"Yes" I reached over and filled three flutes with the aromatic concord and passed one over to Knocka then Drip. We sipped the classic vintage as Drip ...it a thickly rolled Dutch. Knocka reached over for the tiny silver spoon and sniffed the powder lightly into both her nostrils. She wiggled her nose a little, tilted the wine to her lips and laid her head back on the Blue crushed velvet couch. Drip passed me the Ganja, and I inhaled in a massive cloud of sweet smelling smoke then slowly exhaled.. They have never seen me cry before. It scares them. If the Chief Officer cannot cope with her complainants, what hope do they have? I dry my eyes. There is no time for the luxury of weeping, there is too much to do. Letters to draft, meetings to attend, hospital visits to plan and execute. Reports to write, meals to cook, work to attend. Days pass. I keep wanting to cry, but there is too much to do! Perhaps next week, perhaps I can drown my sorrows during that drink with you. It’s a long shot,. Keith told me that his parents and sister was going to be out of town all the next week and because I had finals that that I should stay with him for a cram course. He told me that he was a good cook and that he would take care of me. So the next day I made him come over and talk to my parents and bring a note from his saying that it was okay with them which he willingly did.I finished packing my bag for the week making sure I packed the leather cock ring in a safe place my books on the bottom. She got the idea and shuffled around so she was lying on her back with her legs spread wide. ‘ I want it like this’ she said ‘the traditional way’ I though this was funny and i nearly laughed, she did too, and had to cover her mouth. Then I slid my thick length inside her. I could feel that Amy was much tighter than Claire, Amy was obviously the giver in the relationship and I could tell that her pussy was not regularly fisted. As I slid in, Amy’s eyes widened and I could see she wanted to.