Jim and I had made no secret of the fact that we both imbibed of the mystic herb from time to time but we had never gotten stoned together and we had ...ever discussed the purchase of any either. ‘Why?’ I asked cautiously. ‘What do you have in mind?’ He looked furtively around for some reason before he said, ‘My brother in law bought a small quantity of sensimilla the other day and he said that I could have some at seventy five an ounce if I bought two ounces. He just wants to cover some of his. ”“Then when you saw Danielle’s scar on her wrist, you went from a bit clingy to doing a damn good imitation of a barnacle. I was worried how I was going to be able to drive home with you fastened onto me like that.”I smiled into the darkness. A barnacle? I guess so.“But by the time we got to the car, you were shut down. You closed off into yourself. No more little touches on my arm. I kind of missed them.”I didn’t know how to respond to that. I couldn’t explain why I was like that.I moved my. He gets up and I tell him, laughing, "Get on with it and take your clothes off." He stands up and just looks at me for a minute like he's deciding something. He walks over to the radio and turns the music on, which is odd, but okay! Then he pulls out a dark red long silk scarf out of his pocket and tells me again, "Just go with it," and ties it around my head so I can't see a thing. Then he kisses me on my lips, and I can taste myself. I moan and lean into his kiss as much as I can, with how. I wasn't really sure what they signified, but I had my assumptions. I decided I would open the door ever so slightly to investigate. I was greeted by an amazing sight. My sister was laying on the bed, legs spread wide, rubbing her vagina. I assumed she was trying to keep quiet, but she couldn't help it and her moans kept getting louder. I could see a small stream of fluid leaking from her vagina as she kept pleasuring herself. Finally, there was one last moan and she orgasmed. You could see her.