I'm a tinkerer and computer geek...web design and repairs. I barter my services for different things. I also harvest a good crop of sensemilla and do ...retty good with that.”“What's that?” Carla asked.“It's what your smoking. It's the flower buds of marijuana. I just started harvesting.”“Is that legal?” Carla's eyes widened.“What if I told you that Al, the chief of police, has a crop on his property?”“The chief of police...are you serious?” I couldn't believe what I heard.“I am. Also, harvest. I looked over to see Greg holding Martha’s head tight to him as he pushed his cock deep inside her mouth. Judging from the sounds coming from her, he was shooting an ample load of cum down her throat.After a minute or so, Robby pulled out and collapsed at my side. Martha and Greg came over and lay down next to us and we all cuddled for a bit before cleaning up, dressing and heading back to the main room. We chatted for a bit longer with them, then headed home. As soon as we walked in the door,. "Mom, Mom, I'm going to ... ohhhh ... cummmmmmm!" John screamed.Becky pumped frantically as she felt the large head swell in her mouth. She felt John lift his hips and then freeze. Suddenly the back of her throat was filled with his thick cream. It blasted out with great force, forcing her to swallow or choke. She swallowed once, twice, three times and it kept coming. When it finally slowed, she held the last drops in her mouth and savored them. She sat back with her eyes closed and slowly. “Fuck me nice and slow,” she whispers.My long, slow strokes continue as our kiss becomes increasingly passionate.She raises her legs, interlocking her ankles behind my back. Her hands grasp the back of my head. “God, you are driving me crazy.”Our tongues slowly interweave, as our rhythm remains the same. As I push inside, her hips thrust upward. Her breathing increases and with a quiver in her voice, she whispers, “Fuck me fast and hard, I’m really close.”As I slowly withdraw and then return.