Druggies of any sort were quickly abandoned. Laws on drunk driving are bad enough, but to get locked up for funny cigarettes in small town is unbelie...ably bad judgment.(Note this takes place a few years into the past before the nicotine nazi’s had taken over)The young lady started fumbling through her purse apparently looking for a lighter, always the gentleman Steve leaned over and lit the cigarette for her, before lighting his own. A polite thank you in a soft well moderated voice was his. The next thing was a ball of taffeta and satin in white which turned outto be a man sized baby girl's dress! I started wailing. She immediatelystuffed a large dummy in my mouth. "Now Missy you will keep that in yourmouth at all times, you need to improve your sucking action. If it dropsout of your mouth you will get a beating and I will know as you can't pickit up!" she screamed with laughter.She asked me to raise my arms and put the dress over me. She must havebeen planning this for a while as. Now the heck could that be? What the fuck was this eagerness I kept asking myself.Her jet black hair with hazel tints complemented her hazel eyes that were piercingly looking right into my eyes whilst half my cock is at her mercy of her mouth and those lush lips. That kept sucking and slurping. The sounds was erotic, no wonder with age comes perfection. Once the slurping subsided I raised her up to my face. She was tip toeing trying to kiss the face off me. Tongues galore. It was an invasion. You've never been much of a drinker in the past, so he'll naturally assume that after a couple of drinks, and you feigning to be tired and a bit tipsy, that passing out on the couch will seem perfectly normal. Just don't be too obvious about it, if I actually manage to coax him into doing anything." What?" I thought, asking myself. "Doing anything? And with mom there pretending to be asleep?" Obviously, there was a lot going on I didn't know about yet, but whatever it was ... some aspect of.