Cherry had just topped the two hundred dollar mark, mostly in six minute increments and I felt her jaw and throat could probably use some soothing, so... I purchased a glass of wine from a guy quietly selling them at another table. Actually to get the visualization correct, picture an old black man with a purple suit, white shoes and a matching purple bowler hat, including feather, selling Dixie cups of cheap wine.Cherry and Berry were outside seeing to their latest customer so I tried it myself.. With the river the way it was I had decided it was too risky to move fast so I virtually crawled to Berri at a snails pace once there we tied up at the town wharf we now weren't far from Renmark and I had to start organising for the houseboat to go to the marina as well as our return trip to Adelaide. I left Anne and the guys to tidy the houseboat up and get ready for leaving the following morning while I nipped up to the Berri Hotel and got on the phone, I phoned my secretary as well only to. ThenDale could hear Mrs. Foster's stiletto heels clicking across the kitchenfloor as the small talk and talk about work began to continue.Dale heard the din from the kitchen start to echo in his ears. He thenfelt somewhat sleepy but he wasn't tired. It was more like a very relaxedrather than a sleepy feeling. His head began to nod as he sat there nowtotally relaxed as he continued waiting. "Well Deborah darling, time for breakfast," Mrs. Foster said a few momentslater as she helped him to. I walked two more paces to the door and grasped the handle to turn it. By the time it was half turned, I had let it go and in three maybe four paces, I had crossed the lounge and was pushing my body up against hers. My hands instantly pulled at her top until it was free from her skirt and with some urgency, I pushed my hands up and under her blouse, cupping her lovely silky smooth breasts under her already loosened bra.I kissed the back of her neck as I squeezed her flesh; both of us breathing.