You help us christen this bike and we’ll let you walk away with an ‘O’ of this stuff right here.’ The bearded man motioned to the other men to...close the garage door and toss Christine an ounce of some of California’s finest chronic. Christine unzipped the baggie, smelled the herb and asked, ‘What do I have to do? Like, for this christening.’ ‘Nothing much… You just wiggle out of those little shorts and hop on the back of my new ride while I turn it on for a while. Then you rub that hot young. I am throbbing with lust as his finger rubs me over my jeans. We all only convince ourselves this is what love feels like. I don’t know where my mind is when I step out of his room half an hour later - maybe I left it in the same spot I threw my jeans and forgot to retrieve it. I’m feeling light-headed and a little sick, but I don’t let him see any of this. But he’s so beautiful, leaning there against his door frame with his tousled hair, his little smirk, his perfect hands, strong arms and. You don’t deserve to taste her pussy,” she ordered.Momentarily jealous of the view he was getting, I recalled enjoying it myself on many occasions. I loved the feel of her soft cheeks on my face as my nose nestled in her crack and my tongue sought her pucker.Bonnie’s sigh told me she had landed, her elbows on the seat of the chair easing her squat. She leaned back somewhat, which rotated her cooch out of reach of his tongue, especially with his head pinned to the floor.Enthralled by her bush,. Dressed as they were, near naked it struck cool and wet as they stood while she turned the key, the old solid door swung open quietly and they stepped into the entrance of this the last secret, together he clasping her hand like a small c***d on its first day at school. The light clicked on, stark white walls and painted over windows reflected the single shade-less bulb. His eyes quickly fixed on flecks of dried blood in a spray on the far wall next to the crucifix. He hugged her too him as if.