I held out my hand and she pulled herself up out of the couch, tube top jiggling pleasantly, her head coming just up to my height.We went to the foyer...window and she stamped a time card, then took my hand and led me through the open doorway to the back area where there were small leather couches -- almost loveseats - - with coffee tables and a bit of dance floor near each. The light was dimmer here, and we settled into one of the couches. We did the usual who-are-you and what-do-you-do chatter. "What's funny?" she asked."You. Me. Us. Happy kind of funny, though." I turned and kissed the top of her head. We sat for a few more minutes then got out into the nastiness and met two couples at the front office. We caravanned to our genteel friends' restaurant.Walking in, Cindy introduced them to the two old ladies who owned the place and explained the situation. We pushed a couple of tables together to seat us all as a group and had a great, tasty meal and good conversation with the owners. Once she'd recovered, she had another go, and managed much better. We steadily smoked our way down the joint, and I soon felt soft ripples of the hash soothing and stimulating my brain. I looked at Sarah, and giggled when I saw that she was staring at my breasts unblinking, and actually licking her lips! Whether she was just stoned or reacting to the magnificence of my bosom, I couldn't know for sure, but it made me break up in a fit of giggles."Golly wow..." she murmured, and her reddening. Her hands slowed to a stop...No. Anne opened her eyes, borrowing some of the fire that burned through her pussy to immolate further incursions of insecurities, using the memory of Kevin's cock in her hand the night before, she forced her imagination to struggle against the swirling current that shew knew would drag her down.Anne needed more stimulus to break free of the undertow, so she unceremoniously dropped the loofaha she had been cleaning her ass with and probed her other hand's index.