. the races wore her out. The party after didn't help either.Late in the day, the Lighthouse at Frankfort was sighted and a turn to starboard was made... The channel to Aux Becs Scies Lake (Betsie Lake) is wide and deep.Frankfort and her sister town Elberta, were once an important port on the northern end of Lake Michigan. There were two massive piers for the use of Lake shipping and a railcar ferry steamed to Wisconsin with a load of freight daily. There was a major rail terminus with roundhouse. “He’s certainly handsome,” I said, “but can he hit.”My comment was not an idle one. The Hammer, nickname, seemed to be one of reverse psychology, like calling a tall man short. There was no doubt Joe Crawford was quick on his feet and probably a very technically proficient boxer, but I had been around enough boxing in my marriage to Jason to know how hard they can hit.“He’s holding back with his sparring partners,” Felix rationalized, “but your right with those chiseled looks and that fair. They were playing, caressing, squeezing, and pinching it. Some of them even inserted their finger along with his cock to feel the warmth and softness of her mouth. Astonishingly, each man had a bigger cock than his predecessor. Some of them even had circumcised cocks. The chief had the biggest one and she was really struggling to accommodate him in her mouth. I could see that she was enjoying the situation. After an hour or so, two of the men approached her and started wiping off the paste from. The reward he had grown accustomed to in the past had been neglected. He was highly aroused, his balls aching, the tip of his prick peeking out. He walked with Nancy down the stairs, expecting to have the pressure in his balls relieved at any moment.Nancy walked through the house, a smile growing on her face. "The living room," she said. "Damn." The idea of stripping in the living room excited her. She had never even done that at home.She walked to the window, Thor sniffing at her ass. His cold.