On this trip I had been provided with a fake passport that, I was assured, would get me into and back out of the United States with absolutely no trou...le. Well, that was the theory and, after a quick and simple passage through immigration (which turned out to be one bored and overweight woman behind a rickety desk) I was inside the good old USA.A driver from the clinic was waiting patiently for us and as we were lead out to the car, I could tell that this was a well oiled and practised machine.. I carried on with the story as I humped her, finding that reciting it all to her made it even more exciting."God you're such a pervert," she said, locking her legs around me and holding onto my ass so that I couldn't move. "What if that had been me, that kid was looking at?"When she said this, my cock suddenly grew inside her, it felt bigger than I had ever known before, and Sally noticed it too. She spread her legs wider and let me fuck her in a faster rhythm."Oh, so that's what you'd like.. “Where the heck, did that come from girl?” I replied.“I dunno, I guess I am just trying to get to know you better.” She answered.“Well, how I about I ask, do you have any?” I fired back.“A few, but you have to go first, or it’s no deal.” She said shyly.I went on to tell Jen, with a great deal of shyness, that I always was extremely aroused watching a woman masturbate herself to orgasm.“What about watching two girls have sex together?” Jen asked.“I can’t say Jen, I have never had that. Once we had fuelled Rainbow and gotten underway, Evans hauled out a pair of charts of the Clarence, one from just above Mountain View to Cowper, where the South Arm forked off, the other from the fork to the ocean beyond Hickey Island. The first revealed that Grafton was the southernmost point of the river and that our trip this morning was due north-east. I remarked on it to Evans.“The Clarence is singular in a lot of ways. There are over 100 islands between the Gorge and the Pacific. There.