Not too often mind, but just now and then; you can get so much done when you haven't got the phone ringing all the time -Oh! - Sorry, should have ment...ioned it, I'm in support! Yes, no! Not 'thank you for you're support and I shall wear it always...', silly - computer support. Yes - that's right the guy who responds when you call us up and say 'I wasn't doing anything and all that's left of 'my' Pc is a smoking pile of Bill Gates' best software. Strange isn't it - all these damn machines go. I didn’t hear anything, but I could feel vibrations in my arms. They were the regular thunk, thunk, vibrations of somebody climbing the steps to the tower.Who would be coming up here? I had never seen anyone else in, or around, the tower even when the park was open. Why would someone be coming here today?The vibrations got stronger and I started hearing the footsteps of whoever it was that was climbing. In just a few moments he was going to be up here. I pulled against the chains, but there was. The half-naked brat had even picked up my leather jacket and was sniffing it. Rubbing his dick inside his sweat pants.I watched Dylan Stockman from my garage, getting a hard-on. My bike stood parked outside in my driveway to get a good cleaning. The weather was a little warmer then I had anticipated, so I had hung my biker jacket on the handlebars after I got home. The lad was sniffing the coat. It looked like he was trying to get high on the smell of it. By the look of the tent he was pitching. The call was not very long, but I did hear her say, "But, Dad, I had a wonderful time. You can't believe how good Tommy is at fucking. Yeah, I'll see you later. Thanks for everything." My God, can you imagine a girl telling her father how good a boy is at fucking her? Well, I couldn't, and I would not have believed it had I not heard her words, myself.Marlene returned and asked me, "Well, Lover, are we going to have our usual workout session today? I hope not, because I am so sore in my pussy.