He helped her take it off while she was lighting the joint. He pressed close to her and reached around and cupped her big tits. She was tall and slim,...in great shape for her mid-forties. She turned and put the joint between Jonathan's lips so he could keep fondling her tits with his hands.He took a deep pull and held it in his lungs. The buzz hit him hard. His mind reeled at the euphoria that flowed over his consciousness."God, Heather, that's some hot shit." She took the joint back and put it. .. Let's just leave it there." I continued after reconsidering. "Maybe this isn't such a good idea. I should go."She got a panicky look. "If you go, I'll camp in your driveway. You can't move me out of the way and drive too. So you'll have to kill me or tie me up – either way, that'll be bad for your 'regular guy' image." I could phone a friend. Like on Who Wants to be a Millionaire. Then HE could tie you up."She actually laughed. "Is that your final answer?"Artemis Desmonopolous was a. I am not so small as to conceal myself thus. Greetings my little insect.” I heard mockery in her voice, and a spark of anger blossomed in my breast.“I am not an insect, and certainly not yours.” Another chuckle. Most certainly feminine. I almost slapped my forehead with my palm. A speaker box, of course. Not common, but I had heard of such things, once upon a time, before I’d been marooned on this isle. “You have a backbone. Good.”“What are you?” I demanded, ignoring the comment. “What. “Not yet,” she said. “You haven’t had surprise.”The surprise! In my ecstasy I had totally forgotten that there was supposed to be some mysterious bonus to the experience. “Give me your hand,” she said, reaching up and grabbing my dry right hand in her oily left.She grabbed the pump bottle, and deposited a squirt into my hand.“Now you do me,” She whispered. She held my hand by the wrist and placed it back against her abdomen, slowly moving it down her now glistening stomach.“Oh, she wants me.