(At this point i will become Shelly describing that morning) I questioned why he stared at me all the time, and he said because i heard him call him a...nasty nigga, and wondered why? I looked at him, and he was well dressed today, clean, with nice clothes, and smelled really nice, which reminded me that i had not showered since Saturday before i went out, and i ended up masturbating since i went home alone, and was lazy on Sunday, so i was to shower when i got done jogging, but now how. I knew straight away it was weed and asked him for a drag.He said it was just gone and pulled over ,throwing the butt out of the window.He opened his glove box and took out an old tobacco tin,and removed a new roll up.He lit it and handed it to me.We chatted for a while and he was very funny.I told him about Sarah and her new friend in our room.We lit up a second roll up,and we were soon giggling like school k**s,due to the weed,and booze,for me anyway.I stopped laughing,looking down at Gerrys. "She didn't really believe that she was dreaming though; everything felt too real, too true, even though it had to be impossible.Jenny tried to think, although her thoughts were fuzzy because of the intruding distractions; the nice feelings from her cunt as her finger caressed her love groove and button, the delightful sensation of the mere movements of the air brushing over her extra-sensitive labia and nipples and every other erogenous zone on her young body, the insistent hunger for sex deep. Amy returns to the task at hand teasing and sucking my pole then in one motion she takes me to my balls and holds for nearly twenty seconds working it good, withdrawing she takes a breath and go in again slurping like a sex slut my hand holding her head as I have my first orgasm with my slut toy. She slurps not losing a drop as I release my load taking a breath each time I pull nearly out but then thrusting in deep and holding, my thrust get a vacuum with a noise through her lips only making me.