It's just a tributary of a much larger river, so it might not have a name. It's really only a crick." A crick?" A creek. A small river. Less useful fo...r transport. I'll see if I can find the name."We're mostly drifting, paddling only enough to keep the canoe in the flow and properly aimed. The current does the work. The stream meanders a lot and being in the front allows me to be the first to see around each bend. Not far along, I see a blue canoe tied along the bank and I turn to look at Chuck.. I can remember a bit more now but they are only hazy memories with some guy who’d taken a liking to me. I struggle with my memory, but can’t remember the conversation for the life of me. Feeling so close, yet so far from figuring out what I told him. He chuckles. Oh how I love that sound! My body responds to it more that his speech and I feel my womanhood clench hard. I moan again, feeling very exposed in my situation, even if I am still fully clothed. Again, I beg my brain to give me a hint; a. I need lots of time. I need lots of space ... personal space. Is that clear enough for you? I don't even have enough space to think!" Well, Honey, I guess I'm a little slow. Just what did you have in mind?" Maybe we should start seeing other people.Baby, things are moving way too fast for me." Well, Joe, things are just moving too fast for me." Geez, Candy. We've been living together for two years. Just how slow do you want to go?" Joe, baby, it's not just the speed. I think, well, maybe we. But to get ready for your cock, I knew I needed to practice with more than most men had to offer. I've seen Daddy and Bryan's dicks, after all, and Angie told me about your dad's dick."Dave smiled at her emphasis on the word 'told'. His father did indeed have a freakish cock, since its seven-inch length was equalled by its maximum circumference, making for a diameter of nearly two-and-one-quarter inches. When trying to prove a point about cocks being too large, Alan told Dave that he always had.