She doesn’t smoke much but being high makes an exception, she would do it. We shared the cig. She was then standing in front of the mirror, adjustin... her hair.I threw the bud and stood right behind her. I lifted her top and she obliged, raised her hands above to make it easier. Moved her hair onto one side and kissed her neck and shoulders, while pulling her towards me. Her hands were holding my hair.She had the most amazing back ever. I kissed and munched her entire back. I licked her ears. Her tits were equal to the heavy duty bra she wore. Their seven year old daughter slipped past me, hollering to another kid across the parkway about staying the night."Hi, Pam." Hi, yourself. Come on in."Rob sat in his large brown arm chair, a drink in hand, but rose as soon as I walked in. "Want a beer?" he asked on the way to the kitchen."We're gonna try something different tonight," Pam said at my shoulder. "I want to play strip 'Clue'."I raised an eyebrow but nodded. Rob came back carrying. "I, I w, want them to email m me Sir." Of course, Good girl, I will tell them and you want to meet them toodon't you Leanne?"I was shaking my head, the unsaid words going round and round, "no, no,there's no way, no way, please no." DON'T YOU GIRL?"He was backing me into a corner once again, I'd have to agree, I couldsee no escape"Ys Sir," I mumbled softly."I can't hear you, say it louder, tell me fully."The humiliation was fuelling my stupid penis making it buzz like a madthing, the steel bars. I never wore underpants until I was much older. I must have been about 13 years old then and my friend D about 14 and half years old. Anyway, the routine was always the same when we were in the hay loft and we both knew what was going to happen. D would slide a piece of hay up my shorts leg and then say “Look what’s up here. I had better get it out” He would then push his hand up my shorts leg forgetting about the straw and finding my very erect cock.“What’s this?” he would say in surprise as.