I jumped in my car to make the ten minute drive to the duplex she rented. It was a small apartment in an older home that had been subdivided. I knew C...risty lived there alone. As I drove, zipping through yellow traffic signals, close to midnight, I wondered what could have happened. Could it be a burglar who thought the apartment was empty? I thought some more. Who breaks into a house in a neighborhood full of poor, college students? Someone who’s drunk. Or high on something. I nudged the. She agreed and gave me the carry bags. While we were walking I introduced myself to her as Sameer and also got to know a bit about her. Her name was Mrs. Anuradha.She was a housewife to a businessman husband and has a daughter as soon as she said that she is married to a businessman and I got a bit of thought that she’d be sexually unsatisfied and thanks to ISS storiesWhere I’ve read that most of the women say that their businessmen husbands are not able to satisfy their needs and they find. One more click and Pink Floyds 'Dark Side of the Moon' began playing. A voice intoned, 'SPACE..is big.' Without warning the dome blackened and stars, galaxies and planets danced above the three girls.Missy lit the blunt she had taken with her and this time pulled Jenny close and blew a hit between her juicy lips. Missy quickly took another hit and pulled Gracie close this time and blew through Gracie's plump lips. Missy took another enormous hit and beckoned both girls towards her. Three sets. Well b*o its a classic fuck up you check it starts b*o set-up in Wendy's or something just kuk, kuk sound: there's same bitch hollering and sound of a soda machine and then I think some Gary Busey voice actor impressionist - doing him high or pissed - screams fucken loudly "Make it Up, Make it Up"....and then we all just wapped and fapped and I looked at boobs and growlers on my b*o's tablet because its a fucken blank movie screen and silence for two hours b*o. Fuck what a horse-fuck fukkery.