At the beginning of each vacation he'd show them the area and hike and canoe with them. By the end, the children played on their own. Grandmother pref...rred those times. She wrote a lot about the ranger. She wrote she didn't like roughing it, but liked the peaceful noise of the woods and water and she liked talking to this man for hours. A loner and a homespun philosopher, he spent winters alone on fire towers reading and philosophizing in journals. He read them to her. The ranger visited her in. Tripping and drunk she thought it time to head for a bunk. She had no real intention of falling asleep but if one of the drunk guys followed her. She would make use of the private room she had.She she began to stumble away feeling like at least one person was following her. She almost didn't care who. However if it was the matainence guy she might of had to shoo him away. Unless his cock was big. Then maybe she would oblige. At this point she just wanted a great night of lust.She entered her. Edna saw that he was watching an anal scene.“This is what you sent me awhile back”, he remarked.Alton was wearing a designer black t-shirt, with designer jeans and leather loafers. He had a designer belt, with an ornate buckle. Edna suddenly found herself caressing the buckle, watching the scene intently, anticipating what was to come next. She indeed remembered sending the anal scene to Alton, some time between one and two in the morning, while she was on a particular rager, several weeks. For a brief second, he nearly smiled. When he was just a few feet away from her door, he stopped, a soft and longing noise reaching his ears. His eyes narrowed ever so slightly. Silent, he waited for a few seconds, and then heard it again. It was quiet, but still there- a moan of pleasure. And it was coming from behind Envys door. Was she…was she pleasuring herself? The idea made heat pool in the pit of Wraths stomach, his pupils dilating just a bit at the thought of his lover touching herself.