I sensed that it had become trapped on a sandbar, a short distance downstream. The spare paddle had remained tied to the supports. My tackle, rod, and...cooler appeared to be missing.After beaching the canoe, the Nymph sat next to me, pulling her legs in close to her body. This allowed the fabric to move up and I was able to see a section of the bone that ran along her ankle. It was arranged in such a way that, in my eyes, it only added to her beauty.She once again let me know that she was. Emma slid the harness under his legs; Brent willingly pulled up his hips to aid her. A strap went around his waist and two more straps went from behind the back and along the inside of each thigh, clipping on at the waist. The leather pad went left to right between those two straps and landed in line with his ass. Once cinched up, it left his cock and balls fully exposed while the pad held in place anything that might be inserted into the bottom’s, er, bottom. That was exactly what Emma. We couldn't take him with us, and we couldn't leave him by himself at home, so we had to find a babysitter. By the grace of Lady Luck, Mary knew of a girl who did babysitting and should be available on such short notice. Liz called, and the girl could come over right away if she were picked up. That was easy to arrange: Liz and Mary went to pick up the girl while Billy and I got everything ready.Johnny had just been fed, so he did not need anything special until his diaper needed changing. He. I started talking to people again, remembering how I had learned to get along with the coarse and dirty workmen as a kid, finding that people responded to a pretty girl with a smile and a crude joke, relishing in the slow transformation into that bad ass bitch with a sense of humor. The girl that can fix your shelf and build a sex swing.I was cool. Just because I kept practicing all of those things that kept me from being so as a kid. I passed, all the time. Which made for awkward.