They all four stopped into K-Mart on one mission. To find sexy underwear and many condoms. Many.
On the road trip back to their summer of dreams resort village, Pahaska Teepee. They all worked there for the summer, each alone with their partner of choice in a cozy little cottage of tiny conjoined log cabins.
We all had our naughty little minds whirling with wicked delights, and all of them were fulfilled that sinful summer.
The summer of 97, July. I was seventeen years young.
Sex, every night. Some times two or three times. Morning sex. Afternoon sex. Quickies on breaks and the lunch and dinner hours.
Sweet afternoon sex with only the afternoon rain showers as background noise. Sweet summer rain air in the lungs made for beautiful orgasms.
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