His tongue was inside of me. But I didn't get hard, I didn't get horned up. It was not sexual to me. It was a way to party, a way to get high. He rimm...d me until I had finished the joint. My dick was still shriveled, it was still soft. It didn't feel like it would ever be hard again.As he rolled the third joint, he took one hit and handed it to me. His tongue had been in my ass. Even as I hit the joint, I knew what the mouth it had just been in had done to me. It didn't matter. None of this. She turns and I cup my hand over the furry bulge of her sex mound between her legs. Her mound is just the right size for my hand, as if it was made just for me! Through her coarse pubic hair I feel her vagina slit. I slip my fingertip in between her labia and begin to stroke her slit near the top where her sensitive clitoris lies. She gasps with the sudden pleasure!Her hand goes down and begins to play with my penis and balls. My penis is half erect sticking straight out in front of me. She. Cara…you are so beautiful. Now come around, put your coat in the back seat and then get in with me.”“Please, Keith, someone will see me.”“Maybe someone will, but it will just be a flash.”I did as he said. I opened the back door, threw in my coat and shut the door. Then I heard the door locks click. Keith rolled down the window.“I’ll let you in in just a minute. But first I want you to turn around and stay facing the road until I unlock the doors. Please don’t try to cover yourself. I’ll let you. I will be happy to pay your for your travel time." Yvonne gave him another long look with an indecipherable expression, then agreed to visit again each Monday afternoon. At the door, she said a polite goodbye, but did not extend her hand. It was obvious she was at least uncomfortable with him. Perhaps she really disliked him. Why had Julia recommended her? She must have had some idea of her reaction to him and the situation. What was Julia's connection with her? Of course! She must be a.