The sun warms my blood and gives me that familiar itch between my legs. I rub my hand against the smooth fabric covering my burgeoning cock. Three thi...gs happen: my breath gets shorter, the edge of my shorts rides up my thigh uncovering the head of my penis, and my young innocent eight-year-old son becomes curious as to what I am doing and why I am breathing so hard.I half moan that "Daddy is just making himself feel good" as he perches at the bottom of my yard recliner. He curiously watches me. When he returned, everyone hopped in their canoes. Sherry and I pushed off. I had studied the map, so I took the lead. Jon and Amy followed us, then Will and Katie, and finally Joe and Barb. We paddled for about an hour and half when we came to a peninsula that marked the end of the South Arm of Opeongo Lake. The spot was known as Windy Point. We found out about the name as soon as we passed the point. The waves came up and made paddling difficult. I dug the paddle in and pointed the canoe into. Turning back on my stomach, I felt the first stirrings from my crotchthat told me time was almost up. I bent my knees up in the air andmmmphed louder into the pillow as I struggled against my bonds. Ithappened quickly, as I felt the familiar orgasm start under my panties.I laid on the bed for a minute while the pleasure washed over me, stillfeeling the tight ropes around me.I tried to push the wad of cloth out of my mouth with my tongue. Thefolded handkerchief move slightly, and I was able to. I began to unload my sack too and Mark looked utterly shocked. We had never used such appliances and toys before. I think he was amazed that I had bought them. "You choose what to use Mark," Brenda told him. "Michelle and I are willing to do whatever you wish. If you want to just watch - that's fine. If you want to get in on the action or orchestrate the whole thing - that's fine too. Where should we start?" That shocked look was back on his face but he sat.