"Together they hurried up the stairs and into the master bedroom. Vixen's father, after tossing aside his boxers, fell on his bed, smiling and still w...aring his socks. Vixen stripped, straightened up his cock in a couple of minutes with her practiced hands and talented tongue and then she threw a long leg over her father's hips and slowly eased herself down his big pole while he reached up to enjoyed her firm breasts, the ones that were hers and not the pair he paid for. Vixen bounced and. Back to the purpose, he demanded himself. He was to write a letter to Her. So far from him, three hours drive was an eternity and a breath to lovers. He needed her and wanted her to understand. So he writes, ‘Dear xxxxx..’ No, not correct, he rewrites. ‘Dear xxxxxxx, Our time together was too sweet for my memories, I feel them, like in those silly romance movies we never watched together, filled with background music. Yes, I can actually remember our times together as if floating in a song…’ He. Manish was shocked to see a bunch of youngsters looking at him in disbelief. Some of them giggled at the back. But most of them were worried about his ability to survive the hike. Manish brushed their worries aside by being his charming self and cracking a couple of jokes at his expense.But deep within Manish had started doubting himself. Nonetheless, the group started their journey on foot. Since it was mid-summer, there was no one other than them on this trail. Soon the summer heat started. ", sighed Chris making the decision harder on himself."Jelmer,... your awfully quiet.", asked his mother. He got up and walked away. "Let him go, Frieda. When he is good and ready he will come back.", said Christopher calmly.Chris talked with Ben and Frieda about the colors for the outsides of the bunkers. And the way he planned on upgrading the lawns and other paths to the campgrounds. He also said that he would paint the roofs in a sandy yellow color. Chris showed them the picture he had.