This may be the problem. Should I change? Don’t make emotional decisions dad always told me – but, right now, I feel so much rage that I don’t ...now if I can follow that train of thought. “Chad, please - please don’t leave! I’m so sorry! I’m begging you not to leave!” Lisa plead reaching for my arm. “Get your damn hands off of me!” I exploded shrugging my arms from her grasp as I stormed towards my car, “You fucking used me!”Lisa began sobbing, “No – no, I didn’t. I swear I didn’t Chad! . My cock and balls bulged through the fabric and my heart raced at the erotic thrillof wearing not only women’s panties, but my mom’s panties. I started rubbing my cock through the silk and was aboutto get more vigorous when I heard my mom call out that the pizza had arrived. I was startled and fearing that I had lostall track of time and reality, pulled my pants on quickly, forgetting that I was still wearing my mom’s panties!After we nishedeating (my mom was now in her nightgown, a little. "I rubbed the foul smelling stuff all over my body, careful not to miss aspot. After ten minutes I scraped my skin and all hair came off, leavingmy skin all smooth and rosy.Suddenly Gabrielle came in. I felt embarrassed but she didn't seem tomind at all, seeing me as nude as I had ever been."Mmmm, smooth as a baby, me likes," she said, " now stand still for thefinal touch."She took a razor and started grooming my pubic hair, just leaving a cuteheart shaped patch above my cock. I just stood. Dad got luggage out of the trunk, and carried it to the door of the cabin. He put down the bags and handed me the key. A big sign over the door said, “Honeymoon Cabin.” I opened the door; daddy picked me up, and carried me into the cabin. He put me down on the biggest bed I’ve ever seen. He went and got the bags and brought them in, and put them on the luggage racks. There was a box, wrapped up with white paper and a big pink bow. I wanted to rip it open, but dad quickly put it under his.