Ragan stepped out of her gown and kicked it aside.The woman stepped in front of Ragan. She palmed her breasts.“Nice, I know my husband will have a t...hrill with these.”Ragan pivoted her head in humiliation. She looked at the white tile wall as the woman’s hands explored her body.“Very nice.” The woman gave Ragan’s breasts one final squeeze. She walked over to a tan settee and took a seat. “Come here, Nadia.”Ragan lifted her gown and walked over to the bathroom-adjoined sitting room.The woman. With no heed to injury to herself, her fingers closed over a very small, very sharp bejeweled dagger that she quickly withdrew. It was covered in dust, in spite of the fact that it was hidden in a cabinet. She deftly hiked up her voluptuous skirts and slipped it into the garter of her left leg, for safe keeping. She had barely arranged the skirt of the gown around it when the devil walked through the door. Following him was a cook with a tray laden with food and drink. The devil began ticking. Well so we all get our canoes and get started. Of course Kate and her husband know everything and they start mouthing off and we all end up in a big crash, everyone falling out of canoes and coolers of beer go floating down the river and everyone is scrambling about. Well I avoided the wreck but my wife jumped in to help recover things. Kate jumps in my canoe and yells "let's go" and starts paddling like hell. We end up way down river ahead of everybody else. "Kate, why did we do this?" I ask.. I pulled my head back against the trunk, and felt his forefinger graze my soft labia, as he hooked his finger through the exposed gap in my panties, as they pulled taut with my knees drawn high, under my chin.He had hooked them as he closed his forefinger, and with the crotch bunched-up, he drew them to one side, exposing the warmth to the fresh breeze and his warm mouth, there was no mistaking the skin on tongue as he pried me open for the first time, or the saliva tracing from my labia to my.