I continue to softly rub my hand in her fur, 'This isn't a bush, This is just beautiful.' I touch her slit accidentally with my hand, After she mews a...bit louder, I gain more confidence and slowly trace her pussy slit with my finger. I make the mistake of sliding my middle finger in her pussy, And then I get a surprise. Felicia meows and pounces on me, Her hot rough tongue licking my face. "Please, Help me?" She purrs into my ear over and over. She starts sliding her tail along her clit and. There isn’t really a whole lot one can do in a rowing boat except slowly move through the water at a pace that isn’t too taxing on the rower’s stamina, but on the boat vendors advice the outward journey was made against the slight current, while I gained a small assistance from it on the return leg. Just under sixty minutes was also the extent of a small boys interest.“Do we have to go back yet, Mr Campbell?” Chip asked.“Well, I think that’s your mother’s decision to make, Chip, but if she. Simples, as the mere-cat would say, except that the sheriff was also a greedy chap and he had sold the two portly holiday makers to the sadistic town mayor, with the proviso that when the mayor was finished with the pair they were to be disposed off permanently as hog food. Word got around the town [population 145 persons it said on the nameplate] and in the town was a ring of hard drinking, d**g using BDSM lovers led by the mayor, and they had turned out to enjoy the spectacle of the pair. "Lita, I could do that for you ... clean you up, I mean. I've never..."I nodded, spreading my legs.It did not take long. She did more than clean me. She worked on my little button and I had another one. I was laying back against the seat when I heard Pat."Oh, no you don't, Dave. We gotta start back, hard on or not."Brindy looked sideways, shyly. Pat smiled. "Okay, maybe one more. Brindy? Rock, paper, scissors?"I giggled. Brindy's paper covered Pat's rock."Dave, is it okay?" Brindy asked.