She could participate now. She half expected another swat to still her, but Mara allowed it, and she pressed back even more eagerly against the next a...tomated thrust. Mara had released the anal toy, fully buried in her, and now it began a low vibration of its own. Her next backward thrust was cut short as she felt Mara’s weight settle on her lower back. Then the most delightful, sinfully blissful sensations started as the redhead began working the knots out of her shoulders. Cheryl moaned. He moved on to his next objective, his back neighbor Janet. Gene and Janet weren’t so much hippies as their were drug dealers. They used the guise to help keep the police and other nosy people away. In the time Ian had known them, he had quickly saw through their ruse and learned their habits. The marijuana they grew was natural. No chemicals or additives. They sold it cheaply and carefully. While their business skills were good, their hygiene was not. Gene was a slob. always wearing. Its tiny swatches of fabric do little to conceal your full, thrusting breasts, or the firm shapely mounds of your buttocks. You run your fingers lightly over your taut skin for a moment, then lie down to let the sun's warmth fall on you. After a few moments,you decide to expose yourself completely to the brilliant blue sky, sliding the skimpy panties down off your long silky legs,and pulling off the bra to let your breasts bob freely, the nipples hardening in the gentle breeze. Opening a bottle. Her right hand dropped down to her crotch, and she started sliding it up and down in her slit. The juices must have come immediately, since I could hear the faint slurping noises as she pleasured herself.“I’ll bet you’d like to stick your cock in here wouldn’t you? That would be fun, but it isn’t time yet. Let’s just enjoy the moment”As she continued, I started stroking my cock with slow, even motions, enjoying my own private porn show.As she stroked, she kept crooning,“I don’t know what’s come.