“Here we go, people!” Dan says over the cabin speaker.I feel the surge of power as our little plane ... Okay, I’m rethinking that ‘little plan...e’ thing. ‘Little’, like the Munchkins’ ultralights, or ‘little’ like the Cessna 150 that everybody trains in, or ‘little’ like Cindy’s Songbird or ‘little’ like this one that Cindy tells me knocks against the 12,500 pound line that the federal government says is the heaviest a ‘light plane’ can be? This one’s beautiful. The pilot today is Dan, with Cindy. On one of these dismounts, as I fell down beside her I was surprised to see the bearded man was walking past about 7 metres away. He smiled and gave me a keen thumbs up. I responded in like fashion and quickly told K****e that we had been caught doing "it" in public like never before.We lay together but with excited nervousness, I kept leaning forward out of the shelter to check the man's progress along the beach. I was sort of disappointed to see that he was soon some distance away. You. What did she mean by that? Kate was right? About what? She said that after touching my cock!Drink after drink went down, Kate came and went, as did many of the Moms and Dads, bragging about their k**'s grades, the school, etc.The band finished for the night, and half the crowd left with them, then others drifted off, including Becca who waved as she left, nonchalant, as if saying goodbye to the mailman.Kate was back beside me. "The k**s are going to another place, but I had enough, Dad, and I. There was the single tent close to the dying campfire. Some trash and two backpacks lay on the ground. Under the smoke, I smelled the dinner they had eaten earlier, franks and beans. I smelled alcohol, whiskey, and even the scent of marijuana was in the air. I could smell two people, one a man and the other a woman.I moved closer to the tent, staying behind the trees, silently moving, looking for movement inside the tent. I stopped when I was about twenty feet from the tent and crouched on the.