I had opted to skip school that day and, as I often did when I had nothing better to do, I went over to Franks house. I never call when I go over to F...anks. Hell, I dont even knock. Franks house is like a second home to me and nobody minds if I just come and go as I please. I went over in the morning, around 10, and I knew Frank would be at school. I was just planning on playing video games or something until he got home. I let myself into the house and began making my way down the hall to. I took the bowl and watched as the person next to me placed a spoonful of the powder into her mouth, then handed me the ornate spoon with a carved bird on the handle. I sat still, a person whose nearly total experience with d**gs had so far been limited to cold, sinus, and pain pills … and alcohol. Staring at the powder, I took the spoon in my hand. There was no pressure from the faces surrounding me, just looks of reassurance and smiles. I remembered Samantha’s comment, “It is a great honor.”. I was so damn horny one hand moved down very fast after that, reaching into the spandex stretch pants very easily. There I found her nicely bald and already soaking wet pussy of all those fantasy stories. We still kissed as I moved my fingers on and in her pussy, making her moan hard as I touched her clit or nicely inside.She had enough of feeling only my arms and tongue, on of her hands slide down touching my pants grabbing at my raging hard-on. Her other hand joined in to open my pants and. But this one time she asked for a kebab roll with mint chutney. I went to a shop near our work place where they serve this in open polestirine containers. I tool the food gack to the office and went straight to the bath room. Natually i rubbed my foreskin all over the salad and dry naan bread. Then i loaded up her picture in the green hijab and started wanking. Soon enough i exploded lauching 3 thick streams of cum. I dont know what it was but I had never cummed that much in my life! I mixed.