They said Friday even though today was Sunday. Had he not changed them in two days? The thought turned me on. His larger than average uncut cock stood...to attention, his tight foreskin seeking the attention of my wet mouth. His ginger pubes were trimmed short. His crotch smelled sweaty. Maybe he hadn't washed in two days either. He seemed nervous as I worked his nice cock. With the door open we had an audience watching me suck Ginger Boy while I worked my own manhood. One of the crowd slipped. She could feel his balls smack against her pussy and enjoyed the sounds of their naked bodies colliding in sexual bliss. Tom listened to his daughter's enticing moans and focused on his breathing as he tried to prolong their sexual act. He was already fucking Molly in a quick pace and started fucking her even faster, shoving his hard, thick cock into her with force."Oh my god, oh my god…" Molly whimpered in pleasure as Tom pound his cock into her tight pussy. "Yes daddy, yes, don't stop" Molly. Some wine was brought out to celebrate the occasion. Everyone got slightly drunk. My relief was quite immense that everything was normal and that the error on my part had been forgotten or forgiven. Soon after lunch my maasaji went off and life returned to normal.But the day full of new experiences had not ended for me. Before dinner my maasi offered me another drink. We sat down with a small peg each and began to talk of this and that. In a little while she asked whether I was still a virgin.. I’m already sweating in this wetsuit.Don’t leave the ladder. Shut the bay door. Back in the Avocado I located the 6 inch dredge. It’s on wheels ... a cart. When? ... Came with it. The Yanmar, pump, dive compressor and hoses were winterized when I put them away.Rolling the cart out to where I could pick the dredge up with the hook, I checked connections, looked in the empty fuel tank, replaced the pump drain plug ... at least I’d left the crescent wrench. Checked the oil. The engine used creek.