Promised Land

Promised Land Milk and Nature's Best Honey

"Damnit, I mean darn it, it's hot"
The voice came from a short, brown-haired woman milky pale skin. Her name was Arrika, Arrika Skimming.
"Well no shit, it is Palestine,"
This reply came from her best friend, a tall bronze skinned woman with honey-blonde hair. Her name was Dyanna Besin

The two were devout Catholics on a trip to the Palestine to give aid on a missions trip, along with the rest of their group, 4 others, and Mother Superior.

Arrika was shy girl, and joined her church's missions team to help without giving her name out to everyone. While she may be timid, there's no denying who she was inside. She was a very motherly soul, often looking out for her friends like a litter of pups.
Physically, she was a little on the large side, having a decent layer of tissue that covered her body, while depositing extra in her ass and thighs.

Her friend Dyanna, was a very rambunctious person, and, as such, was the face of the party. Her loud disposition, however, gave way to a very sweet girl, the kind of sweet that makes you think of your typical first girlfriend in movies. She even embodied the appearance as such, a slim, sun-kissed figure that, while standing over most girls, stood just below many guys.

The two had been left at the hotel to keep watch over belongings while the Mother Superior took the other four to get dinner for them. They had been gone for roughly 35 minutes.

"Still, I'd expect the AC to actually work," said Arrika. Dyanna responded,
"Doesn't matter if it does, it can only get so cold when the rooms are insulated to keep in all the heat at night. Anyways, I'm craving something sweet."
"What did you have in mind?"
"Well we are in "the land of milk and honey," I want some honey sugar."

For a moment, Arrika thought to tell Dyanna that dinner should be on its way, but she relinquished the idea. After all, she only wanted a little sweetness, and she was craving milk all of a sudden.
"Alright, I know there's honey in the cupboard, and now you got me wanting a glass of milk," Arrika pointed out to her friend.

As Dyanna walked over to the kitchenette, Arrika stood up quickly herself. As she did, her whole body jiggled a little. She pulled the bottle of milk out of the small fridge, stocked with very little other than some fruits. She poured out a cupful into her pink plastic glass, and brought it up to her lips. As she did, Dyanna spooned an amount of honey, straight from the bear-shaped bottle, and pulled it to her mouth.