My underarm hair was gone with four quick wisp of the razor. The baby oil had made my skin very smooth. I just soaked for a while to feel the softness...of my skin. I finally broke out of my fantasy and got out of the tub. I dried off and put my male clothes in the hamper, besides, no one was home and I could walk around naked, and no one would know. I decided I would stay in my sister's room for the weekend. I found the pink panties I had played with before. I pulled them up my legs. My cock. I’ve always been fascinated by rivers, almost eternal, always renewed, with a sweet song that never expired. Wherever I have lived in my life, it has been near a river. I’ll sit for hours, meditating to the rushing sounds. This river was different, the sound was fuller, more robust, like a natural orchestra. I spent many days walking along the edge, almost in a trance, listening, and waiting. One day after wandering for several hours, I happened upon a small cabin. I had gotten to the eastern. Then she felt the first sting of his pinches, knowing full well that he could not spank her in this position he had resorted to pinches, squealing she again attempted to twist away from his grip but he only held her more firmly. Moving through the water he pulled on to the steps where he laid her down across his knees and with the majority of her body in water her ass was raised and his legs held it up just enough for a stinging spanking. He leaned down close to her face and whispered, "You. " I ramble off quickly. "So you don't remember the police showing up?" I shake my head and I close my eyes as if to summon that memory. "Well, Luke saw you were kissing Brandon in the corner of the club and he didn't like it. Him and Brandon got into a huge fight> You yelled some hateful things at Luke; he went and destroyed the bar. You resumed kissing Brandon until Eli and I came in and tore you off of him. They both were arrested. Jeremy and Eli went to go bail them out of jail. We didn't.