“I know, dear, I don’t agree with it either. But that’s not the point. Marijuana, which is the name of this plant, is illegal. You could go to j...il for having it, even for only knowing where it is.”My eyes are very big as I look at her; can such foolishness be?“You won’t, of course,” she says. “But there’s more to it than that. How many plants were there where you found this?”I shrug. “I do not count, but perhaps twenty, thirty.”“Well, honey, they didn’t just grow there ‘in nature, ‘“ she. Both had lost (first their left, then their right) spike heeled sandals. Their deliberate card playing and movements made those losses seem like hours ago. Nevertheless, the sight of their shapely legs, lovingly caressed by their ultra sheer hose, anchored my attention. Their petite feet were expertly pedicured. Their fingers perfectly manicured. Very minimal make-up was expertly applied. The barest hints of their perfume fogged my brain, which swam with visions of things yet to come.Now,. What was he going to do to her? She wondered if he was going to take her from behind. Perhaps he wanted anal sex and she wondered if it would hurt? She knew that her butt was high up in the air and that her vagina was on display for him but what was he going to do?Alan looked at her pussy and marveled at how beautiful it was. She was totally clean between her legs, not one hint of the brown skin stains that so many women get with age. Her labia were puffed out to each side like the pedals of a. Fair is fair." I could name half a dozen girls who’d already seen me naked. But not one possessed a tiny fraction of Jillian's undiluted sexuality. "This is going to be embarrassing," I told her, pulling my shirt over my head and releasing my belt buckle. Had I been inclined to seek medical attention for an erection lasting more than four hours, I would have been in the emergency room long ago. I'd been sporting hard wood since the moment I first fantasized about Jillian. "Davey," she smiled,.