The boys looked very similar to me. The girls seemed to fall into three different groups. One group was of tall white blonde girls with almost no tits... The second group was girls that still had a bit of baby fat, were slightly tanned brunettes, and had cone shaped breasts. Finally, the third group had fully developed tits, black hair and flared hips. The odd thing about the last group was that skin color did not seem to matter. All of the older girls had enough hair over their pussy to have the. The couple was looking to have a man join them for some mutual pleasure. What was really great was I got a great reply from the person and they sounded interested in discussing further. After just a couple emails we figured out that we at least had enough common in and our ideas matched pretty well. They were looking for a local male to join them in 3 some pleasures, he was an oral bottom and I was oral top, see how nice that works out. We agreed that when his girlfriend returned we should. Too small a boat would likely mean I couldn’t comfortably live on it if I chose to go out for several days, too big a boat meant I wouldn’t be able to handle it by myself.One day I was told to go and see an elderly gentleman who apparently had a boat like I was seeking and one that he might be willing to sell. I met with the gentleman and discovered his boat was just the size I was seeking. During a prolonged visit with the gentleman, I learned that he had fished by himself using that boat for. Seemingly of its own accord, my gaze slid over and landed on the sign.That last line stood out ...the winds of change will surely blow. A chillran up my spine.We were halfway down the boardwalk when I grabbed Andy's arm."Hey, what gives?" he said as he pulled his arm from my grasp."I think we should take that necklace back."He looked at me as if I had lost my mind. Maybe I had. "And let thatlunatic bitch with her crazy sign have the last laugh? Not a chance." There's something weird going on..