It was all Donna could do to handle her father's rod, which seemed larger than even Uncle Larry's huge apparatus. It was stiff already and so thick th...t it threatened to dislocate her jaw. But Donna had learned a lot about sex and soon adjusted, loving the size and thickness of Donald's prick.She rubbed her tits against the man and then ground the rest of her body into Donald's huge, powerful physique. It felt like she was disappearing into the man's bulk, all but her pussy which had continued. "Do you really like it? We can buy a couple and it could be like, your trademark."I didn't think I could walk around the school wearing this hat, but it might make in impression during jazz band."Yes. This whole place is great! Look at those hats over there with the corks on the brim!" Those are brush hats," Kristen said, smiling. "The corks are to keep the mosquitoes and other bugs from landing on your face." Cool! Let's get that one!"Kristen shook her head. "Oogie's right. There are worse. You are hundreds of feet above the big lake and the views are spectacular.There are 140 lake freighters and an unknown number of ‘salties,’ ocean going ships, carrying the commerce of the nation and the world on the Great Lakes. The odds are good that one or more ships are in sight day or night.There are many recreational craft on the waters, many are sail powered and a few are impressive in size. A telephoto lens might bring crew into focus. Sail boats and all over tans go together.South. She was tanned, toned and terrific. The three T’s I gave her, and her tits, well they were spectacular; something you would only see in a plastic surgeon's display case. They were as firm and full as I could ever wish for. The way they pressed into her tight dress made it hard to not notice their amazing shape. She walked with a strut that could make any man drop to his knees and want to crawl to her. She was my goddess, and I knew I had to have her. I wanted her in every way possible - on her.