My clothing had been removed by eager paws, exposing enormous milk-filled breasts that glowed in the firelight. My nipples hardened instantly in the evening chill. Leslie was naked, and she got up to dance with Zelda. They rubbed together in a sensual and erotic display of female love. Their mouths met for a heated, tongue-filled kiss. The older woman tossed her dress over her head, revealing that she wasn’t wearing anything underneath. Her trim physique was graced with slightly sagging breasts, partially hidden by messy and tangled hair. Leslie’s equally dark hair hung down her back in silky strands. They gyrated and swayed to the drum sounds, which were banged by one of the Sasquatches. “Whhhoooaaarrr…” growled Bubba, who had a long pipe attached to his lips. He was the leader of the Bigfoot tribe, and he was older and slightly grizzled with shaggy fur. His eyes were heavily lidded, the effects of the cannabis sedating him. “Leslie,” he rasped. She turned to look at him, smiling.
