The ‘Squawking’ of a crane or heron meant we were early and waking the birds. A few hunts had us racing across the river in first light trying to ...get set up as day broke. But for the most part we got good at making our way around the river in the morning darkness. ‘Bulla Bulla,’ Glen would whisper and we lowered into the boats camo cover. Taking four rods and staking them around the john boat and covering it with camouflage netting. Making the boat a virtual duck blind on wheels, or afloat.. It was the same as I remembered it. She had breasts that were the same size as mine, though her nipples were a deep pink in color, but like me, she had trimmed her pussy hair fairly close so that her lips showed up nicely.Her lips were pouting and wet, and she smiled at me again."Just to see if you still taste as good," she said, and then went down on her knees while I stood there by the side of the bed, and the next thing I knew she was licking away at my pouty cunt lips.Jack was sitting on. Her face seemed to change slightly as though she had a new idea. She then put her hand on leg at the knee and slowly started moving upwards and on my inner thigh. "You know" she said as she leaned in towards me "We could pass the time in one way I could think of". I knew what she was thinking. "Isn't that why we decided to go on this trip?" I guess so, so why wait until we get there?" I said, feeling my pants getting a little tighter with anticipation.I had got into the back seat. She told me. .we were certainly wrong.As I pulled Nick down beside me I could see the change from his eyes; they seemed to smolder and he knew I wouldn't resist him. He took the side of my face in his hand and turned to kiss me, a deep, passionate kiss that always made my panties significantly wetter than before. He brushed his tongue against my lips, and I threw my arms around his neck as I climbed onto his lap. As he was kissing me, I started to slowly grind against Nick's rock hard cock. He growled.