He apologized for standing me up and indicated that a migraine had come on and he was still suffering. He said I should go out and have a good time t...night while he slept through the pounding headache. I led him back to bed and told him to get some sleep, my mind awash with thoughts of the sexy flight attendant and the secret rendezvous in a couple of hours. I was concerned about my ability to get away and now my dance card was wide open and my hopes for an exciting continuation of my first. She smirked saying, “Looks like I’m not the only one who needs to be milked.”I was ready to explode as she began to suck my cock like her life depended on it. One hand rubbed my heavy balls and she worked her mouth up and down the shaft deeper and deeper with each bob of her head. My knees felt weak and I was trembling.With her free hand, Auntie pulled on the swollen nipple of her right breast and I watched more milk gently mist her lap. This was becoming just to much to bare.I felt my. I thought it best this way, to make the two of them, consciously or subconsciously anticipate seeing each other.He was nervous as well, saying he didn’t know T. very well and was kinda nervous around women. I reassured him as well, saying, “He’ll, man, you know her well enough, y’all talk don’t you?” He nodded. “”Well, she doesn’t bite.... unless you want her to...” We left it at that and talked about fishing, etc., small talk until we got back to the lake. As we got out of the car, he was also. To be honest with you to this day I'm not sure what it's even made of. I have heard everything from embalming fluid to Elephant tranquilizer. Angel Dust is not a rich man drug. Its actually a poor mans drug. Poor people mostly by dust when they really want to get fucked up cheaply. A bag of weed back then cost five dollars, but a bag of leak was around seven dollars. And in a bag of leak you were lucky if you got a full joint out of it. But that one joint could send you into oblivion. Angel.