‘Oh gawd, I’m sucking a cock . . . and it’s not Bill’s.’“Do it Mrs. B. Suck his cock!” Layla complied not knowing what else to do. “M...s. B’s a cocksucker . . . the best cocksucker. How do you like your teenage cock?” Scarlett whispered and laughed out loud at the same time.“Get ready slut. I can tell Jeff’s almost there.”‘Oh gawd, I’m nothing but a slut,’ she thought to herself. “Pump it honey. Just like that. Yes . . . gently grab his balls. That looks great.”‘Oh, my gawd, what’s come over. From a deputy she found that there was one registered grower. Yes the deputy named Tyler as the county’s only legal pot grower. Tyler had been a resident of the county for only five years. He had turned his twenty acres of land fit only to hold the earth together into a well run farm. Then he began leasing land from others. He even bought another small family farm adjoining his grandfather’s place.His crops were almost always vulnerable to attack from the petty criminals and Stoners in the. I tried on various skirts, and settled on a wrap number that was short, and cut on an angle. Wrapped around my hips it left an inverted 'V' shape open in the front, highlighting my legs and making much of my inner thighs visible, especially if I spread my legs too wide.To finish the outfit, I pulled on a black, lacy thong, and a pair of lace-topped stockings. As the string from the thong settled between the cheeks of my ass, I felt a pulse of arousal in my sex, and thought to myself, "Maybe. I felt feathers touching me. The long kind like Sally Rand used in her act. They had full tips. He teased my lips, cheeks and nose then moved down to my neck and each breast. Mental note to self: Get some of those. He tickled me from my breasts down my ribs, my belly and stopping just short of my fuzz. Then he went to my feet. Oh Damn! My toes, my ankles, up and down each leg and behind each knee. I was writhing like a bucking bronc. He stopped again. Now, they were inside my thighs and.