Stepdad’s Secret Obsession – Letting His Stepdaughter Stay Over For The Night

We now thankfully stepped ashore and quickly noticed some grape vines we could use to tie the raft up in case we ever wanted to return and try to paddle it back upstream. We then headed up through the brush, but soon came to an old clearing that likely was once the site of a farmhouse. “I guess so, why not”, I replied. Clearly, I’m describing an earlier time before liability concerns or ‘stranger danger ended much of the fun. “Sure, I suppose naughty deserves naughty. With that permission, Kit started wanking me with great enthusiasm. “O.K.”, she said, “Start sawing on the line on your side.”
I hadn’t done much sawing, so again I was the awkward one who had a hard time keeping the saw running straight and smooth. We lived on a nice, tree-lined street at the edge of a small city. A few more strokes, and I moaned as I got that relief as I started jetting white ropes out onto the grass next to where we were standing.