"God, I'm so horny!"She let the bear slide off of herself, and then turned over onto her side. She wore shorts and a simple, button-down summer blouse...with short sleeves. Her long legs were bare, her blonde hair loose around her face. As she turned, she put her hand between her thighs and pushed it against the mound of her cunt. Just that diffused pressure made her pussy tingle."Why won't somebody fuck me? Daddy, why won't you fuck me?"Lying on her side, she humped her hand, bouncing her pussy. It was a halter-necked sundress, so I wore no bra, and was left standing in my cotton panties, as I slipped the flimsy garment over my head. By the time I had shrugged off my shoes, Daphne and Maria were already on either side of thebed, ensuring that I slid on between them, their heady scent enveloping me, the thrust of those fantastic nipples all-too obvious through the silk of the blonde’s slip. I had never been attracted to my own sex, but there was, I had to admit to myself, something more. Again, she reached into her drawers and pulled out a pairof black knickers. They were the sort she would wear when feeling alittle fat - control knickers I think you call them. She threw them atme. And gave me a look to say that I'd better put them on. I didn'thang around.After a bit of rummaging, she produced a pair of fishnet hold-ups fromthe drawer and again threw them at me."Darling, can't we just..." I tried to say."Shut up. Put on the stockings and do as you're told," she snapped.The. All seven of us turned to butchering the triceratops, and we finished in record time. It was obvious that we needed more carts if we were going to take full advantage of all of the meat provided by just one triceratops. As it was, we took the best parts and made ready to return home.We had gotten about half way across the large meadow where we had killed the triceratops when we heard human voices shouting behind us. We turned to look and saw two terrified men in a stumbling run trying to catch.