He handed me a cold beer and we sat on the couch and smoked a joint. He put on some music, and he sat next to me. He fired up another joint, and slid...next to me and blew me a shotgun. I was getting really stoned, and he put his hand on my thigh. It surprised me, but I didn't move, it felt good on my leg, and I was feeling stoned and horny. Next thing I knew was my cock was growing in my jeans, and Dave must have noticed. He put his arm around me and rubbed his other hand up and down my. She was short but somewhat muscular. Got a little bit of a roll if she was leaning but her proportions were completely normal. Most days she wore jeans or khakis, never tight fitting leggings or tanktops. A lot of the fat that she did have ended up in her chest, but that's not the part I liked. Even more of it ended up where she sits; her ass was tight fitting, round and wide.Maybe part of the reason I fantasized about her so much was because she was so obviously out of my reach. We were good. Rachael and I sat on her settee, and she approached us with her hands clasped together. Smiling she said, “Now what would ladies like to drink?” “Whatever you like Ms. Simmons, and I must say you look wonderful,” Rachael quickly replied. “Why thank you dear, nice of you to say so, and you two look prettier than ever. My, you’re no longer the school girls I used to know, you’ve grown into beautiful young women. Perhaps some sherry before dinner,” she suggested, and then disappeared into. She had been the main subject of most of my masturbatory fantasies for over half my of my life and this past summer's steamy encounters made me want her more than ever. I still had a few pairs of soiled panties hidden in my room, those sent by Alena and two I had stolen from my Aunt, but my Aunt's were the only ones that got any use. I fantasized about our previous encounters and those I had hoped were yet to come. I wanted our encounters to continue, but wasn't sure she that she would. I.