.. in 1936. (It's still the center of the lower 48.) From Tulsa to San Francisco, it's pretty close to seventeen hundred miles. From Tulsa to Boston i... close to fifteen hundred. Bangor, Maine has better seafood. But people sing about 'Old Cape Cod' and they had never heard a song about Bangor. Cape Cod? Look out! Here they come.It's still a hell of a long flight. Seven hours ... don't complain ... today, it's 25 hours by car on the freeways. They did it in two days.It didn't take very long for. So as we were on the river banks and in winter at night there's only very fiew people passing by... we went behind a tree and she went down to her knese... that was really good although it was cold outside. her warm mouth was making it good. but then I was feeling embarassed and i helped her getting up, and I went down.she tasted very sweet (usualy I dislike the taste of it) but she was not terrible. and i was licking and putting my tongue inside a bit, she loved it. she was moaning and I had. I couldnt even finish my sentence and she already agreed, so we took a cab and went into my room.After few more shots and some smart talk, i couldn stop starring at the breasts..they were so ferm, and my cock was rock solid, thinking about how much i want to see her naked. I think she noticed that because she told me:"What are you waiting for? I know you want me really bad, u cant even hear me talkin right?" Umm..wha? What? i couldnt hear you.." i said. After that she begun to kiss me with her. Pulling off his tie, he glanced into Amanda's bedroom as he walked past. It was empty. He stopped for a moment thinking about his 12-year old daughter. She had changed this past year. On the brink of womanhood, Amanda was part little girl, part woman. These past four months of unemployment had given him an opportunity to get to know his daughter better. They had spent a lot of time together. He was going to miss being here when she came home from school.Moving on down the hall, Jared entered.