Veronica's a beautiful Hispanic about 25, 28, somewhere in there. We got to talking and exchanged phone numbers with the intent of being able to conta...t each other if we were in need of a supplier of pot. Never hurts to have one more source ya know? Shortly there after we went our separate ways with the promise to get together and burn one sometime in the future. All was good. A week and a half had gone by and I got a call from Veronica asking me if I could get any good pot. I picked some up. Unable or not wanting to control my thoughts I know right than I needed more from my loving son, my baby. Without any further thought I removed my last piece of material protection and threw my thong on the chair next to the dining room table. Here I was now, naked and making drinks for my son and myself as he finally came into the kitchen, and to my surprise and happiness, he hadn't put his clothes back on yet.Feeling somewhat weird and I think both of us not knowing what to say, Mark just. "Lorena climbed the stairs, went to pee, and had another quick shower, wanting to be all fragrant and fresh for him--and for Jean, she thought. How would it be, one chick with another? Not as good as fucking a man, probably, but different and good, maybe. It wouldn't hurt to try, and could add an entirely new dimension to the relationship. Jean had hinted around a time or two that she wouldn't be adverse to doing it, and Lorena suspected that the other girl was already experienced.When the door. April gasped and let out a little hum as she relieved herself. I let out a pleased sound of my own and swallowed as her hot and somewhat salty piss filled my mouth, whatever I couldn’t swallow ran down my cheeks and neck. Once it began to pour down my chest I reached up with a hand and rubbed it across my skin. (You know my nipples are super sensitive when we’re messing around.) When her flow slowed to a trickle I opened my eyes and reached up to slip a couple of fingers into her pussy hole..