Back at the camp, after freshening up and changing to enjoy the warm sunshine, new arrivals Dawn and her youngest Son, Jamie, were taking a walk along...the side of the lake. Jamie had asked his mom for a chance to have a chat, being close to his mom this wasn’t unusual. Dawn was a pretty woman in her forties that would be better described as a ‘soccer mom’, pleasant and unassuming. Kept herself trim by going to Yoga and being at the Gym.“What’s on your mind then, Baby?” Dawn asked after they had. ' A warm stream of fluid squirted from her vagina and into my mouth and over my face. Her boyfriend took hold of my chin and throat and grabbed hold of my hair pulling my head as far back as he could. His girl friend laid down on her back and cried out '...make him eat my pussy baby, make him eat my pussy...' Her boyfriend pushed my face down into her vagina as he ground his stiff penis into my anus. She reached down and took hold of my head rotating my face around her vagina squealing as she. The book had been donated in 1983. The rest of the words were smeared beyond recognition.“Pencil!” Maddie exclaimed. “I don’t believe it.”“It’s pretty common,” Keith said. “Lots of books are identified in pencil because of the belief that it causes the least damage. They don’t think about how the graphite smears and leaves prints. It’s interesting that this is plain-bound. Most of this sort from the 16th century have marbled book paper on the inside covers. This appears to be a fairly coarse. . ?"Her eyes opened a sliver and she saw me looking down at her."You fell off the bed and banged your head. I brought you down here to put some ice on it. You okay?" Oh, my fuckin' head..." she said again."You gotta be careful, jumping around in a bed like that." Ow!"Then she suddenly remembered what had happened."Oh my god! You were like, standing there the whole time!" For about five minutes." Why didn't you say anything!?" I did, and look what happened — you almost cracked your head open.".