Cross dressing camper
One rule about the park was no collecting of firewood, you had to bring your own. I would load up the bed of my truck with wood from brush pies and fallen limbs along the farm roads and I had plenty for the weekend and a little extra if anyone needed some. As darkness fell and the only light around was my fire, I slipped out of my bra and panties and t shirt and shorts and into a black satin camisole and tap panty set and put my shoes back on. I sat on the bench next to the fire and enjoyed...