.. I mean ... Are you kidding me?” gabbled my friend.“Tusker, I can’t take it with me. Maybe someday something that professor figures out can sa...ve me, right? Besides, money isn’t something I covet just to be rich. It’s a tool, and what better way to use it than something like this,” I responded.“Holy fucking shit!” he exclaimed, which set all the kids to giggling.Marilyn looked at our offspring and scolded them. “Just because Uncle Tusker said a bad word doesn’t mean you get to.”“Do we get to. But only if you promise not to waste a drop.’ Truth was that I was getting damn close to cumming and couldn’t have stopped it anyway, but she didn’t have to know that.‘I promise I won’t spill a drop, sir.’ She looked so hot. Down on her knees. Sucking my cock like the champ that she was. Coated in her spit that was dripping off my cock.I could feel my balls swelling and my legs getting stiff. She must have felt it too, she had a hand on my balls the whole time she was sucking me off. I could. After we ate I was cleaning the kitchen and Jim stood up and I could see his cock was starting to grow, god he is one horny man, just my type. He walked around behind me and said those dishes can wait I can't. Really I said. He walked up and I could feel the heat of his big dick even before it touched my ass, and as he stepped forward I opened my legs to let him in and he slid all the way past my nutsack and I clamped my legs around him. He started kissing my neck and pinching my nipples which. As we descended from the river bluffs, I could see that we were in for an exciting visit. A beautiful golf course lay on one side of the river and a wooded island lay across the water. A freight train passed over us on a trestle bridge. I could see a causeway that led out to the island. At the end of the causeway was a one vehicle at-a-time bridge.It was very evident that the water stretching out in front of us was not the main section of the river. It appeared to be a portion of the river that.