No one knew us here. No one back in Ontario would ever hearabout this! We could saunter, sashay, roam the promenade as a schoolgirl!Hell, half the pat...ons here weren't even human and wouldn't take noticeof our cross-dressing anyhow. Like they know what human men are supposedto wear! Life is too short. Stretch it out, make this day last forever!Only at the 23rd hour did we return to Big Brenda's, retire briefly to aprivate "changing room," and release our pent-up orgasmic energy in. She forced her body to be still, and refrained from squirming, but inside butterflies tickled her stomach. They were to arrive in no more than thirty minutes, and in the moment they did, she would become their mother, and soul caretaker. It was a scary thought. As a widowed eighteen year old, she was hardly a candidate for motherhood, but she was lonely on the farm, no company, not even a dog to comfort her broken heart. A tear formed on her lashes as she thought of her late husband. Ben, what. He headed for the stage access door, through which the roadies were coming and going."Me too," Jake said, standing up and following him. After a moment, Darren got up as well.They crowded around the door and creaked it open a few inches, staring out over the stage and into the crowd. As was the norm for venues such as this, the seating was general admission, which meant nothing was assigned. The bleachers were all about half-full, with people still streaming in, but the auditorium floor was. Well, that's what I called it, anyway."This is my first time in a big motorhome," she said. "It's really different, isn't it." Yes, it is," I agreed. "It took me a while to get used to how big it is and how to get around in it. Even though I had a fairly big truck, it was nothing like handling this rig. If you're okay with it, I thought we'd go down to Emigrant Spring Park for the day and stay over. That okay with you?" That sounds nice," she smiled. "I've never been there but Bonnie has. She.