Anyway, we got close enough for Sue, who was in the bow of our houseboat, to open a conversation.She was wearing her pistol, but that was only prudent...for any woman at this time, especially one who was as young and pretty as Sue. Sue waved, and the kids and women waved back. The men nodded, so things looked good so far. Sue said, "Hello, we are traveling upriver, and we wondered if you were interested in trading information."That got a favorable response, especially from the women, and. I had my hand around beer number two, when I spotted something that got me thinking. Dangling from the side of the box of Sandy's old clothes was a T-shirt with "South County High Track" stenciled across the front. I wandered across the room and picked it up. It was a leftover from Sandy's brief stint on the girl's cross country team when she was a freshman, and it had been through the wash so many times that the letters were flaking off, but the shirt still gave me an idea. Just because Cathy. She can’t take as much as I can, so she makes up for it using her hand on the long shaft, as she pumps her mouth up and down. I take my breasts completely out of their lace casing, and rub the hard nipples all around you huge cock. Lilly takes her breasts out and does the same thing, sometimes rubbing her breasts on me in the process.You start to buck your hips frantically, as we squeeze our breasts around your giant spike, our tongues darting out and licking the long shaft. You growl. My beautiful young wife and I were celebrating our wedding, and our honeymoon. But it was not what I had in mind. We had been coerced into having a big expensive wedding by my soon to be wife’s family. Traditionally the groom is only responsible for picking up the tab for the rehearsal dinner. But her family did not have the money for the wedding, so I felt pressured to kick in for most of it too. That sucked up nearly all my saved cash for the special honeymoon that my girlfriend and I.