We Knew Who They Were!
Often in smaller campgrounds we'd take our evening walk through the campground roads, visiting as we passed other RV's. I have no idea why I did it, but the next morning before we took a ride up north to lower Wisconsin, I wandered through many of the other campground loops.
Not far from where we were camped we spotted our two black white tit lovers at adjoining campsites. I'm sure they didn't see us. First I'd recognized the pick up truck then the two men. There were kids, wives, and others among them, all outside the two RV's enjoying themselves.
We still had another week and this was a Sunday afternoon. I noticed they were picking up, apparently ready to leave camp. After we returned in the evening I just had to know. I pulled up in front of the two now empty campsites and removed the campground passes from the posts out front.
They were supposed to have turned those in when they checked out. Now we knew their names, where they lived, and their license tag numbers. I kept those for years in hopes we'd meet again.
Dollie wouldn't let anyone have sex with her. But these many weekends in our early thirties were the next best thing for us. Other times we talked about our adventures, looked at our pictures, and planned more trips north.
There were many more men and many more hands-on photo shoots at that park and other places nearby. One afternoon while sitting around next to our RV Dollie asked me to make one of her French cut bikini bottoms narrower in the crotch. Yes, she was missing being naked and wanted to do the next best thing.