I took another heavy hit while he whipped out his dick again. I knew he couldn’t refuse it either and he needed to feel all that slippery cum on his... tool. He wasn’t even hard but after a few strokes, he was revving again. This time he used his two hands and formed a pussy tunnel, pushing his cock through the holes he made with his middle fingers and his thumbs. He was enjoying it so much, he wouldn’t let go to take a smoke so I held the blunt up to his mouth so he could inhale while he fucked. I slowly took my index finger and felt her inside, slippery, soft, and warm. Her juices immediately covered my finger and began to seep out on my comforter. My other index finger found her precious clit that I began to rub while pushing in another finger. Soon enough, I couldn't wait any longer and brought my face down to her pussy, my tongue rubbing her clit before entering her. She tasted different from me; I had been expecting the same taste. But she tasted better. I went and licked every. She was perplexed by the dream she had. "Did I really have a cock?," she thought. She, somehow, found that to be arousing. She sat up and stretched. She looked at her crotch, to find her wet pulsing pussy, but no cock. She was momentarily upset before pushing that thought to the back of her mind.She turned her attention to the bear in the cave with her. The bear is awake, but did not move from the position Lilith kept her in. Then, something unexpected happened, the bear spoke, "Why did you not. " Um, okay," I said. I was still confused. "And how do you know Jesse?" Ah, I see now where I done went and took the wrong turn down this particular highway," he said, almost to himself. "I didn't introduce myself very proper here, did I? Son, as I told you a moment ago, my name's Pickett Cropper, but most folks just call me Pick. I'm the head coach of the University of Florida soccer team, down here in Gainesville, Florida." Oh, I get it," I said stupidly. Hey, my mama always said I should.