Think of the next lock. Waiting for up bound traffic. No, don't rush.The canal bottoms were stirred by the bronze propellors of the steel barges. The ...atch bounced along the bottom; upstream by downstream barges, downstream by upstream ones. Turtles nudged it, carp sucked it and spat it out.The smaller canals became the home of frogs, turtles, fish and the businesses or playgrounds of boaters; sculls, rowboats, sand sellers, freshwater clam diggers, fishers.The abandoned canals had their lock. However, once Melissa saw my reflection in the mirror, her response changed from a phony climax to a real one, not even stopping until her partner shot out his load, bareback, into her twat. I could tell that being caught excited her in some crazy way, just as it terrified her client, once he saw me standing there, the jilted husband who like the cliche, came home at the wrong time by accident. There was no hiding or looking the other way now. My wife had brazenly committed adultery before my. I knew he was going to cum when he grabbed my hair tighter and began to buck his hips nearly shoving his cock all the way down my throat. Then he exploded in mouth and he was not kidding by how much spunk he pumped down my throat. It was way more than I could hold or swallow so his jizz ran down the sides of my mouth. As soon as he was done he pulled out of mouth with a very satisfied look on his face.Jakes’ buddy was laying on the bed stroking his prick, “Over here Megan! Suck my cock!” . Dan ordered a beer and then said:"I don't like to waste a lot of time beating about the bush Fran so let me put it right out there. Are you here after what I'm here after?" It depends Dan. You have to tell me what you are looking for." You are a great looking woman Fran; great looking and sexy as hell. I've wanted you since the day you came to work." Then why haven't you ever made a pass at me?" Two reasons. One, you are married and two, I don't mess around in my own sandbox." Marci is married.