Ray tried many times to teach me what he looked for in a property, that intangible something that made one investment stand out over another. I caught...on a little bit, but I never approached Ray's expertise in the field. He had an eye for values, and seemed to know exactly where the path of progress was heading.One day in March of 1972, my father, Ray and I were driving over to look at a small farm outside of Norwich that had come onto the market. Ray had heard about it from one of his lady. “God, Mac, I don’t know how much more I can handle tonight!” she protested.“You’ll handle this. Come over to the chair and sit down,” he instructed. “And close your eyes, too.”She didn’t argue, and she was happy that she hadn’t when she felt the brush glide through her hair.“Oh, my God,” Grace purred. “You’re right. I’ll handle this.”Mac brushed her long, red hair and watched her nearly become part of the chair.“My bones feel like noodles; you have relaxed me so,” she sighed with her eyes still. I felt very wicked and strangely excited as I slowly removed the underwear. I spread my towel and gave as many people as possible an intimate view of my rear then sat on the towel with my legs apart. Pete had a partial erection as did several of the males who now openly gawked at me. “Awesome,” Pete whispered. I heard a giggle from the woman nearby and saw her partner’s erect cock briefly before he turned onto his stomach. Pete mumbled, “I need a dip in the cold ocean, be back in a minute,” he. I can smell the pre-cum that’s coating the head of your cock. Rubbing my cheek against your engorged shaft I revel in the satiny soft skin of your penis that encases such an iron hard erection. Rubbing my face against you, some of your pre-cum coats my cheek right next to my mouth. Making sure you are watching, I slide my tongue out and slowly lick it off my face, teasing you. My nipples are still hard from when you had toyed with them before. Loving every minute of teasing you, I can feel.