..”“Go ahead. But the invitation – remember.”“Won’t forget.”As I motored away, I imagine Mister Ray’s biggest question was whether or ...ot I was going to stay on the river. Gee says ‘yes’. Me? I love the river and my life afloat, but one of the things that put me here was that I didn’t have the partner who could make me LIKE life ashore. But she said ‘river’. Gee and me on the river ... that’s a whole different set of expectations.Two more hours of watching the scenery slide by and I’m turning. I had stopped writhing and was thrusting into her hand, fucking it like I would her pussy when she had me in cowgirl. I grabbed the bed covers and let a breath out raggedly as my cock spasmed in her tight grip and gobs of cum shot up and ran over her hand. She slowed down and made sure that she was going all the way up and down, letting my own semen slicken her fingers and whiten into a thin foam as she kept stroking during my whole orgasm and for longer, leaving me fighting for breath. I. Her breasts were small - size can be 1.5, maybe even less, but the priest was still smarter than Christina. She was in tight breeches and a T-shirt on the straps, under which shone a black bra. She was leaning against the hood of the car booty, sometimes starting to dance when played her favorite music, and chatted with me.The day came to an end, we went to the hostel. Serge retired with Christine in her room, we Marianna less fortunate - to her neighbor came just two guy, and we pushed into. They had been able to afford motorcycles with the money that Savannah and Melanie made stripping and turning tricks.Melanie often took Savannah with her when she drove Uber. She pretended Savannah was her horny slut of a daughter.“Is my daughter showing you her tits? Savannah! I told you not to flirt with the customers! I am so sorry about that, Sir” she’d say.Savannah would insist that it was her mother who was the slut and mention that she sucked the last guy she picked up’s cock.“Don’t tell.