She pushed me further away. We fell asleep, her ‘high and dry’, cuddling the bottle, not me.It was still dark, pitch dark, when I felt a stir.God,...I hope she’s not calling for an Uber! I’d like to get some of that pussy while I’m sober. Maybe she’s just feeling her way to the bathroom. I’ll keep my eyes closed and hope there is a night-light on somewhere.The bed shifted again and she was on top of me. Somebody was on top of me, but the flesh was cold.I thought, Maybe she is cold-natured or is. I even introduce my fingers to her clit and inside her. I come up for air and again get a nose full of that delightful smell that makes my cock twitch, thinking it's its turn. To my taste buds delight, I return to her pussy again. A long lick this time, my tongue is covered in her sweet pussy juice.I swirl the taste around my mouth making sure I enjoy it to the full. If I could bottle this I'd be a millionaire!Resting my tongue for a bit, I try to fuck her with my nose. Now my nostrils are not. "Yeah, you two haveput a lot of time in sorting out the camp site and finding all the goodiesthat we needed to make this a liveable place and all the boys will thankyou all soon enough." Ron said."It looks like all the guys are now not bothered about being nude as allof them are now swimming and walking about in the nude." Desmondlaughed. "I think that some of the boys were shy about showing offtheir junk, like seeing their pubes and having bigger peckers and havingboners all the time so now. . not that there were many; water transportation is cheap ... cheaper than rail, truck or air.It is slow. Generally, the canals are quiet and clean. There's no sense in hurrying ... 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 watch 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.