Finally it stopped, when I snapped back to reality he was ever so gently fucking me. I was glad he hadnt stopped. I wanted him to cum in me. I didnt c...are about the risks. I wanted to know what it felt like. Baby cum inside me, fuck me hard again, let it all out I whispered. Are you 100% sure? Im 110% sure. Fuck me more! I said. Again he began to ram his cock into me. I let my legs fall onto his shoulders and I closed my eyes. All the tension was drained from my body. There was no more stress. "Hey mama, can we pull off to the side over here at that sand bar?" I asked innocently. "I want to show you something." "Sure mi amor," she said. I hopped out of the canoe and dragged us up to the shore. She remained seated, and I stood next to her. "What did you want to show me, baby?" she asked. "This," I said as I grabbed her hand and ran it up the leg of my trunks. "I have been staring at your ass for the last two hours, and do you see what it's done to me?" "Well," she said with a smile,. We'd started together but I progressed faster than her. I'd held myself back to keep her company, but Ava is very pretty, VERY rich, and is a friendly girl. In a hobby/industry dominated by young males, she got PLENTY of company! I was more academically gifted, had much more practical flying experience - admittedly on a Magic Sled but some of it carried over - and I had a great deal more time available. Some days I did flight training all day, 'flying' through the program far faster than other. I waited a few days, nearly a week! Honestly, I didn’t know what to say and that’s why I blurted out that bit about looking ill in your pic. I mean, come on, what person in their right mind would post a picture of themselves looking ill? But, it really wasn’t a very flattering picture: much too stern with no sparkle in the eyes. Not how I remember My Richard, at all. So, happily, you responded and now, here we are, in touch again. Can’t believe it, really. And now you suggest meeting. My heart.