You started dancing andthat. We all danced together. Then the girls danced together and wedid as well." We slow danced?" No we groped each other typ...e dancing. Now don't get shocked it was allfun. More teasing the girls really. Then Jewel barked out an order andyou did it. Wendy did the same and I couldn't help following hercommand. Soon they went from fun simple stuff to a bit more demanding.I think she broke one of your spoons. Then we ended up in your room.Nothing bad unless you think. “No, John,“ she added worryingly, “I just want to explain something about myself to you."”Oh, OK,” I sighed with relief, expecting something along the line of being adopted or believing in aliens.“I'm a nymphomaniac,“ she stated frankly. I blinked confused. “I found that honesty is the best course even though it ruined all of my relationships before, but I need to be upfront with you,” She continued.I wasn’t sure if I understood what she was trying to say. She looked at me a little. But traveling straight across the water would save us much time. You never know what you might see along the shoreline. It might be a bird, a beaver, or even a deer coming down to drink. Anyone of those creatures would give you something to think about for the next few miles.We came upon one river that contained a series of rapids. The map showed that it could be passable at certain times, but there was also a portage around it.“What do you think?” Ron asked.“I don’t know. I guess we could give. She could pull them forward to the deepest recesses of her anal passage, or she could force them backwards until she felt the last testicle nudging up against her anal opening. "Oh yes, girl," exclaimed Clyda. "You're a born slut, Jordan. You're driving me fucking crazy. Keep doing what you're doing. Now squeeze me just a little harder and faster." Jordan concentrated and exerted as much control as she could, so she could increase the speed and pressure on Clyda's balls, without injuring.