I let my asscheeks close on it, held it there. I took double hits on the poppers, each nostril.He took the bottle and did hits too, his cock still wed...ed right at my pussy door.I did two more popper hits, capped the bottle and laid it on the mattress."Ok, now," I said."Now?" he asked."Now," I said."Now?" Now, please."I shifted my hips, rocked them, lifted them and seated myself on my spine, ready.He pushed forward."Unnngh," I grunted." Aaaaaah," he moaned."Unh, ah, aaah, oh yeah," I agreed.The. She smiled back and I took the bags from her hand and then proceeded to her house. She stayed on the 4th floor and the flat didn’t not have a lift. I managed to reach her flat and she followed me a little panting and little tired. By this time we had introduced ourselves. She opened the door to her flat and guided me to her kitchen and asked me place the bags there. I was sweating as well. She offered my cold drink and asked me to please sit in the living room. She came back with a tray with 2. I had been a source of constant worry to my esteemed household since the day I first learnt to speak. It was not the manner of speaking I assure you, nor some kind of ugly stutter. It was what came out of my mouth-a voice that was a bit deep, and a bit too loud to be considered the voice of a proper pretty lady in those days. No! stall your thoughts right now…it was my no means masculine, only not typical. My first music teacher heard me sing once for the very first time and shook his head in. Or so I thought.My buddy from the underwear drawer days was back in town. He had moved away a couple of years earlier with his mom after the divorce. He was now staying with his dad for the summer. There wasn't a lot to do in our small town so we spent the summer playing games, and talking about girls. My sister was rarely around as she had gotten a job at the swimming pool and was out most nights with one boy or another.The usual summer trip to Grandma's came and since my sister had a job, my.