It stains like hell, and is difficult to wash out."Karen tried to push the briefs down a little bit, but couldn't because she would stain the fabric w...th her oiled hands. "Help me, dad," she said. Her dad took the sides of his briefs, and pulled them down further than Karen had anticipated. They were below his ass now and she could see her father's hairy crack in all its glory. She didn't move and wasn't sure how to proceed. "Please Karen, go on, before the muscles get cold." Karen started to. “On top of the cliffs”? “Exactly. It has a sundeck, a laconica bath-”. “What that”? “An ancient Greek sauna or steam room if you like. There’s also a walkway with a glass bottom floor leading out over the sea. Costed a small fortune but with the view back over the entire length of the cliffs, I think you’ll all agree it’s worth it. After lunch, we’ll do a tour of the rest of the island and monastery. And later in the afternoon”...he then turned towards Alena...“assuming my yacht returns on time. Karen said, "Besides, Irene is going to visit Jim."Irene grinned. "I could delay that. Jim would understand. He's good about that kind of thing."Karen said, "You will both have blindfolds and ear muffs at night."Marianne grinned. "You do get a little noisy, Karen. I did hear a happy scream last night."Karen blushed. She slowly said, "I enjoy 'all' aspects of being married to Brad. We have spent a lot of time where people couldn't hear us. I will have to learn to scream more quietly." She. When I explained my predicament on how I finished up bunking with them, they said it was their pleasure to entertain me, adding that they all hoped I would return the pleasure to them, which brought peals of laughter from all the men, especially when I said, 'Sure, who wants to go first?'It was out before I realized it, a Freudian Slip, some might say, but to be honest it was just a laugh, a girls way of joking with the men, not realizing that that sentence had started the process of pumping.