Nope. I'm just having some fun with it.Oh, the camp? Yeah. That's what you asked about, isn't it, O?I'll smut it up if you want. Let me know. Then you...can blast it out to the smutverse if you want. I think your friends would like it. The sweet part of the deal is that no one will take it seriously.Mom is fucking retarded. She thinks she can still get me excited with wedding magazines and romance novels. Like I'm going to wake up one day and totally get it. Dad's just in it for the money. He. I was surprised how easily I took them and he had a nice smile on his face when he pulled them out and proudly said I was definitely growing up now as I had made his fingers wet with my own juice. I did not quite know what he meant so he pushed them back in again and waggled them about and this time he let me see the silky glistening wetness that clung to them, telling me that it was sex juice that I was now making. I was intrigued now and he had my full attention when he asked to use his. I set my rifle down a she draws closer to me; she lets out a shiver as she sits down beside me. I motioned for her to come over and sit on my lap, as she slides over I cover her with my blanket, trapping our body heat against her skin. She sighed as she began to warm up, and look out into the dark field. At this point, I only had one question for her. I asked her why she didn’t put on anything besides her underwear. Absent mindedly I began to slowly rub her side as we talked. She told me that. "The bus will be here soon and then Ican get on with some cleaning." I laughed. That was dad, a properhousehusband...never satisfied.A husband's job is never done, he would say. Once I had finished breakfast, I headed upstairs to grab my handbag andbooks, leaving dad to clear up."Bye, Dad," I said as I returned to the kitchen to give him a quick peckon the cheek. Dad had already loaded the breakfast bits into thedishwasher and had moved on to some dusting.Girl, he moves fast, I thought to.