" One of us would be more than we've got now," Bud said. "The heck of it is, if it's just one person, who do we send? Gil, it just about comes down to...you." Yeah," Gil said. "I know that. If we could even get permission for three, I think I'd be a lot more comfortable, but there's going to be a limit to what I could do by myself. I figure with three, I go, I've been in the area, got a good idea of what I'm looking for. Steve goes, so we're not dependent on interpreters. Rod goes, because I'm. All he needs to understand is that he will be expected to support our family and never use this against me in any way. Mike, what are your rules for Jim? I may have few as well.”I answered her, “I have a few and I am sure he will not want to agree to a couple of them. But for me to do this the right way he needs to be more open-minded. Do you think he can see his way through this?”“I will make sure he sees you are doing the best thing for us and to not rock the boat here.”“I hope so because I. From Copenhagen I sailed up the east coast of Sweden, and near Stockholm entered the Gota Canal, where we (that is, the boat and I) sailed through pine forests and fairy-tale villages for a ten days before emerging on the southwest coast of Sweden north of Gothenburg, and quite near the Norwegian border. We found time to drift westward, to Oslo, but as our days grew shorter and the breezes cooler it was becoming apparent that the time to head south was upon us. I considered Norway but soon knew. I swallowed as much as I could – knowing I was hooked on eating cum – and let the rest dribble out of my mouth, down my chin and onto Lilly’s balls. I was roughly shoved aside as Sam launched herself into the puddles, lapping it up and rubbing her face all over the drenched cock and balls in front of her.Lilly reached for me and pulled me to her where we exchanged our first sensuous and serious kiss – so much of her cum, her essence, still in my mouth, on my lips, in my hair and splattered.