We got out and stretched our legs. Loren helped me put the SOF back on the truck.We got back to the water and set off again, with Loren paddling the w...od-strip.“This one’s fun too! It feels a little tippier.”“It’s a little narrower, so the initial stability is lower. It’s easier to turn then the SOF, if you’re edging it a bit.”“I love this, Tommy! Thank you for taking me out! Hey- can you get some pictures of me paddling these? I want to show Bob.”“Oh, sure. Did you bring your phone, or shall I. Johnson. My Dad, I mean. He'd be really mad about you and my Mom. If you do me I'll keep it a secret."The little bitch! She was willing to blackmail me (well, my Dad) to get what she wanted! Well, fine. Be careful what you wish for, little girl.I sat up and shuffled my butt down the bed, keeping her head between my face and the window so that she couldn't make out my features. I leaned in and kissed her, tentatively at first, then she returned the kisses with fervor, her arms encircling my. I've lost count of the number of nights I've tried to catch a glimpse up her skirt. I'm sure Sam has noticed but he never said anything. A few times I've managed to see a flash of her white cotton panties, and one time I got a great view of her dark nipples as she bent over to pick something up. I jerked to that memory for weeks. The highlight was finding a pair of her used panties in her hamper once; I quickly shoved them into my pocket and they have become one of my prized possessions, even. ”“Thanks, man! You’re a good man, too. Really… thanks!”We exchanged numbers. I went straight home and beat off. My jizz hit the headboard and covered my chest. I don’t think I’d ever been that fucking horny.*Trevor texted me late that night.Him: Thanks for listening, man. You’re a good friend. I really don’t have anyone to talk to.Me: No prob, Trevor. I’ll always listen to you.. Or.. do anything I can to help you out.Him: Can you find me some pussy? That would help! LoL!!Me: Uh… no, sorry. But.