Fuck!" I moaned to her.My cock pulsated, throbbed in her fingers and she could feel every sense of it. The veins felt like they wanted to burst on my ...haft, as I bucked my hips a little to the rhythm of fucking her hand.My cock penetrated through her fingers, like it was her tight wet pussy. In and out, throbbing as it forced itself out the other side and then pulled back inside.It was fantastic! I was fucking her hand as much as she was jerking me off."I'm gonna cum!" I called out in a soft. Pete's group, supposedly having further to paddle, had packed most of the gear the night before and had left right after breakfast.Cabin 7 would spend the morning packing enough food for the overnight, their bedding and a couple of 4-person dome tents into three canoes and leave after lunch. Since they were seven, Lisa would carry Susan while Ginger would be bowman, Samantha would take Heather as bowman and carry the tents and the bedding while Linda would take Karen, the spare clothing and the. Waiting for me to choose who I could picture him to be.. somebody real, somebody I ought not to, somebody forbidden. My housemate’s fiance, a colleague from my office, my manager maybe, the fruitseller, the salesman, my doctor..I stuck with the image of Shamboo in his botanical garden. I was picking pace with my stroking. I put my housemate with him in my fantasy. She is about 27 years of age, her figure is quite elegant like a vase. Her complexion pale, her hair is long, straight and silky.. " You've lifted a terrible burden from my shoulders," Ann said, interrupting her. "I don't need to see any shrink to realize this. What I was doing was terribly wrong. But I was truly helpless to prevent it. I was alone... and when I discovered him masturbating that day... well, I won't go into the sordid details, but... we satisfied each other carnally, and it became a daily ritual. It made me feel both disgusted with myself, yet sinfully eager for our next encounter. You saw..." Ann paused.