To Join the true Canadians
It happened on one of our backcountry camping trips. It was a warm summer day with nary a breeze to be felt. As we lie on our private beach thinking of a new adventure A asked if I thought we could prove we were Canadians. Not catching her drift I asked her what she meant. She replied that she was surprised I did not catch the reference to the Pierre Burton quote. "A Canadian is someone who knows how to make love in a canoe".
I said I was game so we tossed off our clothes and jumped in the canoe. After paddling a short way off shore she carefully worked her way back to the middle of the canoe and got on her knees leaning over the thwart. I then moved up and knelt behind her reached down and played with her moist lips, then inserted a couple of fingers and worked them in and out until she was quivering with her first orgasm. I then rubbed my erection along those wet lisp and then started to slowly work my way into her anxious pussy.
We fucked for about twenty minutes before I gave in and started to pound her, the sound of our sweaty bodies slapping together echoing in the cove. After a few thrusts I let loose into her. She then yelled "we are Canadians" . We stayed coupled for a few minutes and then got back into our paddling positions and returned to shore ran to the blanket we left on the beach and she sucked my cock hard again and then jumped on top and rode me until I came again, during which she came several times.
It was a great day in the wilderness......
