I was fifteen, and for the past two weeks at least, I'd been anticipating this river trip being the sexual highlight of my summer. Lisa and I had only...kissed a few times in the month or so we'd gone together, but I'd been hopeful that we might seek out some privacy on the journey and take our friendship to a higher level. She didn't share this particular hopefulness with me, apparently.During the first hour was when we made the steepest part of the descent towards Canby. The river was narrower. She was silently thankful for the anonymous thoughtfulness.Even though she was still very tired, sleepiness had deserted her for a time, and she looked across at the bed, her still husband a dark silhouette in front of the curtains. As she idly watched, she realised that she should be seeing the outline of a blanket, rather than the familiar body, and she hopped up off the chair for a closer look.It was readily apparent what had happened. The bedcovers must not have been straight, and their. I look into your gorgeous hazel eyes, and say “Excuse me, do I know you?” You look at me with question in your eyes and I smile mischievously at you. You realize what I’m up to and say to me, “I’m sorry miss, I just couldn’t help notice how sexy you looked from behind. Your tattoos caught my eyes and I knew I just had to meet you.” I nod my head and you hold out your hand for me, “Would you please join me for dinner?” I place my hand on yours and get off the bar stool. As I stand up you notice. My balls where hard and filling with my seed, as I pumped and pounded against her as she flooded with juices, I was dripping sweat as my pace got faster and faster untill she was pleading with me to cum inside her, I just could not hold back anylonger and shooting my cum deep into her as I pushed in and my knob hit the back wall of her cunt. I was as deep as I could go and the ridge around my knob locked into her with a click as a sudden jolt of pain went the whole length of my cock, it felt.