Aur mene kabhi suna tha ki wo kafi modern type ki aurat hai, aur wo akshar us devar us ke sath ho ta tha, wo bhi mera frd tha me kafi un ke ghar jata ...ha, reenabhabhi bata rahi thi ki wo apne devar se chudwati hai..Lift me jyada bhid ho ne ke wajah se hum log kafi najdik khade the, mene socha kyo na is bhid maja liya jaye, me dhirese aur thoda peeche sarak gaya, to swati bhabhi bhi sarak kar thoda aage aagayi, kuch der bad lift khadi rahi, to me jan buj kar swati ki gaand ke peeche apna land. Had sheets and pillows on it at least.Evan goes to sit down in desk chair and pulls out a bong about a foot long. You admire how nice it is as he cleans it and loads it up with more bud.John sits down the mattress, er bed. You decide to sit and join her. It's much comfier than you would've thought, you could lay down on this forever, you think to yourself.Evan takes the first hit and passes it to me as he exhales the smoke from his lungs. I do the same, and the pattern continues as the piece is. "Want to just go out to your car and make out?" I asked."Sure"So we went to her car, which she had parked in an isolated stall in the parking garage, affording us a pretty good amount of privacy, especially as the lunch crowd had started to thin out. Clearly, she had prepared for this possibility. I reached around and placed my arm lightly on her hip as we walked toward the car. I could feel my excitement building in anticipation of our being alone. It had literally been years since I made out. Her juices coated my hand and wrist. Even my forearm was stained with her cream. I pulled off my glasses, wiping them on my comforter. Zoey became a big, fuzzy blur to me, so soft and inviting.“You naughty munchkin,” she moaned, pulling me to her. I set my glasses on the nightstand and cuddled up to her big breasts. I rubbed my cream covered hand on her boobs then buried my face between them. They were so soft. She stroked my hair, her breathing slowing.“Thank you,” she groaned. “I loved.