A few years ago, Frank decided to do a little experiment and documented his progress along the way. He dubbed this experiment: Cum Across America: A Cross Country Taste Test. This is part 3 of Frank’s story. If you haven’t already, you will want to read part 1 of Frank’s story, and part 2 of Frank’s story, first.
Henry’s Cum in My Mouth Seemed Like a Dream
I could have stopped in New Hampshire, of course. But all these little New England states are so small compared to Nevada. I was through it in just a couple hours. Had lunch in a little town named Gotham, like from Batman, right before I cut through the mountains towards Vermont.
The longer I drove, the more Henry’s cum in my mouth seemed like a dream. I imagined I could still feel it in my stomach. But the weather shifted from clear to cloudy, which worried my; then back to clear; then over to cloudy again, a dark rumbling roll of blackness that had me hunched over my steering wheel defensively, studying the twisty roads and the green walls of trees with worried eyes.
My Visit to Robin’s Retreat
Then I was down into Vermont, where the mountains turned to hills and the land into dairy-farm country. It never really followed through on the promise of a downpour where I was; the heavy clouds swept past to the south. It was just a steady drizzle that caught me as I pulled into the B&B. My first and last self-picked stop, a place called Robin’s Retreat, down a gravel track past massive chestnut trees.
The drive stopped abruptly as the trees ended, a wooden gate blocking access to a large fenced-in meadow, with the old farmhouse sitting snugly on the left overlooking the scene. It was full of wildflowers, and even in the rain it was lovely.
He Came Out When He Heard My Car
Robin himself was a guy about my own height, with broad shoulders and a short brown beard. He had twinkling eyes and a solid grip, big hands and a little bit of black curly hair poking out of the top of his t-shirt. He came out when he heard the car , umbrella in hand, smile on his face.
Waved his hand out over the fields while he held the umbrella for me, said it was a beautiful day for a drive; I couldn’t really agree. I hauled my case out of the car and across the drive into the mudroom, and he talked about the place while he showed me the way up to the room.
That’s it for today, pets. Check back tomorrow for part 4 of Frank’s ongoing story, Cum Across America: A Cross Country Taste Test.
Until next time, cocksuckers!
What a great idea! Sucking cocks across the country! That way you get a little of all of the flavors of the nation! *giggle*
Apparently, Frank’s quite the slut. You’ll never believe how many parts this story is going to have!