She was not expected home till at least 11.30pm.As she left the pub by the front door he followed her out, when they got outside he asked if there was...chance of a lift home and that she could have a coffee before driving home.She knew then what her answer of ‘ok why not’ might mean to him!They walked to the car and drove the short distance to his bungalow where he lived alone.They walked in and he took her coat leaving her wearing a lilac blouse, knee length black skirt with black. He twitched and his head leaned back too. My tongue attacked my lips and my fingers rubbed onto my pussy lips. "Damn, I never truly noticed it until now, but you are a cute eighteen-year-old, Max. Its not just that thing between your legs, its that brown hair, your slightly disfigured face with freckles and zits, nice body and your sweet persona," I mumbled, before I began rubbing my pussy. I watched him cum directly into my panties as he vibrated. "Listen to me, two months ago I never thought. “This is exceeding good for many things,” he tells me. “If one is in pain, it makes easier. For those who do not eat well, it makes hunger. For those who sleep poorly, it can make sleep. In evening it may be used to make ease in mind from trouble of day. Do you know it?”Oh, I know it all right. I saw plenty of it in college, and not a little since.Cannabis. Mari-fucking-juana.I ask him where he found it and get the answer I’d pretty much expected. There were a whole bunch of plants all together. He fell back into a sitting position and began to cry.Deanna was astonished. She assured him he had nothing to worry about--that she certainly wasn't about to tell anybody what he was on to."Everybody to their own thing, man," she said.She managed to calm him down and then to his utter amazement and horror she suddenly pulled off her dress and confronted him in a nipple-revealing bra and g-string panty.She declared herself in on the fun and games from that day forward. She said that she was.