They were concerned about a place to live. Their nest would be too small."What do they call themselves," I asked. "All smart cats have names so they c...n communicate with each other easily." My mate calls me Mighty Hunter and I call her Lady of the Lake." The male answered.I suggested that we shorten those names to Hunter and Lake. I told them not to be concerned about a new nest. I would help them find a new nest.I called the head ranger and asked if he had any job openings. He had some summer. I'd wake to find her playing with my cock which, like most men in the morning, was in 'glory'. I'd turn over to snuggle in spoon position and begin fingering her crack and massaging her clitoris; feeling the swell of her belly and the magnificence of her breasts as my cock leaked it's juices over her lower back. I loved the way her cunt 'juiced-up' making squishy squelchy sounds as my finger delved deep into her womanly charms. She'd know that I needed to fuck her and that delaying would not. Clamping down, she tries to keep him out, but it doesn’t seem to slow him down. It feels like its ripping her apart, and it’s too big for her. Kim later said it was almost as big as her wrist, and she wasn’t as deep as he could’ve gone as she can still remember that he just kept pushing despite bottoming out inside her while she loudly sobbed and cried, unable to even speak. Just when she felt him pull and begged for it to be over in her head, she felt herself being rolled onto her tummy again,. I stared up at the tree above us, the branches swaying, almost moaning like it shared the same wicked pleasure as me. That made me grin, imagining a tree cumming thanks to a wicked princess’s licking mouth.Or maybe just getting off on watching our lesbian passion.“Ooh, yes, princess,” I moaned, staring up at the swaying branches, leaves so dark as twilight deepened. “Just devour my snatch. Make me cum on those royal lips.”“Yes! Shower me in your tangy cream!”The princess jabbed two fingers into.