“Yes. You’re smart, you’re funny, we sort of match tastes and interests. I would’ve hated to miss this.”“Me?”“You.”She smiled a bit ...ore. “We’ll make a good team.”Conversation shifted to a huge tow on the river, nine barges lashed together, pushed downstream by a big towboat.“Why do they call it a ‘towboat’ when it pushes?” she smirked.“Because EVERY trade likes to have its bits of history, its secrets. They probably tried pulling a time or two, but you lose the ability to control...”“I can. I left an unhappy and unrewarding marriage four months ago, flat broke and with no prospect of getting a place of my own for a while. Jackson was a work friend who lived alone. He offered me his spare room at a ridiculously cheap rate, and I really didn’t see any other options. It may seem simple and you’re probably thinking what a nice guy this Jackson must be. Well, yes he is pretty nice actually but he is also extremely promiscuous, loves himself a bit too much, has no idea about boundaries. As Annie rocked her way to ecstasy, Brad busied himself with Annie's bouncing 36D's, grabbing handfuls of the soft flesh, tugging and pinching her nipples and slapping her tits as Annie neared her crest. "OOOHGODDD, I'M CUUMMINNNGG!!" Annie wailed as she plunged over the precipice. As she began cumming, Brad added to her experience by pinching and pulling her thick nipples hard, the mixture of pain and pleasure driving her even deeper into her abyss. Annie grabbed his wrists and hung on. Then I felt this is the chance and I was like, “Sure aunty, please help me,” and then she took the soap and started applying it.She applied everywhere but not my cock. My cock was rock hard and my cock wanted her hand on it. Then, in the end, she held my cock and started stroking it. I was in heaven. It felt so good.She stroked and made me cum and cleaned me and satisfied me. And then she told that she was going back to the room to work. She went back. I was just dreaming about her and I was.