"Frank! Did you hear what that ranger said about the bears? How they've beenseeing a mommy bear and her two cubs in and around the vicinity of thecamp...rounds?" Yes, I heard." Frank's reply was that of an automaton in that it wasdistant, flat and completely devoid of emotions."Well, don't you find it ironic that you dreamed about a mommy bear and hertwo cubs only last night? Not only that you did that! But, in your dream youencountered them down at the campstore! You know, one of the very same. She could, but wouldn’t. Something like that shouldn’t be given to someone random, but someone she trusted and loved. And who could she trust better than Mercedes? Who else did she love like Mercedes?Mute, she nodded.Mercedes was on her in the next split-second. Her description was wrong about one thing: the kiss did taste sweet, the watermelon flavour of Mercedes’ gloss humming against her lips. This was definitely one of the hotter kisses she’d mentioned, Mercedes’ eagerness sending thrills. She picked up her water bottle, sipped, moistened dry lips by licking them with her wet tongue, and dropped the bottle next to her bag under the shade of the parasol. When Carl left the water and began his walk back up the strip of beach, she flapped her towel into place on top of the colourful beach blanket.“Do you feel better?” she asked as he approached her station. She glanced from his face, down his dripping torso to his bushy hair out of which hung a thick circumcised tube, sea water. With a thumb eased into her pussy, I suck her clit into my mouth and she grinds eagerly into my face. My tongue is inside her when she cums again and I feel the spasms rip through her, groans and moans turning into a mewling cry. But she’s soon squatting over my cock, slowly lowering onto it. She is so wet, she slides down as deep as she can in one perfect movement. The feeling for me is sensational, sublime, out of this world. Grinding her clit against my pelvic bone, Annie rocks up and down,.