“Oh…Do you mind if I come in and get it?” “The doors not locked”. “Sure you don’t mind?” He asked.I was surprised, based on recent eve...nts I'd expecteded him to burst in for a good look.“No, it’s ok…and after all, you’ve seen most of my body already” I laughed.“True” he smiled as the door opened. He walked over to the bathroom cabinet and took out his toothbrush. “Thanks” he nodded, holding it aloft, as if to prove he was on a genuine toothbrush retrieval exercise. Strangely he was averting his. Camp Horn is a diabetic camp in located in Texas where children ages 5 to 19 can be with other diabetics. The camp is almost religious, meaning by the amount of love there is at the camp (mentally, emotionally and physically) it makes you feel that you were at church. I love the camp so much. I lost my virginity at the camp, I met my best friend and most importantly, I met Madi Kelly. Madi was the girl next door, except she is a diabetic. I just received the news last week that I will be. I knew I was in for one hell of a hot time, they stepped away slightly as I slipped off my thong to reveal my hairless mound, all I had on now was a pair of lacy black hold ups and 4 inch heels. They both moved in again simultaneously. James reached between my legs and felt my wetness as he parted my lips with his dark fingers. His hand began to explore, spreading me slightly open as Jess planted soft kisses on my nape and caressed my ass with his hands. Then I felt a finger slip up, into my. There we found people!It was a group of about forty Mexicans and Americans who had banded together. They seemed to be good people but were leaderless. There were some engineers, farmers, a doctor, and a man and a woman who had been in the army. We met them when we saw them leaving a group meeting as we drove into town.We talked with them and they voted us in! I explained that I wanted to publish my travelogue and leave it at the airport in San Diego. We agreed that I would leave this document.