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Daily trivia,
Looking back
Yesterday’s Fifty Years Ago Today post concerning the unfulfilled dream of spending a night of premarital sex with Emma reminded me of the times we did spend under canvas. In the early years of our marriage, camping holidays were all we could afford. Every year Emma’s mother and father would take our daughter Eva to Butlin’s Holiday Camp, and Emma and I would set off with our tent and sleeping-bags to Bala. Suddenly freed of all responsibility and, let’s face it, with little else to do, we fucked almost by the hour. Although we kept our vocalisations to a minimum, I felt sure that other campers would have been able to hear the sloshing noises as I slammed in and out of Emma’s cock-hungry pussy. One memory comes back to me. As we walked to the lake-side café for a very late breakfast, we passed a field in which a horse was grazing. The animal had an enormous erection. Without saying a word, Emma took me by the hand and led me back to the tent!
Yesterday’s Fifty Years Ago Today post concerning the unfulfilled dream of spending a night of premarital sex with Emma reminded me of the times we did spend under canvas. In the early years of our marriage, camping holidays were all we could afford. Every year Emma’s mother and father would take our daughter Eva to Butlin’s Holiday Camp, and Emma and I would set off with our tent and sleeping-bags to Bala. Suddenly freed of all responsibility and, let’s face it, with little else to do, we fucked almost by the hour. Although we kept our vocalisations to a minimum, I felt sure that other campers would have been able to hear the sloshing noises as I slammed in and out of Emma’s cock-hungry pussy. One memory comes back to me. As we walked to the lake-side café for a very late breakfast, we passed a field in which a horse was grazing. The animal had an enormous erection. Without saying a word, Emma took me by the hand and led me back to the tent!
