Biggenstiff seemed to be the mother lode of "certain things."The man was so manly and masterful. And the way he made Stacey feel wasunbelievable.Even... if Stacey were able to be a big enough crybaby and whiner to keepMr. Biggenstiff from doing gay things with Stacey, everyone Stacey knewwould assume that he and Mr. Biggenstiff were doing gay things anyway.So what was the point of resisting?He would, however, resist one thing, no matter what. That huge iron pipebetween Mr. Biggenstiff's legs was. The 61-footer is kind of small for the stuff we want to do with it, so I got to thinking, mostly about Greenpeace and their operation. What if we get an honest to god ship? Something like an old tuna clipper, or trawler, or something about that size? It'll look a little more impressive, and still be the money pit we need. Then when we're ready, we can sell it, and downsize to something like the 61-footer as an economy measure. That'll help justify the economizing we'll need when we get to that. It took more than a minute but Carl opened the door, wearing a pair of pajama bottoms and it was more than obvious that he was partially arousal. Steven was staring at his crotch as Carl cleared his throat and said, “We knew you would show up. Come in.”The seventeenth floor of the Bonaventure was all suites and Steven placed their bags by the door and walked behind Carl to the bedroom. On the bed, naked with her legs spread open, was Theresa, in all of her glorious beauty. Her caramel colored. And then she left to spend the rest of the night making passionate love to her other man.She walked back upstairs with her two glasses of water. For the second time that night, I waited a minute and followed her up. This time I simply went to the guest room and stroked my own cock, now covered in the strippers cum. It took me only a few seconds to ejaculate and a few minutes to get hard again.Jodi returned to our bed where the naked stripper was waiting, already erect again. The two of them.