“No, we are using kayaks made for fishing. Are you good as you are?”I looked down at my shorts, T-shirt and flip flops. “Yeah, I guess so.”She...jumped up, “Let’s go!”Down by the dock two kayaks were tied to a structure and I leaned the fishing rod Marie had given me against it. She undid some cord and then together we lowered the two kayaks. They had comfortable looking seats, rod holders, a small cooler where we put our water bottles and some cookies to keep the energy up. The kayaks floated. .. Last week was nice." I stammered, cursing myself immediately after.It was nice? That's the best I could come up with?She smiled, just barely, and I blushed fiercely.My fingers fumbled with the edge of my halter top and my eyes dropped.I too nervous to say anything else, but she wasn't going to meet me halfway."Maybe we could, uhm, go out?" I asked, my voice barely louder than a whisper.She giggled and I felt my heart sink.Was she not interested? Was she just playing with me?I carefully. The room was hot, stifling. Her mouth was dry and she felt sweat pooling along the leather cushions and the back of her neck. She opened her mouth and licked her lips. Then, she closed her eyes again.She felt like she was slipping it a daze when she felt a finger slide between her cunt lips and quickly up inside her. Her eyes shot open and she heard the two women laugh. The finger was removed and the women walked out of the room, still chuckling quietly.Patricia trembled with fear. Had they put. I grab my cock and place it against her baby-stretched cunt and violently drive it into her. I look into her eyes as she winces in pain and surprise. “ OMG, please, easy!” she yells. I withdraw from her fully and drive into her again, even harder, and again and again… She tells me, “ Please, it hurts” I whisper to her, “You’re gonna fucking remember me!” As I settle in to fuck her pussy with a grinding deep rhythm, her sister comes into the house. She yells, “ Lori, where are you, did the guy.