" We were able to buy a blaster and the sand. The hopper on the blaster was not very big, but it would probably work for one project. We had to pick u... a load of cola, beer, and canned goods. The taxis really stuck it to us for bringing it to Caulker. We finally got loaded and headed home. We had plenty of help to unload and move the supplies. Leta was having a hard time visualizing the pirate boat but I promised her it would work just fine. The treasure crew had brought in the pile boat crew. I was still trying to catch my breath when my husband took me by the hand and led me to the “playroom”. It was actually a large covered patio with comfortable outdoor furniture and a fireplace. I couldn’t believe my eyes when we walked in; it looked like an orgy was taking place. Naked bodies were everywhere. Some couches had so many people intertwined, it was hard to tell who belonged to who. I guess it didn’t matter. It looked like a free-for-all was going on. My husband and I found a spot on. In whichever language she sung, apparently chosen by whimsy, no one could misconstrue the passion, the longing, the pathos and sadness she expressed.The good humour continued well into the dusk and the subsequent feasting. Ivory was happy to kneel in her lover's shadow and chat with the other women. No man would dare speak to her while she enjoyed the Chief's protection. The animation in Ivory's laughs and chuckles didn't need the stimulus of inebriation. Every now and then, Ivory's ears and. There were a lot of discoveries that evening. Chuck’s discovery was that just putting your finger in a girl doesn’t guarantee anything at all. He expected the girls to explode in ecstasy, and demand to be fucked.That was not to be.The girls discovered that simply having a boy’s finger in your pussy didn’t mean it would end up the same way as when you put your own finger in your pussy. What he was doing felt good, but it wasn’t quite right. Or at least effective. They both discovered that.