I'd watched her spinning and dancing in her back yard.That kind of dress had done her mother good. I loved the way it flared out when she spun. Then I...thought about how I had giggled when she spun real fast and it showed her white panties.As I thought about it, I wondered if it was the same dress. Perhaps it was.Lindie sort of said that when they had left her dad and Rock Creek so many years ago, all they packed was a single suitcase each. Perhaps it was the same dress. Part of what had been. *BEAR*SOFTLY*GASPED* -- and then sucked the air out of the gasp so Gray couldn't hear.It was Bee's hand. She had done a tiny movement of her hand against his wrist and belly signaling him not to jerk off - or so he thought. *GASP* "no" the softest voice imaginable was heard. So quiet Bear questioned if it came from his own mind or Bee sent it from her sleep somehow through telepathy. He stopped trying to jerk off and then moved his cock in a way he thought would be more neutral to go back to. My fingers were slick from her juices and that sexy-squelching noise was driving me crazy! Her soft, round tummy rubbed against my dick. She continued smoking the joint all the while. Making it even sexier as she let out billows of smoke roll out or her mouth. I let my free hand massage her chunky-ass, roughly. She began thrusting harder and turned her head to me. “You…(ungh!!)want some more…(Ooof)?” she panted. Her eyes were so sleepy and glazed. She almost looked as if she were about to. He leaned back, exposing himself to her. She bent over him, crushing his penis between her full breasts. She began to move back and forth slowly, with each stroke I saw the muscles in his narrow hips flex.She released her breasts and stood before him. I saw her fingers working at her nipples, pulling, tugging and pinching while he watched with sultry eyes. She opened her legs and bent over him, exposing her sex to me and anyone else watching while going down on Greg's impressive cock. Her head.