I let the hose lie where it was and packed the washing accessories into the trunk. I backed into the garage and closed the door. Stripping out of my w...t clothes, I ran through the house and got back to my perch that overlooked the front. They had started working again and were obviously excitedly talking about something. I fantasized that I was the topic of their conversation.Holding the binoculars up to my eyes, I zoomed in on them. One hand held the looking glasses while the other one shot. A mixture of Latakia, Turkish, Burley, and Cannabis," he winked knowingly at Lena, who seemed to have a silly smirk on her face as though she was sharing some kind of secret with him. "Mostly the latter," he added."Can -- cana --?" she tried to pronounce the last named tobacco. Somehow she was having a hard time focusing her mind on the word; things were getting a little woozy, in fact."Cannabis," Mark repeated. "Sometimes referred to as grifti, when it comes from Morocco as this particular. But you don't have to take your hand away. I like it where it is." He smiled winningly again and Velvet had to laugh. She wasn't sure if he was handing her a line or not. It didn't matter. She was coming to like Tony a lot."Companions in misery working for a son of a bitch," she said. "But my hand gets so tired just hanging there. Let's see if this isn't more comfortable."She frightened herself with her boldness, but knew it was possibly the only way she could find out if Tony was lying to her. ”“That’s because there’s not much of it,” she laughed, “it barely covers my boobs and the bottom is basically just a thong.”“I know,” he replied, “like l said, you look amazing in it.”“This is really wicked,” she laughed, retrieving the bikini from the suitcase and passing Peter his shorts, then tossing him a shirt, “Here,” she said, “you’d better cover your chest and back those red lines look angry.”Peter went to her and gently cupped her tits. “What about these?” he asked, “your nipples look.
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