Then I rinsed the wash cloth out and handed it to Amy who was still on the couch in her naked glory. "Would you help me," She said in an innocent voic.... "Certainly," I agreed, giving a small smile. I took my time cleaning her pink flesh. Then I rinsed the wash cloth out again. Then I put it in the laundry room that was across the hall from the kitchen, next to the bathroom. . When I came back into the living room, Amy was getting dressed and she already had her thong and her bra on. She was. "This is strong shit!"He just smiled. "You have no idea. Just wait!"In no time we were all in another zone. I couldn't believe it."I told you it was trip weed, didn't I?" I heard Hunter say somewhere.It was. I was in another dimension and so horny I could hardly stand it. I looked over at Kari. She looked great and so damned sexy.Not long after, that paranoia of good grass began to set in. I began to feel that Hunter was orchestrating all this so that he could fuck my wife. It made me feel. He always did what bossy girls told him to do. He didn’t know why, he just felt he had to. He took his clothes off one by one, shame and embarrassment increasing with his increasing nudity until he stood naked, naked and ashamed, and more than just ashamed. Shaking at the knees, trembling with embarrassment and humiliation he stood there completely in the nude, his little cock rigid, shiny and vertical, being inspected. How had he got into this mess? He fervently hoped that the. “Little Tabitha” met him one night in short checkeredskirt, white cotton panties and her big boobiesstraining in a too-small blouse. Licking a lollipop,she told him she’d gotten all “A’s” at school, so he’dhave to give her anything she asked for, as he hadpromised. She went on to explain that it just wasn’tfair for her Mom and big sisters and all the othergirls in her sixth grad class to have big bulgingbelies, full of Daddy’s babies and not her. Didn’t helove his Little Tabitha? Well of course.