“I’ll have to check.” He said, “I’ll get back to you ... this number?”“Yup ... only one we got.”We hadn’t heard a thing a week later...“We haven’t heard from you and feet wet is calling.”“God ... I really hate to tell you this...”There was a really long pause ... long enough that I said, “Still there?”“Historically ... you can’t set foot ashore on Wisconsin, Illinois, Indiana, Ohio, Minnesota ... or Ontario.”“That’s a lot of leeway ... I thought there was a border.”“Those states claim the lakes. The clear fluid ran over her hands and she started upward slowly, the oil melting into the silken skin of his cock. As she reached the head she relaxed her grip and rotated the palm of her hand around the hand before closing the fingers into a fist once again. She noticed the white streaks which formed around the web of skin at her thumb. She didn't know what it was but it always did form. Another slow stroke downward commenced. Thakur shuddered as his foreskin was stretched back and he jerked. After a couple of minutes of attention, I could feel him relax and lay his head back against the chaise once again. He had given himself over to me!I began to develop a rhythm and licked from the base to the tip and back again three or four times, then took it as deep in my mouth as I could, sucking gently. By this time, Chuck was rolling his hips back and forth on the chaise and occasionally raising himself to enter me a little deeper. He was moaning again, louder this time, and I could feel. “By God” he pulled out a condom. Truly, this was a guy who knew what the hell he was doing. My whole mood changed. I was “ON” for this now. My body was aching for fulfillment. The masturbation sessions had prepared me for his initial penetration, but nothing would ever feel as wondrous as the sensation of having that thick beast pushing its way into my body. G. was gentle but firm. I think he might have figured I was unsure about doing this, but he didn’t waste time.