Stephanie was sobbing. Tom put his arm around her shoulders and pulled her to him, pressing her breasts against his chest and rested her head on his s...oulder. ‘He, he … was trying to get me to go out to his car with him, trying to pick me up like some … you know … hooker. He was disgusting.’ ‘It’s OK now. He’s gone now.’ Tom said, his mouth almost touching her ear. It had been ten minutes since her shooter and she was beginning to exhibit some effects of his drug cocktail. His light breath on. Then she simply told the hover-pack to stop her decent with just a thought, and she slowed down suddenly, blue jets of gravity-manipulating rays shooting from slits in the jetpack, slowing her untill she stopped 20 feet from the ground. She quickley changed its course, heading towards the heart of the city. As she flew towards the city she noticed a green dot on her visual display, emitted by the hover-pack, meaning oneof the packs she has marked as a friend was near, she looked the direction. Fir butte ki maa boli isme hairan hone ki koi baat nahi hai yahi to jindgi ka sach hai…..fir Butte ki maa boli par ye sab gandi filme dekhna theek nahi…butte ki maa ne bataya ke fir tu bata k eh munde apne lulleyan di agg bujaun layi ki karan…itne bold shabad sun kar butte ki maa ki bhi sharam dur ho rehi thi aur wo bhi comfortable si ho gayi thi..fir sukhi ki maa boli”eh tan ho sakda hai k ohna nu keha jaye k bhai je nahi tuahda sarda tan apni apni bundh khudh hi marr leya karo”…fir butte ki. Only long enough to clean off her toy and walk back over to the shelves for a new one. Watching her stroking it and squeezing it with soapy hands does have a certain effect on me. When she returns from the shelf, she is holding two items.The first item is a long, silicone butt plug. It is black, and probably six inches long, perhaps seven. It’s narrower than most dicks I’ve seen, but it is still wide enough that it makes me wary. She flashes her eyes at me as she holds it up and demonstrates.