I only partied at them, never left them (to hunt that is)and drank a lot of beer in them. That's what "Camp" meant to me.Michelle ran around her place...while I had one of her Dad's beers.Nice import. Michelle came back with four huge duffel bags full ofstuff. She said she needed these things for the week. The week, Icouldn't stay a week, I hadn't planned it. I told her I needed somethings but she said everything I needed was there already. I shruggedmy shoulders and just followed.We drove for. It lays in the ocean of the red currents in the southern hemisphere. It looks like a dart board target with forest and city islands forming circular bands with three kilometer water ways forming the lines between the sections and the radials towards the center of the land mass. In the center is an island castle city surrounded by a moat. Each of the segments of the land has it’s own settlement. The cities and villages are reminiscent of archaic European and American colonial villages and. "Just a few minutes later Jennifer came in with two men. We were going to be one man short, but I knew something they didn't. Sylvia was going to be happy to be seen and to look. She wasn't looking for a man like I was.The three latest arrivals walked up to the group of us, so that Jennifer could introduce them. She started on the other side of the group so she got to me and Sylvia almost last. When she introduced us, I was not a bit surprised that both men couldn't take their eyes off. Sheagain felt inside of the teenager's cunt and this time pulled out a finger that glistenedwith quim juice. "Here, Murgatroyd, let me relieve you," red-headed Alice said andtook over from the dumpy dyke. Her bony fingers did wonders with the teenager'snipples, the quick, rolling strokes were milking the soft, swollen nubs, until Julie feltherself getting hotter by the second, despite the awkward and uncomfortable positionshe had been forced to assume."All right, baby, time for your next.