Tall with smooth silky legs and a robe comes out drying her hair she was smoking hot, id never seen her around so I was really worried about the weed,...but she came out sniffing saying, what smells so good out here? I threw my hands up as if to say you caught me im guilty. She cracked a big smile and came over to sit next to me. So I passed her the joint and she took a hit then another, my cock was still hard and out under the pillow. She passed it back and reached for my hand to say thank you. "You have the right address, come in," I said. "What's your name?" I'm Paul," he said, following me down the hallway and into the livingroom. "Does Chris live here and is my wife at home? You must be Chris'sgirlfriend or wife. He's a lucky man if you are. I'm sorry to disturbyou." That's OK," I said, feeling a hormonal surge beginning to build insideme. "Follow me into the kitchen and I'll make coffee."Once I got the cups down and the coffee making going I excused myself,telling him I had to. Never thought I’d get a nickname just for liking jam so much. Shit.” I rub my temples. Jamal was good people, but he was infatuated with his voice. “Lay off.” He stops. Shrugs. Smiles. Puts a hand on my shoulder. “You know what you need to forget, little man? Pussy.” I don’t think I hear him right. “What?” “P-U-S-S-Y. You need to stop being a baby-back bitch and get your dick wet.” “What?” I sputter, dumbfounded by the transition. Jamal grins like mad, as if he’s discovered the greatest. . but I can't. First, I just went. Second, I'd be a little... uh... gee, I'm not sure what to say." Me too." I wasn't quite sure what she was alluding to, but it was easy to offer a sympathetic me too.After finishing our communal shower and getting "dressed," (I wore a T-shirt and Ann wore a light cotton wrap, left unwrapped) we filtered back into the main room, a large space with a vaulted, open-beam ceiling. We chatted with people for a few minutes before the workshop was to resume.Ann put.