After a few movements and turns he suggested that we get a beer. Not ever having drunk any beer I tried to refuse, he said that he could not drink a w...ole beer and would split one with me. I was sitting in the chair in the living room as Bruce opened the beer and poured it into two glasses. As Bruce made his way back to the living room his feet got caught in the covers on the floor and Bruce stumbled and wasted both glasses on me. Drenched and smelling like beer Bruce tried to mop the beer. He drives through several miles of jungle to a large house that looks like something out of Gilligan's island but on steroids. Bubo my shop keeper tells us that we own the beach for a half mile in each direction, and that we should settle ourselves in he's used to running the shop by himself. We let ourselves in and are shocked to find that this house even though at looks low tech on the outside has everything. We find the kitchen and bar fully stocked. We also find a range rover and a few. I was curious about something, and so for the first time I started looking at the guys in the pictorials that had them.I wasn't exactly converted. Women were soft, round, wet... cute. Guys were, well, guys. Hard (not just there), rough, angular. But maybe I got a little more used to the idea. A cock was an interesting thing, mine was pretty interesting (it certainly got a lot of my attention) and I started to think the other ones I saw in the magazine were kind of interesting too. Maybe I could. You want this Sylvia don’t you. Her head nodded she couldn’t speak and neither could I Frank was going to spank her there was no doubt.His hand was moving down her back heightening the tension then he began rubbing over her firm white ass cheeks up and down each cheek, and then swoosh fast and forceful the first blow, then a second third on and on. I could see the hand prints appear only to be obliterated by the following blows. The most amazing thing was Sylvia had tears in her eyes running.