Most of the riverboat's clients that night had already filed off the gangplank before Shirley and I finished one more glass of wine each and, reluctan...ly, took our leave."I'm too woozy to drive right away," I told her. "If you need to get home, I'll take you in a cab. Otherwise, we can just -- take another riverside walk." Riverside walk," Shirley said immediately.We came to the same park bench we'd shared, briefly, on that earlier date when I'd first introduced her to the river walk. This. About 2 hours later they came back,and by their looks I was sure they were drunk and high,they walked in throught the back door and as soon as they closed the door I turn the lights on,I pretended to be mad and yield at them,by the looks on their faces I knew I had them on my hands,I told my daughter to sat down and I turn to her friend asking her for her mom's phone number,I told her I was going to call her mom just to let her know I was about to call the police,right then she broke. She was probably rubbing their cocks at the table which will have sent her wild with desire as she loves to know she has made a cock hard! Making three hard would have blown her mind!For the rest of the story I will have to wait until Jean returns and tells me all about her night of slutdom. Part TwoFrom this point on I will have to hand the story over to Jean, as who would be better regaling the tale than the slut who was there.Dave left me at the table so I could enjoy a night of sexual. It was old and worn with the stains of years of use in shipping and receiving. He sat down in a worn swivel chair and began counting the containers for the shipment going out to the Seattle office. The work was boring and the pay was terrible but he was always frugal so he had been able to make ends meet with a little left over for his weekend ‘activities’ as he liked to call them. This had been the best job he could land after leaving his former employment where he had worked as a sales.