I actually thought I had tears in my eyes. Raven's hand touches my face, and I kiss it. She pulls me close and kisses me passionately. I return the ki...s and pull her closer until our chests met, nipples touching. One arm wraps around her, holding her, as the other slides down to her hip. Slowly, my hand moves towards the center of all pleasures in life. Raven's pussy is shaved -- just the way I like it. I begin massaging her pussy, and I begin hearing the moans in the ocean air. I use my hand. Casitas, fiberglass trailers, visually similar to the Airstream, seemed the answer. Casita is a small operation, out in the boonies in Rice Texas, and they don't have dealers or showrooms. Trailers are built to order, and it takes a while. Putting down twenty thousand for something I hadn't seen or touched was a problem for me.Joan had an answer: long weekend, plant tour in Rice, "gently used" seventeen foot Liberty Deluxe available nearby. Road trip! Joan loved travel, and tent camping out of. "What're you-all planning to do down there?" she enquired, turning those neon-blue eyes in his direction."Play tag over in the playground," he answered, eyes wandering down to her legs,hoping her skirt would inflate around her waist again, "tag, then maybe a gameof rounders, if Georgie Stevens brings his bat and ball." Any girls down there?" Yeah, Katie Prescott and some of her friends." Katie Prescott was Six-B'sresident tomboy and perennial terror of Memorial Park. Like most of his. We were doing our best not to grow into the typicalmiddle age couple. Lisa was a perfect wife to bemarried to, a statuesque 5'8" blond with a flawlessfigure that always turned the crowd's head. In heelsand hose her legs would make Jamie Curtis jealous. Her natural C-cup breasts and heart shaped ass stillgave me a hard-on at the most inappropriate moments. I was a little smaller than Lisa at 5'7" and I havewhat is commonly known as a lean body. We both madea lot of money, owned a large.