I ask the girls, "See if your doors open."I hear them fumbling in the back seat then Zarika replies, "My door will not open."Yasmeen helpfully answers... "My door is also locked. Ms. Donaldson, this reminds me of a television show I used to watch called Bait Car. The police would leave a car like it was abandoned then when the thieves took it they would dis ... come ... bobulate ... able ... uh ... damn what is that word Zarika?"Zarika adds, "Disable the car and lock the doors. I agree Ms.. I’m not a coke head. I am experimenting.”“I hate your experiments.”“And I hate your demands. Doesn’t love have to have some kind of acceptance?”“I’ve accepted your fucking around. Isn’t that enough?”“No. I can’t be bound by your narrow morals.”“Obviously.”“How did you know about the coke?” he asked her.“Joanne.”“Why?”“When I realized you were on smack. I told her. She told me. She’s worried. I don’t want to have to be.”“Maybe she told you on purpose. To sew discord.”“She’s welcome to you. But. ’ Karen had taken hold of the ribbon that was still wrapped around Angel’s hips and trailed down between her legs. She gave it a small tug and pulled it away from the girl’s luscious body. Angel was now completely naked and stretched out before them. Joanne had moved in between Angel’s legs and placed her fingers on the inside of each slender thigh. Well, it would seem that Giselle likes to caress but I like to lick.’ Joanne said. With that, Joanne lowered her head as her tongue stretched out. After downing the beer Tommy tossed me his phone and wispered "for pics." He then dropped his shorts and out sprang a huge twitching cock. It must have been at least 11 inches and as thick as a beer can. While I starred at it he snapped his fingers to remind me of my photo duties. He walked over to behind Dee's bent over ass, her face was buried against the couch cushions and she hadn't woken up. I turned on the phone and started snapping pics as he positioned the head of his throbbing cock up.