"Sharon hungry. We look for food and water?"
"Yes," Heather agreed. "That sounds like a very good idea."
They moved on through the forest, but after a few minutes Sharon held up her hand. "Sharon hear noises," she whispered. "We hide?" Not waiting for an answer, she took Heather's hand and led her off the trail they had been following, into a thick patch of undergrowth that would keep them from being seen.
Heather briefly wondered whether Sharon had only imagined hearing something, but then she heard a twig snap. In a moment, the cause of the sound came into view, walking along the path: an attractive young woman with curly dark hair, whose breasts were fully the equal of Sharon's GGs. (She had slaked her thirst from the same lake as Sharon.) She wore only a small pair of black lace panties. (Heather was the best dressed of the three. Her nightie had been stretched rather than torn by her breasts' temporary expansion, and was now rather a loose fit.)
Seeing that the woman presented no threat, Sharon and Heather emerged from the bushes.
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