hairy boys

Again this is me, looking shitting, but now in California Oregon...  We'd stopped to walk through a park in a little Oregon town called Ashland and A and I made kids of ourselves and stomped along the bottom of the little stream running through the grounds. Of course I could take of my top and look a fool, all pasty and white, whilst she could only grin at my silly nature and feel hot in the summer sun.

I think waxing should be used as a torture technique because she's been doing it to me for the last two days whenever we have a quiet hour or something, and it has to be the most painful thing ever. I really would do anything to have her stop doing it. My legs hurt now.