By now, even with the small, miniscule, sail, the wind was driving them forward. Waves began to splash over the side. The wind would veer and turn and... then nearly knock them flat. The peculiar thing was that, with an object in mind, everybody went quiet and focussed. Jo-Lene could not see the boy, she just saw them turn away from the camp, and safety, and head further out into the lake. She admitted later that she swore an expletive for the second time in her life, and then apologised to God. Joe? You in there, dude?”“Coming!”I got up and went to the door.“Sean's hurt. Can you help him? Should we call an ambulance or something?”A young boy, maybe seven or eight years old, was sitting on my bottom step, bawling his eyes out.“What happened, Slash?” I asked the teenager as I followed him down the steps. “Who is he?”“His name's Sean. He lives over on Poplar Street, across from Dogbreath's house.” Dogbreath was a pudgy, scruffy-looking boy, part of the crew that skated in my alley.. YESSS I would love to see my dad like that, am sure I would be playing with his cock. I love seeing those words, cunt, sucking cunt, dad's sucking my cunt, that's so hot.Sunny: It does turn me on to let my dad see me in my bra and panties. I do hope he gets hard seeing me. When I listen to them fucking I always pretend it's me that my dad is fucking.Sunny: I LOVED THIS so much. Chan I would REALLY, REALLY like for this to actually happen, know you think I shouldn't and I do understand you but. " Certainly is Wendy," I agreed. "Well, I'll let you get home now and hopefully we'll enjoy some mutual pleasure soon." Oh that we will John, I promise," she said by way of goodbye.Work went quickly as we had quite a backlog of maintenance to catch up on as the dayshift had quite a few breakdowns which had prevented them from completing their assigned tasks. By the end of the shift though we'd caught up with all the work and left a clean log for the dayshift to carry on from.I wasn't too tired.