She lived with her father in Mexico, but her mother - who came from California - divorced her husband and went back there. Her mother would love to ha...e had her daughter with her. She heard of some men that smuggle aliens from Mexico to California for money and she was saving for that.Hank, Jim, and Bob were very close friends. Not only were they friends, but they had similar interests. They liked girls. No, they didn't like them, they loved them. But most of all, they loved taking advantage of. It brought a smile to her face and she stretched out suddenly thinking of the feelings in her body. She brushed her fingers alongside her butt crevice. It was like. She had always know him, or at least always wanted him. She realized her fingers had begun to lightly touch around the skin on her lips, drawing her skin back then up tightly. After a few moments she decided she would surprise him with a visit to the big tub where he lay silently enjoying the moment…she brought herself to the edge. My shoulders dig into the rough sand and I scream in protest and pleasure. He knows better than to stop, in fact, he goes faster. One last moan and he lets loose, filling me to the brim, cum spilling out of my cunt. My pussy milks his dick with slow, steady squeezes. He lays his head on my shoulder, my legs still draped over his. I rub his back in steady circles, waiting for our breathing to slow. He grins up at me and kisses my nose. "Let's go back to the truck babe." We scoop up our clothes. “But then you will never know from where came the fur of the cave bear, will you?”He stops his movement as soon as I speak the last, and turns quickly. “How did you—?” he begins. “I never—” His voice makes an accusation. “You knew what it was all along, didn’t you?”“Yes,” I say.“How did you know? Where did it come from?”I laugh. “From the bear, of course. He had no more need of it after I killed him.”“You’re telling me you hunted a cave bear?” he demands with a scowl.“No sane person hunts a.