‘And how is that?’ I asked, kissing the knuckles on one had as it went by. She stopped her hands and let me kiss each knuckle in turn. ‘I only w...nted to tease you. To make up for all those messages that left me wanting more and not being able to reach it. To leave you in the same state you always seemed to leave me in.’ She was smiling as she said it. Oh, she had every right to do just what she had planned and I would not have thought less of her for it. But more than once she had surprised me. "OK, after two summers, you ought to pretty well know the drill of how we do stuff the Canyon Tours way, so you're going to have to help Charlie, our other boatman. He's just a fill-in for this trip; he usually runs a motor rig for Grand Canyon Rafters runs an oar trip once in a while so he knows how it's done on the water, but he's used to doing things a little different on land. GCR doesn't start their first regular trip until a few days after we get off this one, and he'll be gone then, but. She needed no lubrication this time as Robs long cock hit her cervix and she cried in satisfaction as the 62 year old man gently inserted his index finger into her back passage. She felt her sphincter muscle tighten on his finger but said nothing as the pain worked in tandem with the pleasure emanating from her pussy. "Is that good, you fucking slut...eh?" "Oooooh Rob...you shouldn't speak like that to me....I'm a lady" Ok...is that ok lady fucking slut" Oooooh, hehehehe. Your funny. Of course. I was not sure whether he had over-heard anything but the intrigued look on his face made me think he had.A few weeks later, as I was paying a visit to Somsak's father I mentioned that a friend of mine who was to have gone fishing with me that week-end had cancelled his trip. I was rather disappointed."I'll go with you, if you want" said Somsak."Good idea!" added his father quite hastily. "We have to attend a cremation in Surat Thani on Saturday. Your mother and I would rather know you're gone.