Straining, I removed my shoes and slid my pants off as she positioned her self atop my chest, her ass in my face and her lithe body covering my abdome...n. Without hesitation, I began licking her asshole and fingering her wettened twat. She was a genuine beauty, long dark hair, brown eyes, and the perfect shape for her small frame. By now she had already spurted her first release of love juice from her wettened womb. She then mounted my rigid pole and easily sat down upon its length, in two more. Rebecca sat in the front of Craig's canoe, her back resting on the bow plate, watching the others. Jessica was on the floor of the boat sunbathing, probably asleep. Craig's feet massaged her back as he tried valiantly to stay awake also. We must have really worn him out last night she thought, laughing to herself.She glanced to the other canoe which was a good twenty yards behind them, drifting along slowly. She saw Natasha sitting between Jeremy's legs with one arm dangling in the water. Every. Also, walking a little further, past a group of guys, I could feel all of their eyes on me. Of course, I thought, what an idiot I am. This is exactly the kind of look that I'm attracted to, so no wonder I'm attracting all sorts of attention. Dressing cute to attract attention, but not going too far—this could be fun. I stopped by a book store that sells specialty coffees, picked up a magazine and a cappuccino. I found a seat by the window and started to flip through my magazine. No sooner did I. ‘Please, Miss O’Brien. Indulge us if you can.’ There was something trustworthy about her. I was betting it was a hell of an asset for a cop. I shrugged my shoulders and started through the tale of my day. I hesitated when I got to the part where I went for the coffee. They noticed, and exchanged glances. ‘Is there something you don’t want to tell us?’ I shook my head. ‘No it’s just that it seems silly, looking back on it.’ Detective Monroe regarded me for a moment. ‘We aren’t here to.