The first is Vickie Tern. Without her encouragement and inspiration thisstory would never have been written.The second is our muse, Kelly Ann Rogers;...her midcourse corrections werevital to the story's completion.As the authors we hope you enjoy reading this bit of fun.If anyone wishes to build off our FFL cub theme; you have our permissionand encouragement.Marina Joy and Monica Rose :)During the course of the week, Bob kept to a regimen of herbalsupplements' and girlie hormones and spent all. “Patience,” I smiled, pausing only for a moment as I flicked my tongue over her clit.She groaned in pleasure and frustration, wrapping her long legs around my back.I curled my middle finger up inside her, feeling the bumpy ridges of her G-spot just under her swollen clit. She immediately straightened her back and gasped for me.“That’s it!” she said, finding a sexy tone in her voice. “Make me cum again!”Her words were very encouraging, and I almost forgot my focus, whirling my tongue over her. She kept begging. Ram!!!! Into that pussy I jammed it all. I thrust so hard and deep I felt her cervix, and she screamed out that she loved it, she loved it, fuck me harder daddy! Fucking and fucking and fucking. Faster and faster and faster. Deeper and deeper and deeper. Harder and harder and harder. This bitch was getting the fucking she had begged for, and more. Humping my ass, I fucked her for as many comes as she wanted and needed. She was grunting like a whore as I fucked her and she kept. The first half was over. The Tigers hadn't scored. But neither had we.Some of us actually learn from our mistakes. This year, I set the alarm.Traci, Peter, and Kelly had hung out until almost ten, overstaying their welcome by a couple of hours, but we had fun anyway, and at least Peter hadn't asked for a rubber when they left.I set the alarm, and Tami and I climbed into bed.Sleeping in Tami's arms was still magical. Waking in them even to the blare of an alarm even more so. We looked at each.