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Camp Deerwood July I
Dear Joey Baby:
Boy, is this a dumb place you wouldn't believe it! I don't know why my fucking stepmother ever sent me here, it's such a dumb place. Well, I do, too. She sent me here so she could get rid of me for a couple of weeks, or maybe longer. I wish you were here, Joey. You and I could have some screwing fun together. We could sneak away from this dreary camp and hide in the bushes somewhere long enough to have a go at it. You know what I mean. I sure miss you, Joey. I miss having you ram that thing of yours up my twat. Boy, do I ever like that. Mmmmm, baby, do I! But how are you, Joey? Do you miss me?
Camp Deerwood July I
Dear Joey Baby:
Boy, is this a dumb place you wouldn't believe it! I don't know why my fucking stepmother ever sent me here, it's such a dumb place. Well, I do, too. She sent me here so she could get rid of me for a couple of weeks, or maybe longer. I wish you were here, Joey. You and I could have some screwing fun together. We could sneak away from this dreary camp and hide in the bushes somewhere long enough to have a go at it. You know what I mean. I sure miss you, Joey. I miss having you ram that thing of yours up my twat. Boy, do I ever like that. Mmmmm, baby, do I! But how are you, Joey? Do you miss me?