Knowing her, she'll throw the hissy-fit of all hissy-fits if shesees this mess!" She was trying to stifle a motherly, all-knowing giggle.I tried to co...er up my messies with my hand but it didn't help much. Thetell-tale goo kept spreading!"You'll need to learn how we girls hand-wash our dainties. We get lots ofstains too and have to be very careful to keep our things fresh andclean. After all," she said, raising one finely-arched eyebrow, "we neverknow when a naughty little boy might borrow. Had dozens of gods and goddesses working for him up there. Everybody in Ultima Thule loved him for fighting off the Frost Giants. They even named Wednesday after him -- for all the good it did him. Of course the Northern League never got any world class poets like Homer, Ovid and Virgil to write for them so when their worshipers deserted for other religions, the whole mythology just evaporated - zippo, nada! Same thing could happen to us." By Jove, this is serious" the bearded figure exclaimed.. .. parent's garden!"Everyone seemed to agree that Junior's was the best, the purest, and of course, most *organically* grown pot around. So why wouldn't I try it?"All right! Give me that thing." I growled, ripping it away from Jenny."Ooooooh!" A voice called out. Then another and another. Then silence. Anticipation.I pulled the joint in closer as the smoke from the tip danced back and forth, stinging my eye for a moment.Another whisper. "Is she going to do it?" Yes, she is." I answered. I. " she whispers. He rolls with her, on top of her. Her legs rise up, around his thighs. The head of his cock slides into the groove between her legs. It's the last possible moment to turn back, but they won't. His cock is lined up at her vagina -- poised, ready, rock hard. One small push would shove the head into her. Her outer labia are already spreading around the knob, lubricating it and getting it slicked up to plunge inside.He whispers her name, asks "are you sure?" The final check that.