Should we meet at a restaurant?" I asked.She leaned close to me. "How about your room?" she whispered.I stared at her. "I want to talk and get naked w...th you again." You really want that?" I whispered."Definitely!" she said. "I'll meet you at six. And, since this is my city, I'll bring dinner."She leaned over and kissed me good bye and then disappeared.She hadn't even asked for my room number. She really was stalking me. I looked at my watch. No time to eat. I paid my check and hurried back to. I thought briefly about unfettering her bra at least or putting her into one of my old t-shirts so she could sleep more comfortably, but decided against pressing my luck. Anyone carrying that many personal firearms must have very distinct notions about the privacy of their body. I set out a clean (I think) old Army t-shirt on the nightstand in case she woke up later in the night (well later in the morning actually) and I grabbed an extra pillow and tried to make myself comfortable on the old. Learning amongst other things that there are a lot of churches near the Thames named ‘St. Mary’s’…After a day walking along the meandering Thames I was nearing the end of another day’s work. My destination for the day was Goring and I had a room booked at an Inn named ‘The Taurus’. As I approached Cleve Lock I saw a massive Dutch-style houseboat, moored by the riverbank. It was large and black and easily 20 feet wide. I’d seen a number of them on the Amsterdam canals and marvelled at how. I got off Evan, he had my wetness from his eyebrows to dripping from his chin. I immediately mounted Steve. Sliding his short but thick bare dick inside my pussy. I needed dick bad and rode him hard right from the start. He really wasn’t very deep but he did have my lips spread wide. I could have rode more than a minute when he told me to stop he was going to cum. I rode him harder and told him to fill me up. He moaned deep as he pumped cum in me. His dick kept pumping hot cum in me. I was so.