1., but you can please yourselves, and I'm sure you will"Interstishul' yer say?"There I is, sat in a corner of the local's bar in the 'Jovial Tar'. Wh...t a bloody daft name that be. 'Twere the Jolly Sailor afore all they buggers from up London moved inter t'village an' landlord thort 'twere too commin fer the likes o' they, so 'ee got the brewry ter change it. Anyways, I'm wi my mate George an' ee's just used this big werd."S'right," says George, blowin the froth off 'is beer. I ain't never too. 'Sorry? What's this', I said, confused. 'It'll give you more…space down there, and Linda will think more of you as a baby', Natasha said. She suddenjly wore a pink rubber apron over her black satin blouse and black leather skirt. Bri stood up from the bed, slipped off her white lab coat and was standing next to me in just her bra, panties and black hold-up stockings. 'Try it', she said in a hoarse voice, 'for Linda.' And I did. I dropped my pants, unbuttoned my shirt and put on the dress. It. As her right hand began to stroke Jack's extra long erection ... jutting forth like a cattle prod in his dress pants! "Oh my heaven's, love!" Jenny gasped "What on Earth is THIS!" Jack grinned, and said "THAT, my dear ... is all for you!"She groaned ... as the stud sucked on her neck, "I...I saw a glimpse of it at the Airport - but my word - it's so huge!" After a couple of minutes of these hot embraces ... Jenny broke away, saying, "Oh, Jack, let's go to the bedroom already. I'm so hot to make. The river appeared to be about half a mile wide but in the middle of the city did not seem very impressive. What was more interesting was that we were just outside of Busch Stadium, the home of the Cardinals, and if we looked north we could see the Gateway Arch.When we got there and I told him this was it; he had the same reaction that I had had when I did my first crossing."That's it?" That's it."I brought the rig up to speed and headed onto Interstate 70; next stop Terre Haute, Indiana. We'd.