“Cuda!” Lynette screeched at the combined effect of my words and the slow but steady passage of my cock into her slippery, steaming pussy. “Ohhh...h, sweet lord!” she exclaimed as my cock-head torturously pressed over her sensitive G-spot along the front of her vaginal wall.“Hold! There!” Lynette forcefully commanded as we both felt the wonderful sensations of my cock-head pressing against her cervix.Straining against my bear-hug grip around her lower rib cage, Lynette grunted as she tried to bend. ”Expressionless, Jessica only looked at her.“On top of that, on the ride to San Francisco in the limo you hardly said a word and never finished your champagne, and since we’ve been here you’ve been jumpy as a cat. Last night at dinner you kept looking at the door and you drank maybe half a glass of wine and hardly touched your meal. At the club afterwards you didn’t drink at all and maybe danced two times and even then you took your clutch with you. I sneaked a look and I wondered what had you. She had started working when she realized the room was quite warm, she slowly wiped herself clean when she felt the desire to use the vacuum on her now wet and tiny pussy. She slowly walked outside and locked the main door with her keys. She was now alone and really horny. She had at least 6 hours before Michael would come home and she intended to spend at least half on her cunt. She slowly got rid of her tight naughty French maid outfits that revealed her robust and well shaped. After a simple lunch of soup, sandwiches and fresh fruit salad, the group headed back to the lake. Fishing formed only a part of the agenda, as Matti used the speed and power of his larger Yamaha outboard motor to tour the main body of the lake. The east end had a number of scattered camps, as well as a small Provincial Park with a public boat launch. There were so many meandering bays and good fishing spots that not many of the boats plying the waters of this end of the lake ever made it to.