What do I think about? What is my focus? I wondered what Gina was doing right now… maybe the same thing. I know she always packed a couple of toys o...r maybe she found some guy or gal to play with. I know what she does on these business endeavors, because she tells me everything. I didn’t mind her ventures, in fact they actually enhance our sex. When Gina would come home and tell me of her sexual indiscretions in detail, we would play around and make love for hours! So noisily at times, I’m. The river might wander to Hell and gone but you are still a resident of the state you were in before the switch.(That was a gratuitous aside from consulting maps.)There are no marinas in New Orleans. I know ... we looked ... and then searched and after that ... we hunted. There are NO marinas in New Orleans. No marinas ... no place to park the Vellamo. With no place to park we have to move on.Coming within paint scrapings of Buttercup, a New Orleans river tug ... and being severely cussed at in. I pulled it out and quickly smeared more of my juices around my hole and finger and then fed it back in a bit deeper. My orgasm was so powerful that I forced my finger to continue sliding deeper and deeper as I thrust my hips off the bed. Every nerve in me was screaming for me to stop. Now my three fingers in my cunt felt the finger in my ass and my orgasm brutally attacked my entire body. My fingers duelled against each other through the thin wall of my cunt as my body bucked and spasmed all. I lubed my cock as I watched her wiggling ass and then I lubed her asshole and put some in her ass with my fingers. She was moaning from me finger fucking her ass a bit, so I could tell she was ready. I moved up behind her and pressed my cockhead into her asshole slowly. My cock is big enough that I know I can't just pack her in one thrust. I finally got my cock fully buried in her ass and began stroking in and out and she started groaning in a half-conscious way. Then I heard the familiar.