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sent chills down my spine. These creatures could be
     fearsome to behold, but I knew them as kind and attentive lovers and fathers.
     They would never hurt their own, only outsiders who meant harm.
    After Maggy began to fuss, Leslie brought her over, and she suckled on me, until her eyes
     drifted shut. I put her to bed with Daisy and Wolfie ,
     who were now asleep in each other’s arms. They’d shared a bond since birth, and
     they were the best of friends. The atmosphere shifted at camp then, the
     occupants preparing for an evening of entertainment. I glanced at Shelly, and
     she smiled knowingly. She’d volunteered to visit, not having seen the Bigfoots
     in years, thus placing herself entirely in their power. Any woman entering a
     Sasquatch camp had to know this.
    She scooted towards me. “Not much has
     changed.”
    “Nope.” I glanced at Leonard, who had
     lit a pipe, which was filled with cannabis.
    “I can’t believe you’ve had so many
     kids.”
    “It’s not that many. Only three.”
    “I never thought I’d be back here.”
    “Why’d you come?”
    She shrugged. “I wanted to see you
     guys. Daisy’s adorable. Maggy’s adorable. You seem happy.”
    “I am. I have the best of both worlds.
     I can be here as long as I want and then go home.”
    “And you’re married.”
    “But you get to travel and stuff.
     You’ve been to Europe. I want to travel.”
    “It was okay. I thought I was gonna get married, but then the
     asshole was messing around on me. It’s still…painful.”
    “I’m sorry, Shelly.”
    “Thanks.” She stared at the ground.
    “How long are you staying?”
    “I’m not sure. As long as the
     scientists, I guess.”
    Shelly hated the woods. She loathed
     the primitive conditions. It had been an adjustment at first, but I had gotten
     used to living sparsely. My friend seemed unhappy. “You should come with us
     tomorrow. I need the exercise to get the baby fat off.”
    “I might. I’m thinking about it.
     You’ve got a phone. I can always get picked up whenever.”
    I nudged her. “It’ll be an
     adventure.”
    She looked thoughtful. “It’s never
     boring with the tribe.”
    “No, it isn’t.”
    Pooky glanced at us from the other side of
     the fire, his eyes flashing with interest. He neared, sitting next to Shelly. I
     grinned, knowing the horny ape had naughty plans. Leslie was with Harry, who
     licked her neck, although she didn’t seem to mind.
    Dr. Haynes got to his feet. “We
     should call it a night.” He typically didn’t stay to watch our orgies. “We’re
     hiking pretty early tomorrow.”
    Steven glanced amongst us, noting the
     change in circumstance, as couples had drifted together. He stood, brushing off
     his pants. “Good night all.”
    “Night,” I said. The Bigfoots ignored
     their departure.
    Zelda participated in our amusements
     infrequently, preferring to sleep. She had disappeared inside a tent. We were
     evenly matched, which was unusual, one ape per woman.
    “Shelly-belly, you’re about to get to
     know Pooky a lot better,” said Leslie.
    “The best sex I ever had was with you guys.”
    That statement was a surprise. “It is
     good, isn’t it?”
    Pooky nuzzled her neck, sniffing and
     nibbling. Her long brown hair was pushed aside, as he moved in for the kill.
     “Oh, you have no idea…”
    I sat on Leonard’s lap, his cock
     having hardened under me. It left a sizable wet spot on the bottom of my
     shorts. Leslie kissed Harry, their tongues meeting. The heat of the fire
     tempered the coolness of the evening; the occasional twig snapped loudly. I sighed,
     as Leonard grasped my breasts, pressing the mounds together. I was full of
     milk, nearly overflowing, and he enjoyed suckling me, releasing the pressure.
     My shirt was over my head, and I unhooked my bra, the abundance of my breasts
     falling free. This action captured Pooky’s attention;
     the horny ape gazed at the offering, his tongue licking the corner of his