That's why the poor k** got shy all of a sudden, I thought. No shit, k**. I feel the same. I quickly put it out of my mind and peeled my wet underwea... off, then put on my jogging pants and a T-shirt. The dry clothing made me feel instantly warmer, but a chill was still deep in my bones. "Hey, hon? Did you pack any liquor?" Usually, we would take along some brandy or whiskey. Liquid was difficult to haul in a pack, due to the weight, so we'd opt for the hard stuff...more punch for less. I buried my face in a throw pillow feeling sorry for myself. Crying little girl tears I thought 'this can't get any worse' when I was grabbed around my waist and roughly repositioned. "You're crying? Awww". WHACKWHACKWHACK. I was being spanked for real now! My head sprang up as I craned my neck unable to help it."OH OHH OWOH!" NOW I was crying out in pain for real! And tirelessly Missy's hand cracked across my panties as hard as it ever had! Oh and my panties—the earlier threat of being. Her parents were quite aged compared to mine but Jennie, Steve and I were all 13 years of age at the time. I was introduced to her mother and father who was glad to have the extra help. When the couch was placed in its spot on the living room floor, I heard the back door open followed by footsteps coming down the hallway to the living room. Jennie wore a one-piece bathing suit and mirrored sunglasses. Her sandy brown hair fell onto her bronze shoulders and at the time she was the most beautiful. I laughed with her, "Well, I guess that's something you'll have to deal with yourself." You'll probably be waking up mom when we get home." Ha, maybe. Or maybe a cold shower." Do you want me to join you?"We laughed again. A few minutes later we pulled into the lane-way of our house. I turned off the car. I looked at Kate. She smiled and mimicked Angela, "Can you help me with this seat belt?". As I leaned over to unclip the belt, I felt her breath on my neck. Then I felt a very soft kiss as her.