Joel and Sam accompanied me down to the yacht club, thinking we would just give the boat a wash, fuel it up, and go for a cruise. One look at it told ...s that wasn’t going to happen. ‘Good Lord, Pat, this thing is a mess,’ Joel moaned. ‘I’m surprised it’s still afloat,’ Sam said, shaking his head at the sorry state of what once was a lovely boat. ‘Yeah … looks like I’ve got my work cut out for me if I want to sell it,’ I grumbled. ‘Shouldn’t take more than a year or so to get it in respectable. " But...but...but.." Edgar gasped, then stopped when he realized that hewas beginning to sound like a motor boat. Then, glancing between thebroken figurine and the Old Man, he sighed, realizing that it wasdefinitely NOT a good idea to argue with the Old Man. Without anotherword Edgar pulled out his wallet and handed the credit card to the OldMan, who accepted it without a word.While the Old Man was ringing up his 'purchase' Edgar took several quickpeaks at his changed body, feeling somewhat. When I saw the smile on her face my own smile spread across my face. She gave a little nod of her head, which was all the confirmation that I needed.“That's a wonderful suggestion, Richard. I'm pretty sure that Cindy thinks so too. Right, Cindy?”“Oh! Yes! I'm so glad, Ron, that you have come around to thinking about sex as sport. You looked so upset when I told you that I had been fucking Richard and Robin.”“Great!”, Richard continued, “We need to move this party to my place. How did you two. I had my head back gasping for air as his cock took my breath away with each grinding motion of his enormous fat thick cock. I was whimpering and moaning as a sweat broke out on my forehead as my butt hole tried to accommodate his huge penis. Damien’s shoulder was my only solace as I bit down on him as Dave started fucking my asshole with slow short deep bowel penetrating strokes. I was quietly moaning into Damien’s ear with oh gods and uh huh’s as Dave continued his assault on my stretched out.