“Yes, that’s a good boy. Now lick me” I said.He heard the word lick and his ears pricked up. I was leaning against the bench with my feet spread... He had obviously been trained to act on the command “lick” because he pushed his nose into my crotch. “Oh yes” I squealed as his tongue went to work. I looked over at Cindy and she was smiling. “Well that is one thing he can do” she said “how about the next thing?” “Can we wait a minute?” I asked “he tongue feels so good”. She laughed “come on honey.. Don’t be a fuddy-duddy. We’ll have fun.”She admired the joint. “We’re at home alone. It’s Saturday. We’ll get high and watch a comedy. It’s supposed to be an awesome experience, according to Jimmie.”Rory held out the joint. “You start it.” When I didn’t take it right away, she shook it. “C’mon, Ethan! Live a little!”I took it, wondering what Rory would be like when high. It might be fun. Lighting the joint, I took a lungful in, suppressing the urge to cough, and passed it to her.Rory, grinning,. Their eyes met, his slightly indicating anxious anticipation, hers, definitely fear. In a similar, gentle way he ran the back of his fingers along the inside of her raised upper arm, then down over her shoulder, down her chest to the top of her breast. Residual tan line accentuated the creamy smooth, soft, tender white flesh below it. Then he weighed a slightly sagging C-cup breast before cupping it to gently squeeze and pull for a few seconds. After a gentle rolling and pulling on a hardened. Are you willing to show him more? Amy: Yes, if you tell me to show him more, I will do it. This is so much fun doing this in front of you. I doubt I have ever been this horny before in my whole life. Mike: So do you want me to tell you what to do next? Amy: Yes - you give the directions and I will obey them. Mike: OK Amy . . . you go girl. Slowly take off your dressing gown. Amy leaned forward in her chair and shrugging.