Soon, both women were naked.Erika smiled as she saw Tracy’s nudity. She had grown to love that body over the past six months. It was perfect. Sym...hony’s body was every bit as perfect, though. She showed no signs of having recently given birth to a child.Erika realized that the two women were almost identical. But for their hair, Tracy and Symphony were perfect matches. Tracy had jet black hair and Symphony’s was blonde. But legs, hips, waists and breasts were the same. They were even. She settled on one for boiled chicken and broccoli simmered in an olive oil vinaigrette that looked decent.She watched as he picked listlessly at his meal; he ate it, but without his former gusto. He even complemented her on it, but it wasn’t the same old Palmer. After they ate they went into the living room and sat on the sofa to watch television. He stared blankly at the screen. If she said anything to him, he would perk up briefly, respond pleasantly, then drift back into his own world. It. I never really liked the idea of drugs. They always reminded me of the dumb-ass burn-outs from my high school, who were always laughing at stupid shit. They seemed like total waste-cases, failing all their classes, and getting in trouble. I never wanted to end up like them, sitting around my mom's basement, getting high, and doing jack-shit with my life. Melody shrugged, and passed the joint to Tracy, who hit it twice and passed it on. Despite my reservations about pot, I didn't want to come. The wooden joints creaked and cracked, as if they were going to give way.Johan was all mine at that point. His huge biceps were basically useless, and his pecs and abs were just beautiful pieces of meat. His thick cock was hard as concrete, but I held his arms so he couldn’t touch it. I was bound and determined to dominate this man, and dammit, he was going to like it.A deep groan made its way out of Johan’s body. This only made my hormones surge even more, so I jackhammered him even.