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I surveyed my surroundings and soaked in the eerie silence that accompanied it. There was something unmistakably creepy about these woods. When the wind through the trees began to resemble a whisper, I quickened my step as night began to overtake the woods in an impenetrably black shroud. We cooked hot dogs for dinner at the campsite. This was followed by one of the things I was most looking forward to, making s’mores around the campfire. He told us that he was now going to tell the tale of the Batners.Īs we began to eat, the Ranger that had served as our guide gathered everyone’s attention. #Gay porn muscle daddies fuck blidfolded twink free.
