Had it teens picture pussy been just the two of us, we would have made it in teens picture pussy one trip.
The "campsite" was a clearing adjacent to a stream on a high bank.
The stream had attracted us on the map during our first scouting visit, hoping for a private place to skinny-dip teens picture pussy, one of those often considered fantasies that had teens picture pussy proved to be difficult to carry out.
Well, we had carried it out.
The teens picture pussy water was very cold, but teens picture pussy there was a pool of water several feet deep, with large boulders on one side which were perfect to sit or lay on.
The clearing was rather modest, and the quaintness of our previous visit was replaced by a more suburban feel as Erics tent had to be positioned such that his door flap opened facing toward the side of our tent, within several feet.
His tent was considerably larger than our tent, which had chosen for its lightweight and easy portability.
Just the proximity of Erics tent made the prospects of Hayley and I screwing like bunnies pretty dim, as the sound would carry easily.
After everyone was situated, the afternoon carried on, recalling our lives in recent years as well as the times we had shared together in college.
We could have drank more beer, but we wanted to save the other half for Saturday.
As night fell, we faced a problem.
The Park prohibited fires outside of the designated camping areas, and the fluorescent light we brought was attracting unknown species of flying bugs.
We had to move indoors, and only Erics tent would fit us, as our dome shaped tent was suitable only for two.
Even in Erics tent, which had significantly more headroom, the space was crowded.
We brought the fluorescent light in as well, which had been a timely buy when we read an article about a family dying from carbon monoxide exposure from a propane light inside a tent.