" You don't have to smoke it. I make a killer brownie, and my Ganja spaghetti sauce got raves wherever I've served it." I didn't think food would help...Mama. If food could help, Gerta would have cured her years before."Sometimes Gerta makes her little pastries that she eats when she's depressed, but mostly, she won't eat anything. I don't think you can get her to eat food when she's depressed bad, and if you did, it probably wouldn't help." It isn't the food that helps, its the THC in the food.. God I love that feeling. Deeper and deeper I felt his cock move as I slowly sat all the way down on it. When I was sitting on him and his cock was completely up in my cunt I kissed him and he held me tight. I slowly rotated my hips pleasing him and his big dick.“Do you remember when you could hardly get my cock into our pussy Vastie? Remember how it hurt when you first took it into your body? Remember how you moaned and grunted as we worked together to get it all into you? “ he whispered in my. She raised herself on her knees, her body rising just enough for him to position himself, then by mutual consent force his hips towards her descending body, in a single stroke he was in, balls deep, mons to mons, with a grunt that raised the dogs head momentarily in the next room. Mary, snored on, as the shaggy head fell back on her breast, all apparently right with the world once more. It was a long and successful night for Micky, she taught him things that were only perverted dreams when his. I did and she actually blindfolded me into here bedroom where she tied me up on her bed. I didn't need that but I just played along with it begging to be let go. Of course she didn't let me go. Then she started to tear off my clothing and found me wearing a bra and panty. Then she said,"Well aren't you dressed up nice?" she pulled on my panties and let go juggling my balls around. She laughed and left the room leaving me tied up there struggling to get free. Out of the whole city of Pheonix I.