I was lost in the moment, forgetting completely about the situation around me. My hands were hanging loose, which she caught and placed in her buttery...hips. She was wearing a T-shirt that ended just above her hips and denim shorts.As soon as my hands touched her naked hips, she gave a jerk but never broke the kiss. We both were deeply involved in the wet French kiss fighting for each other’s saliva and tongue. My hands were caressing and pressing her smooth, perfectly structured hips.Her left. It looked like the kind of place that rented rooms by the hour. When I checked at the front desk the guy asked if I was expecting anyone to join me. Embarrassed I told him I was here to register at the University. Nodding I knew he really didnt believe me when he gave me my key. Lugging my suitcase and my Mac up to my room I stacked it all on the dresser. Now I was now really getting excited about starting my new life, I was so close to getting what I wanted. Looking in the dresser mirror I. “I hope that’s okay.”“Of course,” I replied. “Let’s do it.” We each ate half the bag and rejoined our friends in the living room. I sat down on the couch, opened a beer and waited for the 'shrooms to kick in. After about a half an hour, I could feel a warm sensation come across my body in waves. It felt really good. I suddenly found everything to be funny and was laughing uncontrollably. I had only tripped twice before and this time the effects were kicking in much faster. About an hour later I. ‘Come on Sab, stop cheering yourself up!’ She said out loud with a wry grin at her reflection. She ran a hand over her breasts which were still firm and high, down her flat stomach and stopping at her pubic bone. It was probably almost time for another Brazillian. She went into her walk in wardrobe and surveyed the clothes for something to wear to her lunchtime meeting with Alex Hammond, one of Hollywood’s top directors. His PA had set the meeting up and she’d been tight lipped about what he.