There was so much booze and so much food! Uncle Steve was a barbecue expert. He prepared steak and salmon, and amazing kabobs. He can cook too? He mus... be the total package, I thought.Everyone was very nice and easy to use visit with. I mingled with all of uncle Steve’s friends, and the wives and girlfriends. I even spent some time chatting with Vanessa. She was actually really easy to talk to. Very friendly. I couldn’t get over how beautiful she was. Brad was playing the tough guy and didn't. I took the knife now for uncle and went back to his room. As I entered I saw uncle was changing his dress. On other days, if my aunt was present, uncle would certainly use a towel or turn back to the wall, but today to my utter disbelief, he was changing it openly. It seemed to me as if he was waiting for me and as soon as I entered his room, he started to pull down his lungi. His vest was already off and now he was standing naked except for his shorts. I dropped my eyes from directly looking. That made it different. So why hadn’t I heard about it before? It wasn’t as if there were no old properties held by the family. For the most part, they were homes much like my grandfather’s estate. Like wealth, the older, the more prestige.From this report, this property would make it the oldest of the family’s holdings. Yet no one had mentioned it that I could recall. Not even my grandfather.I thought to myself, “Aww, Grandfather? What do you have me getting into?” it looked like I would have. Then she backed off, and gestured for Wendy to take over. Her gleaming smile beaming widely, Wendy stepped up to take over, using her teeth to ever-so-slowly slide Brad’s zipper down another inch. When she was done, before Wendy backed off, she planted a kiss through the fabric still covering Brad’s gorgeous cock that ANY healthy woman would crave, and Wendy could now feel him pulse rapidly and repeatedly against her face, even through the fabric. Wendy nearly swooned and fainted with her.