...campin out...

...somehow she talked me into goin camping...i said after the army that I would never sleep in a tent again.....wrong...she was a bi naturalist...with dark blond wild curly hair...shapely legs and dressed like a hippie...i'm starting to remember why I agreed to go...)

…we arrived at the national park camping area....we put up the tent up as the sun was goin down...we ate vegan soy burgers with salad...plus coffee...and some bud for desert....we stripped down and crawled into the tent....we started cuddling...and some big ass mosquitoes attacked...”jesus christ” I yelled...”i have some spray in my bag”.....”noooooo!” she said...i don't use chemicals”...”i brought some natural...organic..repellent along”

...she got out this jar of strings soaked in who knows what...when she opened the lid...and I got a wiff of it...i thought it really may work...if I were a mosquito I wouldn't go near it...)

...she said to tie the strings around our wrists and ankles and the mosquitoes would stay away...ok....we started getting busy and so did the mosquitos...”holy fuck” I shouted as a crawled out of the tent...”they like it”...”i'm goin for the can of spray...while I have enough blood to get to the van”...i returned with the spay...”i'll spay it on out here”....she came flyin out of the tent slapping her arms and neck...boobs bouncing in the moonlight...she looked like a possessed wild woman...shouting...”gimmee some of that fuckin spray”......bsp

note: it was a great weekend!