Don gave me his site number and I told him I'd meet them about noon. At noon, I made it over to Don and Angie's site. They had a fifth wheel camper an... a nice campsite. Don already had the grill going. He offered me a drink and fortunately he had some bourbon so I took a bourbon on the rocks with a splash of water. It looked to me like Don was just drinking water while Angie was drinking white wine. It looked to me like she had changed clothes with different colored shorts and a button up. They had built up the usual rookie bonfire. I don’t know what it is about flatlanders. They feel the need when in the wilderness to build forest fire sized campfires. I mean, come on folks, what are you planning on doing, smelt some iron? All that is needed is warmth. And something the kiddies and womenfolk can make smores on. Even something small will throw off enough light to see everything.Earlier, we had scouted the campsite, and Suzy found where the grocery and garbage caches were. She. Then a largish, oldish, van pulled-up near the yacht and Aryn went shore and greeted the man who got out.“That’s Clint.” Wren said. “I met him a couple of times a few years ago but I wasn’t that impressed.”“So what are we doing here?”“Aryn has organised a few things for you.”“For me, why, this holiday is about you and Aryn.”“Yes, but seeing you so happy makes us happy.”“Thank you Mistress, I really appreciate that.”After a few minutes of man talk, Aryn called Wren down She went and after a. Patrick is a nice guy. He’s hot as hell and sends me messages that are quite possibly the perfect balance between sweet and sexy. Its not too much, not over the top, but he makes me feel great and I know he wants me. He’s also very confident. He knows he’s hot as hell and he knows what he wants, so there’s no game playing. In the 5 or 6 days between when we first met and immediately had sex and when we met again alone, we had really connected. I found out a lot about him, like he’s a.