She wore her pink bathrobe and sat down onthe bed. I went and stood in front of her, my face demanding anexplanation. Ridhi was crying softly. I did n...t know how to react andsaid stupidly, "You have breasts. My girl friend has breasts. You arenot a girl. How do you have breasts??" Ridhi gave me a look that I havecarried with me till date. It was a look of hurt like I have never seenbefore. I didn't care. I wanted to know what was going on. "I realizedthat while my face was beautiful, my body. It was a bit difficult to get my shirt off, with her kissing me constantly, but finally it was off, and she made no move to stop me when I started pulling off her shirt as well. She raised her arms up into the air, and off came her t-shirt. Since Jen had started leaving her bra at home, she was naked from the waist up, and looked as sexy as could be. Then she pulled a trick I’d never even thought of. She grabbed her long ponytail, put it around the back of my neck, and used it to pull me into. “To a great trip!” the rest of us joined in and took several much-needed gulps.We floated for a few hours not worrying about staying together or doing much more than just steering, and I took more than a few pictures. The river was amazing! It was so unbelievably beautiful. Only canoes were allowed on it because it never got more than eight or nine feet deep. In most places, it was only a couple. It wound like a snake, slithering through a dense woods that covered it on both sides and the water. But not yet. I light a thick red candle first. There's just something about red wax that screams 'pain', isn't there? Well, maybe it's just the heat, not the colour. But still, the red looks more aggressive, and it looks very nice splattered all over her body. Because that's what I do, I let it splatter all over her body. She draws a sharp breath as the first dollops splash onto her bare skin, but then closes her eyes and just enjoys the sensation. At least I think she does, judging by the look.