He failed to mention that his grandfather was a banker and heartlessly foreclosed on a loan to drive my great grandfather off the property so he could...buy it for a song. He also didn't tell you that bankruptcy drove my great grandfather insane. His wife left him and he went to live deep in the bayou..."Shanti's voice was beginning to be tinged with venom."... where he lived with a black woman for the remainder of his life. They had twelve children, seven of them girls and he, in his insanity,. I unzipped, got my hard cock out and stood watching and stroking. A fellow standing by me was doing the same so I felt him and he did the same for me. I was eager to become involved in more of the action! It was incredibly stimulating and thrilling and so I have done my best to remember what happened. I sat down next to man who was gently stroking a huge thick cock of about 9". I had removed my underwear so that nothing would get in the way. I opened up my trousers, undid my shirt and displayed. It wasn't enough. Her slip was in the way so he had to lift that as well. A nice panty of white underwear was next. Finally he saw his wife's wonderful delicate white fanny flesh dancing in front of his face."Ken, you goof, stop stalling and tell me if you can see the spot where I was stung? How bad is it? I hope the swelling too bad. Do you think we have to go back to the estate?"As soon as she said it she regretted it. However Ken did not immediately reply. What in the world was taking him so. He was giving us instructions on sailing ( Brad knows how to already, but knew I wanted to learn more) and had me tying ropes, releasing sails and updating navigational skills via the on board read outs. Perhaps it was the fact that once we were away from the Shute Harbor jetty that I took off my bikini top and let my All Natural boobs feel the sea air, or even that I swapped a sensible bikini bottoms for a Lycra Black G-string, but Captain Willis seemed more preoccupied with me, then actually.