He tweaked it once, twice, tantalizingly, sending more rivulets of warm liquid excitement trailing down her inner thighs. Then his finger went lower, ...ower, poised at the lips of her vagina, slipping inside now, burying it in again, withdrawing, slid in and out of her nakedly waiting cunt-hole and as she rolled and twisted her hips with delight at the sensations coursing through her flesh from his manipulations. Then Carl began again to talk to Lily in his droning, hypnotic voice."I want to. ”“You’re telling me you hunted a cave bear?” he demands with a scowl.“No sane person hunts a cave bear alone,” I tell him. “The bear, however, had no such compunction. Ordinarily they didn’t trouble us unprovoked, but for whatever reason of its own this one chose to make prey of me. I was careless and did not realize until it came at me.”“I’d think you would have run like hell,” Graham says.“One does not run from a cave bear, it’s much faster than a man,” I explain. “It runs on four legs to our. I told her that i did not understand. She said that in order to be performing i needed daily practice and that i cannot make for what i have lost already. This kinda freaked me out a little. I mean i did not wanna lose all that i had gained.I then asked her if she was being serious. She said she was speaking out of experience. Listening to this i gave her a sly smile and asked her about her sex life. She laughed so loud that i could not even know what she meant. She then said that she would. "My goodness, Sandra," her grandmother said as she reacted to the pictures. "These are beautiful photos. You should be a model, not a cheerleader."Her granddaughter blushed. "Grandma, don't be silly. I don't look anything like those models you see in magazines. But these are very nice pictures, Mark. Thank you very much." You're very welcome. I don't want get an argument started here, but I tend to agree with your grandmother, Sandy. I think Barbara Adams took some very fine photos that day.".