"I know son, she's a good little boat for this lake." Dad hollered back, a big, wind-aided grin on his face."You can run her back tommorrow", he added... "when the sun's higher and we've got less shadows on the water." Awesome!" I grinned back. I had every intention of laying claim to this boat someday. But Dad always confessed that Saltwater sailing was what he missed, and the beautiful boat he'd sailed as a teenager with his Uncle Ambrose on Chocowinity Bay. I knew that boat was his to claim if. It was so hard that it hurt.The blood inside my cock was rushing along with my heart beating so much that it wanted to come out of my chest. She spits on it more and more until her hand slides up and down without effort. Soon as it is wet enough, she puts her mouth on it. In an instant goes all the way down, swallowing my cock complete.I could feel her nose touching my lower belly. For about 20 seconds, my cock was buried deep in her throat. It just kept going harder and harder. I then looked. " Jenn was showing me her analog synthesizer design, carefully mapped out on a giant sheet of butcher paper, swiped from the art room. "And you have to use a separate mixer to get the final signal but that's okay since I can use the one you got me for Hanukkah." She'd been practically shaking with excitement all day, or at least since 7:45, when we met to hang out before homeroom. At 3:00, I discovered her waiting for me outside my Physics class; apparently, she had faked a bathroom emergency. “But daddy…”, she began to protest. I didn’t stop her, just let her voice trail off. I made a mental note to punish her later for this hesitation. I was going to be obeyed without question from now on, and she would do well to learn that lesson.I remained motionless, with a stern scowl on my face, but my voice was calm and level. “Right here, right now”.There was another hesitation, another for which she will be punished. She remained motionless for only a moment longer, before she crossed.