”We drank half bottle, and then she asked, “You used to drink like this with your girlfriend? In this much silence?”I said, “No, maa.” I was...already high. She asked me, “Then?” I said, “She used to sit in my lap. She used to light a joint in my mouth, and she used to take a glass full of whiskey.”“A joint?” Mom said.I said, “Now, please don’t judge me.” She said, “I am not judging you. I just wanted to know.”I said, “She used to say that I am at best when I am high on weed. After smoking some. It was all she could do not to forcibly take his fingers and shove them as far into her dripping pussy as possible. Just thinking about where she wanted those hands made her knees tremble. As she continued to clutch his shoulders, he went from breast to breast; sucking and nibbling until she thought she would go crazy. She could feel him lightly graze her clit every time he ran his fingers across her slit. She shifted her feet so that she was standing to his side and pushed him back onto the. I gently dragged my fingertips across my nipples. This stimulation, the warm sun, and the fact that I was being watched was really turning me on. My hand found it's way to my tingling clit and began stroking it. It didn't take very long to reach an orgasm. I closed my eyes, arched my back, and pointed my toes as my hips released their energy. I peeked back at the window as I was trying to catch my breath. He was still there. I rolled over onto my tummy and my hand found it's way back between my. I only got to “g.”“Fuck me, Tim, fuck me! Oh God, Tim, I can’t wait. Please hurry!”I pushed her back a bit on the pillows, and lifted her ass up even with the edge of the mattress. Standing up, my cock was level with her cunt, and I shoved the tip into her gushing snatch. I slowly teased it in and out, and could feel her trying to thrust against each stroke.“For God’s sake, Tim, give me all of it. I’m so horny I could scream.”As slowly as I could, I let my cock explore her inner reaches,.