I was still a good girl and even after my poor luck with relationships, I still believed in romance and love, not meeting some guy in a seedy motel ro...om.Being a sensual girl and having what I thought was a healthy and often overactive sex drive I just relied on my hands and the few sex toys I had to get myself off. My story is how I got myself in a relationship with a then seventeen-year-old boy. He is now eighteen and I am now twenty-eight and as much as I hate to admit it because of the age. "Come on, now, let's get dressed." I said with a laugh.We knocked on their door on the way past and they laughed again and said they were coming."Doesn't this feel yummy, and depraved?" Phyllis wanted to know as we drove down the lane.Dinner At George'sThe dimly lit parking lot was beginning to fill up with SUV's and pickup trucks, some with gun racks in the back window. Northern Michigan's finest hunters and fishermen seemed to be out on the town for a good time, just like us.A bright red neon. Understood?” “I’m 28 and Tessa is 18 and I have to accept her discipline decisions?” “On your stomach” she ordered. I was about to object when her hand smacked my leg in a blur. I shot on to my stomach knowing what was going to happen. Sure enough she started to spank my bottom again, alternate cheeks, as hard as she did before. It stung. I knew though I had to accept her spanking. She was annoyed as I had objected to what she wanted, and rather than explain she knew the quickest way. Trip could feel how the water engulfed his head as he was dragged down. Trying to gasp for air, he took a big swig of water instead and a violent coughing set in as the liquid went down the wrong pipe. Willing himself to keep calm, he furiously splashed around in the water with his feet in a bid to return to the surface, against the weight that was dragging him toward the ground.After a few more seconds he felt a violent tug and returned to the surface. With a big gasp, he felt air rushing back.