By now both hands were positioned on her floppy tits, thumbs trapping the fast growing nipples to his hand… Oh she knew she was no film star or tast...-totty, or whatever, she had no illusions that way, but this man, this masterful little man made her feel wanted, even if he had swapped her with his perverted workmate… They began their ride, slowly at first, gently, caringly, though it soon speeded up to a trot, and her eyes closed as with a groan it became a gallop, a mad race to a finishing. She gasped as i supported himself on my left elbow and began fondling her left breast with my right hand. Moaning gently as i slid my cock move further and further into her.. Even in her drunken state she could sense that my cock was thicker and longer than her husbands even though he wasn’t much different in physique, as i began to thrust into her faster and harder and grip her breast tighter. She couldn’t help moan out loud to some of my thrusts and the more she tried to suppress any noise. .have a drink and talk? Yea! That's it...night cap and conversation. That would be pleasant...There was the whir and click as the door recognized its key...he pushed inward standing to the side to let her in. Her feet were killing her in those shoes, so she removed them and stepped inside with murmured thanks. It was a nice room in the Uptown area, close enough that if she was called away for an emergency ...wouldn't take long to get there. She heard the click of the door shutting.......then. ”“I feel your breathing.”“Mmmmm. I love you, you know.”Reveries relying on diesel tugboats are not the most reliable of things. When they disengaged from their task, they signaled by blatts from very powerful air horns.“I guess that’s a sign,” she said.“Yeah...” I wiggled morning wood into delightful contact. “Or not...”“Come on, cap’n. You KNOW we’ll have time out on the waterway...”The two of us have the morning routine, several of ‘em, actually, down pat. This one is the ‘we want to have a.