Tenting It



The drive into town was a short ride from the campground. We were “tenting it” for the weekend, even though you weren't a “tent” kind of girl, but you humored me. We had a c***dless weekend, the thing that comes along only once in a blue moon, and money was tight, so no fancy hotels for us, which dissapointed you quite a bit, but I promised that our next trip would involve a soft bed and room service.
Sitting in the passenger seat next next to me, you had on a thin skirt with a g-string underneath, your hair pulled back exposing your s Continue»