.. are you wearing what I told you to wear?" knowing of course you were. You nodded, and pulled the neck of your shirt away, trying to let me see down...your front. "Sorry, but I can't quite see. You'll just have to take it off."I pulled away from the curb, as you protested, "it's daylight, and we're in the middle of the city..." "I know. Take off your shirt... I want to see your nice bra," I said very casually, as if I had girls wearing their bras only driving around with me regularly. You. Her pussy was so wet that it was lubricating my penis while she rubbed her pussy on it, slowly she lifted her hips a little higher, which gave me access to her belly and belly button, and I started kissing it, biting and licking it gently, she was enjoying it, and she stood up on the couch and my face was now almost at her thighs, I kissed and licked her inner and outer thighs, and I grabbed her beautiful ass cheeks and pulled her closer to my mouth and kissed her juicy dripping vagina lips and. I had tried it a couple of times but I neverreally enjoyed it because it burned my lungs. Never-the-less, I didn't wantto feel out of sorts so I took a hit, instantly coughing. Brad smiled and reraisedmy hand and joint up to my lips. I took another hit, held it a few secondsand again coughed it out. I tried to pass it off, but Brad again raised itback up. I tried to shake it off, but he refused my decision. I gave in, thistime taking a larger hit. He bent his head down and as I blew it out, he. We were well on our way into round two with no sign ofstopping when I heard the tinkling rattle of the door locks. Morerustling and the door slamming shut. “Fresh bagels,” Stephenannounced, “in all eight varieties, with four different spreads.Half a pound of freshly ground AAA quality arabica beans. Andthe big paper hot off the press–mind the ink, it’s still wet!” “And that ain’t all! Lucky Kimbra,” I whispered, “I thinkyour chance.