I remember camping a month in lower Georgia. We took a small boat out of St Marys on the St Marys river to a small island. It seems like it used to be the Rockerfeller plantation and mansion. There were still wild horses on the island but not much of anything else. There were only a few other couples that took the boat over and we had to stay all afternoon until picked up later. I can't remember, but think there may have been restrooms and some sort of canteen. We never stay with people on tours so Dollie and I went off down several trails and ended up nude sunbathing and swimming most of the day. I'm sure we fucked. It was the normal thing to do on a sunny summer afternoon alone on an island.
We have never really traveled out of the states but have been lucky enough to spend time alone on many other small islands, even on the Mississippi River and Illinois River when we lived near it. I always pictured being on Fantasy Island or Gilligan's island fucking those movie stars. Since Dollie was the only one there I'd fuck her silly.
Of course we fucked on all of the Florida Keys and several sand bars in the ocean.
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