The biggest Veela clan in Europe, if not the world. Full-blooded Veela dominated our numbers, but more often than not their mates were human. The Veel... genetics became more diluted as it was passed down a generation, and being hunted for our hair (or simply the loathing of our nature) didn't help matters either.By the twentieth century the clan had been reduced to just sixty and only a quarter of those were full-blooded Veela. My grandmother was one of them.The mayhem that Gellert Grindelwald. He had spent every dollar he had and all he could borrow fixing up his wonderful ship. Popeye had come with her and as a matter of fact it was he that introduced the captain to the Sea Witch. They were now living out their dream to be sailing her day after day in the warm waters here off the Mexican coast. After dinner Dan and Ginger went up on deck to enjoy the sunset as the ship moved easily thru some light swells that rocked the ship like a cradle; Dan retired to the cabin to change and. The water came up to his waist as he stood in the pool soaking in the quiet calm waters. Bran thought the man was very beautiful, he could think these thoughts now, he was alone and wasnt held to standards like before. The stranger looked to be tall, maybe not as tall as his father but he looked like a Lord, only younger. His skin was flawless and tanned he must be from the South, he didnt have the rough, hardened look of the Northerners. He had a trail of dark hair down the middle of his. When the four of us were all soaped up, Gabbi’s mom suggested I should wash her. I took my time rubbing her body with the bar of soap, my slippy hands sliding all over her, feeling every part of the older woman’s body, caressing her breasts as I washed them, them reaching between her legs, to feel her pussy as I washed her down there. I was expecting someone to tell me to stop, but didn’t hear anyone. I looked over and to my astonishment I saw Gabbi on her knees in the shower, soaping her dad’s.