// First time poster, long time lurker.
My wife and I had spent the day exploring the cypress swamps of Southern Illinois. The weather hadn’t yet caught on that September should mean cool nights. We were tired, sweaty, and ready to climb into our tent and sleep.
We’ve got one of those fancy roof-top tents on the bed of our truck. Fold it open and it’s a cozy nest in the air with all your favorite bedding already inside. Our campground was in a tiny town that had definitely seen better days, so there was nobody else in the campsite except for a couple of empty RVs, trucks gone, probably drinking at the tiny bar down the road.
We’re both tall so the tent is especially cozy. I’m 6’5”, 270, just a big cuddly, hairy bearded bear. Down below I’m not too small, not too big, juuuust right—and uncut. My wife is 6’1” and slender with the exception of her fine and full ass and legs that go forever, hair short. She’d fit right in with /r/bois.