It had a natural four-inch hang to the right. Abby gave out a girly sort of laugh.“Oh my god Brad what a beautiful looking cock!” She put her righ... hand around the shaft feeling its thickness. “How big is it?”“It’s six inches when fully hard, closer to seven,” he grinned proudly.“Oh, my fuck!” Abby giggled.“You commented on the size of your tits, is my cock big enough for you? I think it’s as long as it’ll grow.”“Your cock is perfect to me. As Amber and Britney say, any more than a mouthful is. Assume that we’re going three knots, okay? Assume a 12-hour day and a 12-hour night. Traveling at a rate of three nautical miles per hour for 12 hours, we would have traveled 36 nautical miles in the dark. The horizon, on the other hand, was only four or five miles away assuming that I was ten or so feet up. Call it a maximum of ten miles from one side to the other, that I could see from the quarterdeck. Thus, there would have been about 25 miles of coastline that I completely missed while it. As the amount of stuff to be hauled started to approach the level of pain in the ass, Crystal mentioned that she had left her surfboard at Randy's parents years before, and she thought she'd like to take it to Florida, or at least have it closer at hand. It could be checked onto the airliner but only at the expense of extra baggage charges on a lot of other stuff. While they talked it around over the seat of Michelle's Mustang on the road from one ski resort to another, Scooter made the comment. There was still more than a month and a half of school left, but Rachel had basically checked out. She was barely going through the motions when it came to her schoolwork and in some cases she was blowing it off entirely. She’d failed the last couple of tests and papers she’d completed and she was dangerously approaching a bad place in terms of passing a few classes. But she had stopped caring a while back. It had been several weeks since her awful fight with Rebecca and she still wandered.