Tip-toeing back into the bedroom, I picked up a few clothes and went to the living room to get dressed. I pulled on a short, plaid miniskirt and a cor...set-like bustier. My shins and feet were covered by brown, high-heeled leather boots. I had forgotten to bring panties, but decided I did not need them. They both knew my secret anyway. The night's winds had swept away most of the warmth, so the first thing I had to do was light the fire again. As I bent down to gather the logs, I heard a soft. She looked around and under then at the other bushes and quickly realized that they were nowhere to be found. She leaned up and as if it finally dawned on her, her eyes grew wide and she quickly shot one hand down to cover her naked pussy then the other to cover her breasts, cupping one her forearm covering the other. She started to walk backwards toward her campsite when all of a sudden she felt herself engulfed in a warm woolen coat and two strong arms. She jumped with a start and whipped her. I smile and nod, inputting the occasional comment where it seems appropriate, and think that this was hardly my decision, but that my mom had grown tired of her 18 year old son deciding to spend his last summer before college drinking beer, partying, and chasing girls and doing nothing productive so had sent him to spend the summer with his dad up in the mountains.I lived with my dad and Millie quite a lot when I was in my early teens, but after they moved out West I have not seen either of. Those particular five women, however, were also not there. There was a fully clothed Girl Scout with a red wagon full of short bread cookies.She smiled at me cheerfully. I smiled back. It is an impressive feat to haul a red wagon full of short bread cookies up an eight step concrete stoop, then up three stories of stairs, and remain capable of a cheerful smile. I felt she deserved something for it, even if she weren't five naked women with beer and pork rinds.She was cute. Young cute. You know,.