" Have you and Sandy thought any more about where you're going in April?" Not much. Several people at work suggested the Southwest, someplace like Tuc...on or Santa Fe. I haven't had a chance to investigate anything further yet. Sandy, did you find out anything more?" No, nothing more than that I've checked the climate data for that area, and it should be quite pleasant during the day, cooling off at night. There's a lot of good hiking and climbing in that part of the country." Let's send. "Mmmmmmmmmm... yeah Charley, drink me. Taste me...," he whispers. I look up into his eyes and comply.I suck him like I've been doing it all my life. Lonnie's eyes relax into pleased slits; grinning satisfaction spreads across his face."Yeah... that's it," he says. "Suck my big dick," his thrusting hips driving his giant cock in and out of my mouth. Soon he moves in perfect rhythm with my sucking and we work together like a single b**st.We pick up the pace.Lonnie drives his cock to the back of. .. you need a SHAVE?"Damn, damn, damn, damn, DAMN! A very cute bobcat kit had climbed on my chest and head-butted my chin.Feed ME!I had so hoped that the weird dream was just that ... the product of a State Park driftwood beach fire burning underdone hotdogs and too many Girl Scout S'mores.It was that too ... but the all too real adventure of Isabelle, the Mom Bob, and her five kits slapped me in the face."I'm up, I'm up," I complained as I tried to burrow deeper and reclaim the dream of naked. She herself was just as foggy as he. A small part of her trying to escape. She ignored the small voice, only relishing in the pleasure, orders and programming as she moved forward and straddled her prey.She ran her hands through his hair. And peeled off his shirt. Kissing and nibbling his ears. Her hands sliding down his bare chest. She got off of his lap, and kneeled before him, taking off his belt, made of rich dark expensive leather. She then slowly removed his pants, and boxers. Her eyes.