"But not nearly as much as I should. I'venever paddled a canoe that hard for that long. It was what? Fourteenhours? My arms should feel like they are ...alling off, but they arefine." Yeah, me too. Before we left River said that the river would nourishus. I wonder if that is what she meant. I mean, we did more work thancompetitive canoeists would in training, and still no aches. I likethis river." So do I," Marilyn agreed. "Uh, do your breasts feel funny?" Funny? In what way?" Mine hurt, and are. Once we got home there was the inevitable rush for the shower, the girls shared a bedroom and we had a bathroom that connected our bedrooms. I wasnt worried I just wanted to get on my computer and see how the pics of Lauren had come out. I could hear the girls giggling as they started the shower and I plugged in my phone. The first photo was okay, but the shadow and black tights didnt show a lot, but the ass shot was great. She had the most wonderful little ass, I could only imagine how it. I started pulling his shirt up, and he broke the kiss to sit up, pulling it off in one fluid movement. I ran my hands over his chest, twirling fingers in his dark chest hair. He was beautiful. I undid his pants, and he pulled them the rest of the way off. He was a boxers man. His cock was straining at the fabric, and I had a peak as he was moving around.I pulled the waistband down low enough to free him; he was hard and already dripping pre-cum. He stood on his knees, boxers pulled part way. We wait at the taxi rank until a black cab pulls up; getting in, Ethan tells the driver the address and we settle back in the leather seats. I lean my head on Ethan's shoulder and begin to drift off when I feel him draw me closer. His lips are on mine and we kiss deeply before I feel his hand on my breast. I am a thirty-two DD cup and only tend to wear non-padded bras. Ethan prefers it like this to feel my nipple hardening through the red lace as he cups and fondles my warm breast. I slip my.