The boy who helped us load our gear kept one eye on Havana and one on Liz. I noticed he swelling jeans as we made trip after trip between the SUV and...the boat. Hal was a local boy and he made his summer money on the water. We asked him how to get to our campsite but no matter how he explained it none of it made any sense. He finally relented and said he would take us there and come back in the morning. He grabbed a small pack in his old pickup and jumped on with us.While we were loading. As the train pulled up, hordes of office workers rushed out of the train while even more people waited on the sides. Finally, after the train emptied its load, everyone piled into the train. I was practically lifted off of my feet as a tsunami of commuters squeezed in like sardines. I could have gotten into the “women only” train reserved during rush hour so women could avoid being felt up by lecherous geezers, a problem common during rush hour—but the thought of being felt up made me even more. Why wasn’t he at work, she wondered, when he called her on her cell phone? She was just returning from the grocery store after dropping the kids at school: “Meet me, ten minutes,” he said and hung up, not giving her an opportunity to object, though she could have called him back. But she didn’t. Immediately her heart started pounding, though she was hardly prepared for letting him see her at that moment, no makeup, dressed in shapeless sweats, her hair in a ponytail and sticking out the back of. "Come down here, Honey," she demanded in her Texas drawl. "Clean me up." Her husband hardly blinked an eye when he saw Jeff's cum pouring out of her slit. He seemed to savor the creamy fluids that Jeff had deposited in her as he licked her pussy clean. The third night included more three-some action. While the husband orally pleasured his wife, Jeff had his cock down her throat. She was adept at deep throating. It was all he could do to hold back. Jeff exploded inside her twat shortly after.