But when it’s just me, Liv, and Mary Jane, we can be however we want or however we are. We talk about intelligent and not-so-intelligent stuff, watc... interesting and not-so-interesting stuff, and we just enjoy life. “Ooh, I’m about to smoke an L with L-ivia,” I joked as she cracked the Philly and handed it to me. I quickly rolled us a fat one and started to blaze it up. She opened the window and lit the incense – part of the routine that we knew so well. There is no rule of “puff puff pass”. Liz gave me a warm welcome when I stepped in. She put her arms around my neck and gave me a soft kiss.“I was going to wait but I figured you’d find me,” she said. “I felt a little gross. You put a little too much on my booty.”“Sorry,” I said. “It just looked so white that I didn’t want you to burn.”“Because then you couldn’t feel me up all the time,” Liz said.“Well, duh,” I replied as I slid my hands down from her hips to her butt. She had already soaped it up but I could still feel remnants of. Sooner than he wanted he was swaying on his feet through the last of a powerful orgasm. Pulling out he thrust his now dirtied cock back into her pussy and pumped until his penis was limp with exertion. When he finally pulled out and stepped away the girl was sagging against her restraints, sobbing uncontrollably under her hood. "Now that's what I call an education, bitch." He whispered, "One you won't soon forget." He looked down at her upturned bottom and smiled as semen oozed from her. Or so, he’d be fucked up from drinking his brandy, he’d tumble into bed and snore through the night. For that reason he had the rear bedroom, overlooking the barn where he kept some of his best whiskey hidden in a secret floor.Grandma and I went at it like rabbits throughout the summer, at least twice a day into the night, after all the visitors had gone and Grandpa was snoring asleep, knocked cold, dead to the world from the brandy he had to have every evening.When college started in September.