.. but I did learn and had gotten disreputably dirty and stinky daily. I now knew how to replace almost any engine part and do it in the dark by feel....The aft sail locker now shared space with a three foot machinists lathe, a mini mill and a rather complete tool box. I had made ... under instruction ... basic parts. I could patch an underwater hull hole with special ‘glass, resin and hardener. Not our boat ... but a successful rescue effort. I qualified down to 33 meters and I’d had the. We studied, hung out at the shopping mall mainly with Jane telling me about the guys she was dating and me just giggling to her stories, for me it was all harmless fun and something to pass the time in between my studies and practicing my religionUntil that one day when my parents told me they were heading off to Birmingham on an emergency as my uncle had fallen seriously ill and Jane finding out that I was alone in the house asked me to come to her place for a sleepover as her house was empty. “Open your mouth,” he hisses.I shake my head and he grabs my face with one hand pressing into my cheeks forcing my lips to part slightly, his other hand pries my mouth open and he slides in.I shudder slightly as his cock assaults my mouth, drops of pre-cum hit my tongue and I moan in spite of myself. He’s thick and while I protested before I’m slowly getting into it. I shift positions slightly so I can sit on my ankle and rock my hips against it. He notices and chuckles.“Horny little bitch. We both fell to the ground in a heap, getting up apologizing to each other, 'sorry man, I should have been looking where I was going,' 'no It was my fault,' responded.' Than I realized that I had my hand on his growing piece of man meat, I looked up in shock, thinking that I was going to get floored instead he asked 'like what you are holding.' I released him and stood up. 'My name is David and you are,' I muttered, 'Hi, I'm John I was just trying to get back home before too late.''I live on.