Finding it impossible to sleep, I decided to take a walk down the beach and perhaps take a dip in the ocean. The night air had a slight chill, but the...sand was still warm on my feet and it felt good to be doing something. The breeze off the water, the sound of the waves, all had a relaxing effect. I could see the lights from houses far up the dunes, and wondered what the occupants were like, what they were doing. I could hear the sounds of a party much further down the beach, and continued. The b**st placed a paw on his back, and felt it for a moment. Then the paw slid down, and rubbed his buttocks. George couldn't, for the life of him, understand what the bear wanted. All that he could see was it's hairy legs. Suddenly, the b**st shifted it's weight, and George found himself lying in the grass. A paw clamped onto his thigh. No, it couldn't be thinking about...He tried to scream through a mouthful of grass, as the bear, panting in his ear, used it's massive weight to force an. My little white slut is fucking me with her tongue. Go on, eat my black cunt. Get me wet for your son's cock."My mother licked the black woman's pussy until Latisha pushed her head away. "Don't be sad," she taunted my mother. "You'll get to eat me a lot. But now I want to fuck your son. Go on, do the honors ... stick his dick in me."I was amazed that Latisha used the same expression Mr. Jackson had earlier. But that thought was short-lived when my mother got onto her knees and looked at me. She. She was obviously wet. Very wet. This was the best pussy licking I had seen in a long time. The guy was very much enjoying her pussy and she was thoroughly enjoying the attention she was getting. She writhed with pleasure as his mouth took her closer to climax. She grabbed his head and pulled it into her sex and, as he slid a finger into her wet hole, her moans turned to screams as her orgasm rippled through her perfect body.By now I was good and hard and slowly rubbing my hand up and down my.