I read a little of my bike trip blog to discover that I was really quite adventurous. I guess I did get a few things from my dad after all.On a whim I...decided to go fishing. Once my memory got tweaked, I remembered that they sold licenses at the marina. They also charged a fee to fish there, but I didn't care. I spent my morning at Walmart buying equipment, since it was on the way to the lake.For the next four hours I pretended to fish. It was very therapeutic. I watched the float bob up and. I just walked across the cafeteria to him. “Say that again,” I challenged him.He looked uncomfortable, but he repeated it, his voice trembling a little. “So what does that even MEAN?” I asked him. “Are you threatening to pour crap into my locker again? Yeah, I know that was you. That and the vomit and the piss and the animal blood. Are you threatening to attack me? I take martial arts and I’ve either killed or hospitalized everyone who’s physically menaced me. You think you can do better? I’m. The strike meets my ass suddenly, crossing against me once, twice, thrice. It isn't nearly as hard as his hand was the first time he smacked me, but it is incredibly hot. I ache for more.“Don't stop, oh please, don't stop,” I beg him.He obliges, striking me still. Each strike lands on my flesh in different parts, making me yelp or moan out in zest. My eyes are closed now, soaking in the feeling of something I've longed for, for so long. Each strike pushes me up onto my toes, my nipples are even. Marcella then turned to me and giggled "I wanted to look at you so bad that day! I remember I couldn't believe you got naked! I had never seen a guy jerk off until that night on the deck and I SOOO wanted to watch you jack off and make yourself cum!" Really?" I asked as I stroked myself."Fuck yeah!" she howled before going back to sucking Belinda's nipple.I was jerking off at a pretty rapid pace by that point. The memories from that day combined with the new images I was seeing was.