I coughed immediately. He took the pipe again and then passed it back. The second time I did better. By the third and forth time I didn’t really fee... it in my lungs as much. While he was repacking the bowl, I started to feel it. My body felt light, my thoughts cleared and I felt dizzy. I accepted the second rounds although I knew I shouldn’t. I was shitfaced in no time. I made my way over to the raggedy couch, at this point I didn’t care, and laid down on it. I closed my eyes right away. The. He cranks the winch, pulling my legs apart and upward toward the pulleys, about 3 feet above me. He does the same with my arms after my weak swing at his head misses badly. Now he has me stretched out on the bed, my arms and legs at equal angles in the air and spread wide. I can feel my pussy getting very wet. Once again my body is playing Benedict Arnold, working against my rational brain. How can this be? He is on the bed, between my legs, rubbing my pussy with his finger. “My, aren’t we. We made out (first girl I had kissed even), it was great, ended up fingering her to orgasm, it was everything I hoped for. The next day, it was my turn, I was ready to die, my dick tumor was about to be found out, I stopped her, tearing up, I told her. She said she didn't care, but we'd take it slow. Things went down, afterwards I asked, she said she didn't notice. The point of this part of the story is that I can empathize with the virgins that are terrified of what they're packing and it. ”Emma smiled at the reply, and said a friendly, “Well then, please do enjoy the afternoon.”Mabel and Janet continued to walk around for a while, edging their way towards the prize desk. Of course, it wasn’t the prizes they were after. They knew that all of the locals who came to watch the bake-off paid an entry fee and also made extra donations, all intended to go towards paying for the annual trip abroad for the college girls. So, as they got very close to the prize desk, they also saw the tin.