"She'd stopped and looked over her shoulder at him. "The ones at the top are 'sposed to be unbuttoned." Her voice was soft, with a Georgia accent. The...e was something about the way she said 'suppose', despite the dismissing quality of her tone, that emboldened him.Undaunted, he continued, "Not those, further down." And found himself staring directly at her breasts.She looked down, nodded and then looked up, over her sunglasses, at him. Her eyebrows arching she engaged him in a brief stare. It was fascinating – in order to allow big ships to pass, traffic is carried on a gondola suspended from the steel superstructure. It was an impressive structure of blue-painted criss-crossed steel girders, even if the river doesn’t actually look very wide at that point – which is presumably why it was built there, rather than where the river widens out more.“I don’t normally use this, but it’s an experience everybody should have! It’s quicker for me to drive round on the A19, but as you see,. I generally have pretty good staying power but this-this was something altogether different. I'd always gotten a raging hard-on just thinking about my mistress. It took every bit of concentration that I could muster to keep from shooting my snatch-seeking seed deep inside her love nest on the rare occasions that she allowed me to penetrate her. (Our relationship was generally one of humiliation.)I tried desperately to think thoughts that wouldn't excite me. I went through the gammit-from. I rested my head softly against the wall and what I heard made my jump so hard I fell out of bed with a crash."No! Maxie don't!"I stood up on shaky legs and stared at the wall. I didn't want to touch the bed, as though it was somehow electric, it was as if going back over there would burn me. I grabbed the blue woven throw that had fallen from my bed as wrapped it around my shoulders as I stared at the wall. There were no more noises, but I didn't feel much like going back over there. I dragged.