Up until now, I had enjoyed a few incidents with various guys at school. But, as much as I had liked these encounters they were paltry compared with w...at was now unfolding before me. Kent was, after all, a real man.After pushing his shorts down to below his dick and balls, a beautiful uncut cock proudly stood to attention before me. I had always been fascinated by hooded knobs because my numbskull father had decided to have me circumcised as a child.I almost began to salivate as Kent gripped. I had witnessed this before and just kept on working, no faster or harder, just kept on. I worked along a line that went over the shoulder and down her arm, a very sensitive area and Natasha moaned. I continued working, she adjusted herself and as I resumed I could feel the heat of her skin and feel the ever so slight rocking in the chair.Forty five minutes into the Tattoo I had the base out line done and I was ready for a break. I told her I was at a good place for a break and was going to. In that instant I felt a caress, a brush wiping off my armpit.I immediately turned around helplessly to see who it was but couldn’t make out. Encouraged by my inability to pinpoint the culprit, I felt more hands on my body, caressing everything they could in public. My waist was grabbed and felt, my boobs were groped, pressed hard, my neck fondled (which is a major turn-on point for me) and my ass squeezed.Every second felt like an hour with so many random strangers exploring every inch of my. Have fun.”It only took me a few moments to remember my granddaddy always wrote birthdays in the European way, that is Day Month Year…no comma. Granddaddy’s birthday was 14 August 1931 so the password was either 14August1931 or 14Aug1931. To shorten this story I will skip the details of my family and go directly to two of the secrets that applied to my granddaddy. The first had to do with his birth. His mother, my great grandmother, often told stories about how crazy she was. Her story.