Ye bare mai tha n story pasand aye to mail karna pe. Ab story pe aate hai Ek din ki baat hai papers end hone k baad mai aur mere frnds party ka soch ...he the uske baad humara plan bna ki tds chalte hai toh hum gaye thursday hone k karan wo ladies night thi hum andar entry li n beer pi rhe the hum table ki just ek table k baad ek bhabhi aayi waha baithi meri nazar padi toh dekhta rha mano pari aagyi ho.Kya dress pehen tha light sa make up and well trimmed and curl hairs. The and puri fit thi. The camp was a building the size of a good room 16x16 with a nice front covered porch. looked like an old minors camp. Hammock hung from the end post. Was my get out of life place to relax. She laid in the hammock and started pulling off her pants, I will get some sun on my legs. I liked that idea and took off mine as well. I noticed a body I thought was under her clothes just did nto knw ofr sure. Some clothes can hide or fake things. Her ass cheeks would juggle as she walked across the deck.. Most curiously of all, Doug’s eyes changed. They were clear, sparkling and blue as the Alberta sky! I guess the eyes are more than the gateway to the soul. It seemed they were also the best indicator of bodily health. One Saturday in mid June, Doug brought home a lightweight aluminum canoe from a yard sale and an electric trolling motor with battery from a sporting goods store. Halfway through our maiden voyage it became aware to me that my paddling was more hindrance than help. The little. Just a natural action, he had tasted blood and wanted more. And not to forget: the boy had no experience, how to handle a woman and cope with her feelings. At their meetings in the past, this fondling had always been more playful, innocent and tender step by step. More depending on how well he could arouse and seduce Irene to allow him more.Now he acted more demanding and a bit rough, at least that was what Irene felt about. For her this was something new and she missed a bit of the romantic.