He said it was not but most people smoked it and he could get me some great weed if I wanted to. I said sounds like fun which made him grab his phone...and start speaking Rasta patois to his dealer friend and made the arrangements. I asked if it would take long and he said not at all as he steered his cab onto a side road making me question my judgment.We pulled up at a shack and a large Rastafarian climbed into the front seat next to the driver, we then drove around the corner and parked. The magic, wet contact of Madeleine's tongue licking the soft, fleece-lined cleft as if experimentally... simply licking in long grazing strokes from the bottom to the top, not entering, but causing an involuntary, slight lifting of Annette's loins with each tantalizing up-lick of tongue on her sensitive labia.Annette felt her clitoris quivering into hardness and knew that it was peeking out from its hooded little canopy, enjoying the first stab of ecstatic bliss as the tiny pink tongue grazed. He watches me fixedly, following my every move, encouraging me to go further each time until I'm sat on the floor, knees bent, legs splayed, one hand spreading my lips for him, the fingers of the other buried in my slit, bringing myself to orgasm for his bawdy stare. Watching him watch me fuels my passion. I imagine him toying with his huge cock, stroking its length in reaction to my performance, all the while wanting him to walk to me, push me onto my back and take me deeply there on the thick. The tears delicately rolled down my cheeks as I put down the sponge and let my body respond to him and relax. We then went upstairs and cuddled in his bed for the rest of the night until we both drifted off to sleep. The next morning was an entirely different story. I woke up before he did, which is usually rare. He’s the one that usually wakes up early and plays with me while I’m still asleep. I went to the bathroom and came back to him still in bed but he was awake. “Is that all you slept.