Of Michigan.Right in the very middle is a black framed picture of Albert Fromm, Husband, Father and Engineer, over an original Jean Fromm oil portrait...of the Edmond Fitzgerald. That portrait was surrounded by twenty-eight photos of the officers and crewmen ... lost eleven years ago this coming November just short of Whitefish Bay on the Big Lake.There are photos of Pro Football players, Princes, Olympic Gold Medal Sailors, Authors and convicts. The winter lake is heavily featured with the ice. Their daughters kissed my cock. Tongues licked it, especially Daisy's. She fluttered up and down my slit, working out the precum. I groaned, my face contorting in delight. My hands flexed and relaxed. This felt incredible here. My heart pounded hot blood through my veins. I groaned, savoring every moment of this. My three daughters were loving my cock all at the same time.“Best birthday since that one nineteen-years-ago,” I groaned. “Damn, that's good. That's really good. You three... You three. Oh god I yelled as Mark pulled out his big dick free from my pussy, this gave me time to quickly wank Jason and suck him after I didn’t pay him to much attention due to the fact Mark had given my ass a good pounding. After a couple more minutes of me sucking Jason’s dick I let go and turned around now lying on my back as I opened my legs for Mark once more. He moved my thongs to one side and pushed his big dick back into my now soaking wet pussy as Jason got beside me and gave me his cock to. He loved thebirds foraging in the trees and the rascally rabbits scurrying in thepaddocks, and he adored the rural view of the fields beyond with theircattle and sheep. Most of all he loved the genuine enthusiasm ofDeborah to share it all with him. He listened attentively to herdescriptions of local wildlife and shrieked with giggles when theychased each other and hid in the bushes like schoolchildrenLeft with Debbie as his only companion he became alive to her humour,and when he laughed, his.