I don't know why and I don't care. I just know that you are the one I want to be with and I am done talking. Just tell me or show me what to do so tha... we can make love. She and I had professed our feelings and so I decided to just be direct with her. Courtney, for all her youth and inexperience was still a smart girl and she knew what she wanted. I was just proud and happy that what she wanted was ME! I would not treat her as a child. She was a woman and I would treat her as one. As such, I. One of those rooms I called Villa, another Wintergarden. They were just little boxes on a computer's monitor, but everything you read about in this story happened there. Ah well, almost everything.Maybe I know more about Alicia than she knows about me, but then again: I only know what she told me. I know part of her 'real' name and where she lives (lived?). I know about her childhood, her family, her marriage and divorce. I also know about her business and most of her 'true' love relations. I. From hiking in to the campsite (and she was petite enough, that a large bookbag was about an appropriate load), to selecting a tentsite, to setting up the tent, and opening the sleeping bags to let the insulation loft back up, it all was fun and exciting. I was starting to see why, so long ago, I started to love to camp.Once we had eaten, we went for a walk. This state park had trails along a lovely river, and the vistas were entirely unlike what Kathy and I were accustomed to in Detroit. We. Steve suddenly stood up and stepped across toward the three of them and as he stepped up on the bench my eyes almost jumped out of my head. His cock was a good 10 inches long and it looked almost as big around as a beer can! He knelt forward toward my mom and it was like she was drawn toward it. John and Jim lost their mouth locks on her lobes and her nipples looked as big as any I had ever seen online! They each began to reach under my mom and undo her shorts while they watched her rest her.