Shortly they both appear wearing long floppy t-shirts, raid the refrigerator and disappear again. Sam and I look at each other shrug. I guess who slee...s where has been settled.We take off for the brother's room and settle in for the night in the same general attire that the perky girls went to sleep wearing, that is, t-shirts. Thank goodness Sam is anything but perky.No one has ever accused me of being chatty but I get jazzed for any performance, even one on a web show, and it helps to talk a. The trick for me was to stay calm and focus on the swallowing. It wasn’t a normal kinda swallowing, but more like guiding, or making waves with the lower part of my tongue, to enable my friend Frank to go further down. Of course, I gagged lots of times, also had a bit of puke in my mouth a few times, but eventually, I figured it out. 2: I was able to slide Frank down my throat, blocking my windpipe, for eight seconds. Eight seconds! That was my record so far, but it made me really proud,. . we need you standing." We should go below." Not you, Junior ... you don't need to see this."So the females took her below and the men, boys and Junior stood on the dock and watched the Lake Boats coming down from the Soo. It was getting on in the shipping season, and there were a lot of Boats waiting to make their last few trips going up before heading for winter layup. Besides, missing out on the Winds of November was a good idea.Three of the American Locks were under repair so the Canadian. Rubbing my aching jaw from our earlier sexcapades, fearing I might have lockjaw then grinning like an escaped lunatic as I recalled her hairy pussy, suddenly so afraid she might be a werewolf I had to rush out to buy silver bullets (the ammo, not that cheesy Gary Busey movie). To my utter amazement, Winter was also a squirter! So much so I spent hours searching for a garden hose hidden in her vagina (she didn't seem to mind) but at least the snorkel and goggles helped.So still feeling amorous,.