His groans grew louder then he passed and said 'fuck her cunt smells so good'. Then his hips began to buck as he erupted into the panties wrapped arou...d his cock. After a few spurts the fabric was soaked and then his cum began to drip down onto the passenger seat of my car. I'd have to clean that spot up before I got back home.He kept the wet panties wrapped around his thick, pulsing cock until his orgasm subsided. Then he pulled the soaked panties off his cock and threw them at me. They landed. I knew for a fact that there was also a state park within ten miles of Arborville. I expected the larger motorhomes had opted for the more secure concrete pads of the state park. My little camper would most likely sit on the soft earth just fine. It had been designed for camping in the days before concrete pads were everywhere. Besides if it got stuck, the totally restored 1950 Willys Jeep could easily tow it out.Both the camper and the Jeep had been restored by a close friend. She, yes a. Tara followed me into the bedroom and wrapped her arms around me as soon as the door was closed. “You made me feel so loved last night. Michael, I always loved you. I might have never imagined loving you like this, but I have loved you since you were a baby.Connie used to bring you home to see Mom and Dad. You were always good natured and loved to be held. When Edwina and Cary wanted to play with you on the floor, you never got fussy, or whined. You just let us play with you like you were our. ”“I’d better pack.”“Swimwear, tee shirts and shoes.”“Really?”“Yup ... it’s HOT there.”Jane, a native Londoner, noticed that winter in the United States was NOT the winter of London. It was damn all cold in Virginia. Hot sounded wonderful. The drive, partially financed by Jane’s father, (what Daddy doesn’t know won’t hurt him, ) progressed rapidly. Proceeding through increasingly warmer and warmer states, Jane decided that spring was an entirely different animal in the US.Florida was nearly.