She and I were quite bombed and she slowly lied down on the mattress so I adjusted moving towards the side of her legs so she could still watch TV. He... legs were touching my back and her feet would sometimes touch the side of my ass and thigh. After taking two more hits I turned around and saw that Teena had dozed off and I knew from experience she could really get knocked out cold after a few bong shots. I was looking at her juicy lips and round boobs going up and down with her slow deep. The beams aren’t sitting on the stone floor so the mix flows under them and into the adjacent space, but its movement is slow so it’s no problem while Pat moves about the floor pouring the mix. By the time he’s halfway across this half of the basement the first areas have foamed up a bit more and the foam is now level or almost level with the beam tops. For five hours they work making and pouring the mix, stopping only when the last section of the other basement is done. The only break he has. As I feared, getting her arms posed right was the biggest problem. The mediocre pile had most of the same flaws as before, but the good pile ... wow.Several of the shots with Sharon flashing her stocking tops had made the good pile. We'd managed a good balance of coy and naughty in her poses. I was also pleased with a similar mix in one of the teddy bear shots.The truly hot pair, though, were of her back. In both, she was glancing over her shoulder with a lustful gaze. In the first, that gaze. .' followed by more laughter. Billy gripped my elbow tight and whispered menacingly '...make me look bad and you'll regret it...' I countered '...what more do you think you can do, you Bastard...' Snatching free I tried to walk thru the phalanx of guys only to be blocked and tossed back towards Billy with the warning '...Bitches don't walk away from their man after he has fucked her...' followed by their raucous laughter. Billy viciously pushed me back to them telling them '...a Bitch will be a.