Calving ice created ice bergs that became Michigan’s inland lakes.Lots of rolling wavy hills with many lakes. The closer to the Michigan westcoast t...e Goose flew the more visible ancient beaches. Lake Michigan was lots bigger during the glacier retreat. We flew over a small lake that matched the lake that David had me look up on Google.“Junior ... wake up.”“Wassit?” She groaned.“I think we’re here.”“Okay.” But not really.“I can’t land ... wait ... water ... not land?”“Alighting ... but seaplane. As she took over, we headed west on I-40 and talked about how much longer we would drive. We'd "gained" an hour coming from the eastern to central time zones, and it was only 4:00 or so."It's about an hour and a half to Little Rock," I said. "Or, we could push it, and be nearly out of Arkansas by 7, and stop there." That sounds like a good idea," Jen said. "Is that what you did when you drove out to California?" Well, not exactly," I said, hesitatingly. I was hoping Jen wouldn't look over and. “Good, now open your mouth . . .”Your cock is thick and hard, and I immediately recognize the taste of the cherry lube from my nightstand as you hold me down on the mattress and slowly begin to fuck my mouth. I feel one hand slide down my back and into my panties, your lubed fingers slip inside of me and you probe me as you continue to thrust into my mouth. “Yeah Krissy,” you moan. “I’ve wanted this for a long time . . . and now you’re MINE, aren’t you?”Since my mouth is full, I nod. At my. I moved back to looking at him straight on, and slowly moved in closer, then took a tentative lick around his head. I loved the sensation of contact with his cock, and Mike laid his head back and moaned. "Oh, suck it. Please!" He took my head in his hands and directed me down. I opened up and put his fat dick in my mouth, and all the memories came back in a flash, all three of the guys that I had blown, but better; now I had a man's cock in my mouth and started to give him a proper.