I have been going to the Camp Horn for 10 plus years and I have been a type one diabetic since 1992. Sadly, type one Diabetes, there is not a cure for... type one diabetes. we must take care of ourselves for life in order to live. In every exclusive world, you must have a crazy girl you fall in love it. Her name is Starr Pulley or some would call her, Fish. She is fun size since she just turn 16 in March, 5 ft 1, D boobs, half white/half Italian and perfectly blond hair. We did date for a few. ”Rhonda had been trying to estimate how old he could be. There was a certain boyish glint in his eye although his broad manly face made estimates difficult.“I’m Jas, by the way. Sounds like jazz, but it’s spelled j, a, s. Jas, short for James. Jas Reed.” His raised eyebrows in her direction were clearly inviting her name.“I’m Rhonda,” she said, taking a quick sip of her wine, wondering whether her face had colored at the warmth in his eyes as he looked at her. Keep looking at her like that and. "Are you as wet and juicy as I am, Priscilla?"Priscilla's frantic fingers unsnapped her jeans, pulled down her zipper. Her gaze was still locked on the farm girl's wet panty-crotch. She pushed her jeans down, wriggled her legs. Her pants dropped to her ankles.Blue eyes wide, Tammy ogled Priscilla's beautiful body. "Take off your panties," Tammy said huskily.Priscilla hooked her thumbs into her tight cotton panties, pushed them down her slim hips. They also dropped to her ankles. Falling back. " What? Oh God yes, you remembered." Of course I did." Anyway as I was saying, I'm thirty-five tomorrow, and you're eighteen, nearly nineteen, you're a good looking young man as well as being an accomplished lover. You'll probably meet someone of your own age group and fall in love with her, in fact, I know you will, and when you do, we'll both know it. We'll go to bed one last time, fuck ourselves stupid, then I'll leave, no tears, no recriminations, nothing but beautiful memories of someone.