It was a good quality tent. It had high sidewalls, so I wasn’t too worried about water getting inside.I remembered those camping days from my youth....Hard rains would tend to creep inside the tent. Somewhere in the night, your air mattress would have deflated, and you would begin to feel wet spots in your sleeping bag. I hate even thinking about trying to get to sleep under those circumstances as an adult. I try to do everything I can to insure that I never had to endure those long, restless. Shanana said she knew I was in the barn with the nice smelling hay. Dina, Dana, Liya and Miya joined her, admitting they knew it too. Several of the others said they had an idea I was in the barn but they didn't know why. I wondered about that myself.Sunday is bar-be-que day on the ranch. Maria had set out the brisket early and it was ready for seasoning and wrapping. I washed up my hands and got to it. I packed the seasoning all over those pieces of meat. I double foil wrapped them and put. I had no clue that Kristina or Emily had such sexual perverted thoughts in their teenage heads, but I could simply not say no, and was enjoying some of the most intimate physical pleasure I'd ever experienced. I sure hadn't gotten this type of enjoyment out of my lame, prude wife who I had been married to for quite some time. Just the opposite happened. She literally had no interest whatsoever in sex. And I think that is partially what contributed to all of the crazy things I had been. Enraged I stood and shoved him hard, his ultra-fit form barely moved by my push. “ SIT-UPS! NOW!” I screamed, pointing at the floor. “ How many?” Richard asked as he scooted into a sit-up position. I rolled my eyes. “Oh, just four hundred and fifty THOUSAND!” He sighed and started counting them off, his incredible abs flexing beneath the shirt, his massive balls pooling on the ground between his thighs, his enormous cock curling around one of his thick thighs, head still touching the ground.