Chris had me suck his cock anytime it was possible. After school at his mom's house, during weekend stay-overs at his dad's, behind some bushes by so...e old train tracks. The train tracks was where I found a playing card where the image on the back of the card (An 8 of Spades) of a man with a huge cock sitting in a wicker chair being sucked off by a woman and there was a small logo on the card that said "Swedish Erotica". I kept the card in my wallet after I found it and jerked-off to it. Five seconds later, Ellen could find each one. In a minute, she could identify what animal it was, how far away, and in which direction. Two minutes after that, she had the equivalent of knowing what was making them angry.I don’t blame the bear for being angry. I would be pissed off if someone took me from my mom and relocated me to a forest hundreds of miles away. Yes, having your nuts clawed as you tried to mount the strongest alpha bitch in the area would piss me off too.I fucked the. "I'm going to need plenty of rest before I go with you tomorrow, because I expect to be pretty tired by the time the day is over. I sure hope I am." "You and me both. Tired and happy." The next day, well-rested and clean-shaven, except for my mustache, I picked up Sam at his apartment and drove over to call on Betsy. When I pressed the button under her name by the front door, she asked who was calling. "George and Sam," I answered. "Oooo, good. I really need you guys. You know where my. I was about half way done when I heard the door open. I rolled my eyes and prayed to god to please save me from the nightmare from which I was about to enter. As I turned the corner into the kitchen, I saw someone looking searching through the cabinets. I stopped instantly where I was. The ass that was waving in the air was not Rebecca’s. The person turned around and sure enough it was Rebecca. “Hi bud, how’s it going?”“Who the f@#k are you?”“What? It’s me, Rebecca.” She laughed.I had a wtf.