We started early the next day traveling down the St. Lawrence River. Even though the leaders did not set a killing pace, and even though we rowed with... the flow of the river, the constant pulling of paddle in water was killing for one as unused to such activity as I. At the end of that day, it felt as though my arms had been ripped from my body. The traders laughed at my predicament, and I suppose, had I not been the one, I would have laughed as well.The next day, I could hardly hold the paddle. Then, I started to undress, starting with my blouse. Button by button, I opened the front to expose the curves of my breasts. Even though hidden by my bra, my nipples were hard as marbles. The material strained against the forward push as they grew even harder when I rubbed the palms of my hands over them. I rocked my hips from side to side while I pulled the shirt tails from my skirt. I let my shirt hang open as I bent over to watch my cleavage in the mirror. I shook my breasts to the music.. Her exploring fingers found her little clitoris and the hood and flaps of flesh surrounding it, and she was very surprised how much fun she could have gently rubbing her pussy in that area especially with some spit on her fingers. She didn't know what an orgasm was, but she enjoyed several dozen before she found out.By using a small mirror, she could actually see her clit and was amazed to discover that it was a little stalk, no more than a half-inch high, that stood up and quivered when she. Jeff took her into the bathroom and lay her on the wicker basket and snipped then shaved her pussy bare, then very thoroughly wiped all traces of hair and shave cream from her mons and he even felt down in to her vagina as far as his finger would reach, to make sure it was perfectly cleansed. He then guided her up onto the vanity and entered her now visible cunt, and gave her a good fucking, just for fun.The others had guessed that there had been some informal, spontaneous coitus, as they all.