Before long I hear the door in the booth next to me open and close and get locked. I stopped and sat still waiting for the person next to me to leave... so I could continue. I hear the guy flipping through the channels and he settled on the same movie I was watching, I could tell by the sound. I was enjoying watching a girl getting gang banged, and before long I heard a noise. I looked around but didn't see anything, I intentionally sat close to the hole so the person in the next booth. I signaled for the waiter to get the bill, but I also asked him to send some ginger ale to room 808. Bardhini looked at me in a “lost” way, so I explained that I had taken a room here for the night, and if she wished we could go there and have a few more drinks. She agreed, so I took hold of her hand and led her towards the lifts, still not sure of just how far this would go, but determined to let the night progress.As the lift door closed I did not have any reservations about her intentions.. “Abby, your pussy is so hot and wet; it’s making my dick feel awesome.”“Vince, I wish you could fuck me all night long right now. Your hard cock has nailed my spot twice.”Her tit was feeling nicer than it had in a long time. A tingle swept across her breast and it began lactating. Vince stopped, Abby didn’t.“Did I... is something wrong?”“Not at all, it feels fantastic but please, I beg you, start doing it again, I’ll explain later.”Vince did, his fingers making her nipple wet with the juice. There was no river traffic (yet?) and we’d passed only one or two sandy islands. Evans pointed ahead. “That’s the South Arm branching off ahead to starboard. Almost exactly 20 kilometres from where we were docked to Brushgrove on Woodford Island. We’ll keep to port in the main channel. Then in another ten kilos we’ll be at Munro Island and then we’ll pass the ferry between Woodford and Lawrence. It’s a cable ferry that runs 24-7. I always think it’s the marker of the Lower Clarence. I’ve never.