Being as stoned as she was, Laylah thought nothing of it when she went looking through the coffee table drawer of another joint.Upon opening the drawe..., Laylah noticed a silver cigarette case inscribed with the words 'For Laylah'. She picked it up and turned it over, curiously looking at it."And what to you think you're doing?" David asked angrily as he reentered the room carrying the two glasses of wine. "I really didn't think that you would be so stoned to go through my things without. She felt excitement dance through her body, giving her goose bumps. She felt so free, not having to constantly battle that seething, angry mass of energy in her mind anymore. She could pull energy from the blasts she was creating far below to protect her body even as the heat and the pressure from each blast did its best to vaporize her.She radiated a great burst of love at Macario for suggesting that she could just cast all that hateful energy out of her mind the same way she'd absorbed it so. I almost passed out from the pain of having my butt hole ripped open, I cried out 'YEEEAAAAAGGGHHHH'. Jerome hunched frantically sinking more of his obscene long cock into my anal canal. Jerome half whispered in my ear 'that's it keep moving just like that, I'm liking this already.' Gasping for breath I begged Jerome 'please,stop you're hurting me, let me go please let me go.' Jerome did stop hunching into me and start to grind slow and deep into my butt. 'Yeah bitch', Jerome said 'you right I. At least, I loved her as much as I could given the limitations she put on herself and us. It made no sense and I was pissed at myself for it. I liked facts; I reserved judgment until I had as much information as I could get on anything. So why was I falling for Lia when I didn’t know what I needed to know about her, such as whether she loved me? Or even could? Why did I hope for more when she had given me no indications she would give anything? The worst part was I’d been here before. I knew if.