It is, technically speaking, a creek, Otter Creek. It flows into the New Haven River. But it's wide enough and deep enough that it's navigable by smal... craft. We intend to explore it with kayaks in our free time. But we also look forward to enjoying a cool drink in the evening out on the large deck that extends out over the water at the end of the dock.We took everyone on a guided tour of the huge house. Even Jan seemed a little jealous at times. Our new home is only slightly larger than hers.. God, I loved thatboy.It turned out to be a great class that day. The students got into thespirit of the exercise and they truly seemed to enjoy the poetry. Eventhe shy students seemed to rise to the occasion, since I had told each ofthem to choose a piece of poetry that they understood and that theyliked. Bill Simpson chose to read "Casey at the Bat," a hackneyed choicethat might have caused some teachers to grade him down for the use ofsuch a popular poem. Bill was embarrassed, I could. Realizing it felt kinda good, he waited until she finished and stepped down to the cockpit floor. Without warning, she got a dose of her own medicine as his beer byproduct soaked her crotch and moved upwards to tickle her breasts. Laughing and dripping, they jumped overboard and then rinsed the cockpit with buckets of lake water. From then on, both were watchful for a yellow ambush but enjoyed when it happened.Benny kept looking for new places to explore. Google Earth showed him a place farther. She looked at Rennefer’s swollen labia, blood red and shining with the juices of love. Her nose scented Rennefer’s sexual aroma, and it was like being in the land of Punt. Rennefer’s sex reminded her of a ripe fig, freshly cut. Its flavour and sweetness, was exquisite. Tanezem began to do what her instinct told her to, in this moment of sexual lust. She pushed her face against Rennefer’s glistening cunt. Using her tongue, she licked her from the bottom to the top. She ran her tongue around.