’t like his answer. What was the natural condition? How many years ago. Although it would be toasty under the coat at night, dogs apparently aren’t comfortable snuggling and … being amorous under the covers. I either froze or we didn’t do it in the severe cold. The cave with its warm, radiating walls and floor made it possible for us and we took advantage of the chance.I unrolled two of the matts and lay them side by side, then a hide over them. I glanced to Bo and found him watching patiently. I thought for a moment that I was reading too much into his posture. She moved her mouth down to my balls and started licking and sucking them. Just when I thought it could not get any better she pushed my legs up to my chest and started licking my asshole. I had never heard of anyone doing that to somebody else before, one part of me was shocked Sam was doing it to me and the other part was so glad that she was.She reached up her hand and started to jack my cock as her tongue continued to rim my puckered hole. I could not suppress the groan as her tongue. So what? Some curlers had some strength. The only true athletes were the skip or the third. These positions would throw a rock like that, drastically raising their heart rate. Then, a short while later, they would need to lower their heart rate to that of a person at rest, so they could throw a draw, placing the rock to within a fraction of an inch of where they need it. This is also in the days where the effects of sweeping were limited. It isn’t like anybody used one of the high tech brooms.