The only thing holding back my raging, hard cock from her eyes was my tight white undies, which she now focused her attention on.She moved her hand al...ong my cotton-clothed hard shaft, feeling it. She touched the wetness coming through the material of my pre-cum. She brought her finger to her mouth and slowly tasted it, running her finger in and out of her mouth in a slow manner. I was overwhelmed with lust, my cock twitching to my heartbeat.She knelt and ever so slowly pulled my white. Now Hank is a good looking, well, stud, I guess I would have to say. He's in his late thirties, blond, and built like a somewhat aging body builder. He hasn't gone to seed, but he is starting down that road. Hank has just a hint of a paunch, but no love handles yet.Hank doesn't have jowls either, but his face and neck are well fleshed out. His hair is starting to thin. Apparently, he does have a very large cock, or so I assume from the very large bulge that results in his pants every time he. Once Caleb reached her left collar bone, she was practically aching for more of his touch. Ellie had a strong grip on his upper arms and his back. He was making her feel really good and she intended to return the favor. She was lightly running her hands and nails up his back, across his shoulder blades and down his sides. Every time she got to his ribs, he would moan and bite down softly on her collarbone or neck. He pulled her hands away from his body and pinned them above her head, holding. We have gone about 35 miles the last two days and should arrive at the Umatilla River tomorrow. Everybody is looking forward to having a ready source of water available. We will be following the foothills west until we hit the Columbia River.August 21, 1847We spent last night cuddling and kissing. Elizabeth wanted to cuddle tonight after we went to bed. After that we simply slept.We began by crossing the Umatilla River today without any problems. The river is about 30 feet wide and perhaps knee.