Really low key,’ Vicky said. ‘It’ll calm you down. Being chill and slow-baked will do more good for your concentration than being sober and stre...sed out—trust me, babe.’ I had to admit she had a point. ‘Okay… Just a hit or two, I guess.’ ‘That’s my boy…’ Vicky smiled and patted the cushion next to her. I pulled out my zippo—which I always had on me—and took a seat next to her. Vicky immediately handed me the packed pipe. I lit up and took a moderate hit. It smelled heavy and tasted really sour,. Her voice had initially startled him and he had jerked his hand away. But, when he heard what she said, he quickly returned his hand to her breast. Gently squeezing and fondling the soft, resilient mounds of gelatinous flesh, he wondered what his next step should be... Then a jolt of electricity tore through his cock as he felt his mother's soft, warm fingers brush over it. Then his mother slowly rolled over to face him. Suddenly, her mouth found his. As their lips ground together, her tongue. I watched as another man knelt down behind Jim and aimed his cock into his ass. He was not as slow entering Jim as the first man; he shoved his cock in all the way in one stroke. I heard Jim moan as he entered. I also heard a man say, "Yea, that's it, bitch, suck it, take it all, take every drop, suck, you bitch." He gave out a long moan and the movement stopped down at my thighs, so I knew the man Jim was sucking had come.I felt more movement as the man kneeling over my thighs got up and. I know we met under the strangest of circumstances, but love is like that sometimes. It can’t be contained. It must live in our hearts forever. Thank you for being so kind and sensitive to me. Like a good Samaritan, you saw me lying by the side of the road all alone and picked me up and nursed me back to health with your voice.You accepted my request and fed me your love potion. You heard my cries for love from the heart and you answered me. There are no thanks I can either utter or write that.