It cuts down on the dishes" I agreed.Carol laughed politely.I am sure she had visions of a man's way of doing dishes.So I said, "What, you think I mig...t do my dishes by pretending they're clay pigeons?"Carol giggled at that mental image."Well, I only did that once, honest," I said, then crossed my heart and pretended to pray for forgiveness.Carol lost it, and was into good belly laugh when the three girls came out parading in their string bikinis."Shit" was the word that came out of Carol's. The people milling around me in their dull grey suits patiently waited in queues, waiting to be led through turnstiles leading to the trains. There they all stood, expressionless, allowing eye contact with no-one, being filed out of the City like cattle. As I took my five square inch gap on the bustling train, I was overcome with a powerful urge to shout and and scream at my fellow passengers. I desperately wanted to warn them of the life drain they were inhabiting, of the need for freedom.. He just chuckled, and patted the seat beside him, asking me to move closer. Almost as if on auto pilot his arm went around me, and his hand caressed my breast. My nipples were still painfully hard and pressing against my sweat shirt, and I realized I was nowhere near satisfied with the orgasms that I had on my fingers earlier. I slid my hand up his leg, and let it rest on his cock, and was pleasantly surprised that he was still hard.He dropped his hand to my lap, and to the crotch of the. Mark moved his face closer to Jean took his hand and pulled her body so it straddle his leg, he could feel the heat of her pussy against his thigh. The smoke leaving his parted lips was only inches from Jean's lips. For some reason she instinctively took a deep breath, drawing Marks smoke and breathe into her lungs. She realized that she was holding her breath, allowing the marijuana smoke to take full effect. A light trail of smoke left through her lips as she exhaled. The effect was deeply.