I placed an ad on Craigslist looking for a manto fuck her, I was careful with the wording so it wasn't too obvious that shewas going to be stoned out ...f her mind at the time. As last time, I got lots ofresponses and set about sorting through them for a few decent candidates. I alsobegan planning for our next adventure, the purpose of which was to try a smallerdose to see if I could leave her conscious enough to actively take part in sex.After a number of emails back and forth, I felt like I had. Using my pay to buy sex toys, and other things to make me feel sexy, is pretty much my vice. I dont smoke, drink, or do drugs. Masturbation is my drug of choice and I love doing it. Under my work uniform I always wear things that make me feel good. Thongs are my underwear of choice and I love wearing sexy bras. I love how they make my pretty breasts look. My active imagination usually strays to sex with a frequency that would scare a psychiatrist. I keep it to myself, because I dont want. Mom apni jyadatar body dhak kar rakhti hai to bhi bohut mast lagti hai. Mom kitna mast maal hai ye bataya nahi ja sakta. Mom ko dekh kar hi pata chalta hai. Woh kabhi bhi lipstick nahi lagati. Mom ke lips bohut gulabi hain. Bahut log is karan dhokha bhi kha jate hain.Main sochne laga ki mom agar nangi hogi tab kitni mast lagegi. Raat ko main apne room mein so gaya. Mom shayad Geeta se baat kar rahi thi. Main mom ko seedha hi nahi chodna chahta tha.Woh ghar mein hi hai to jab chahe chod sakta. . all said now :) On with thestory.James Bond, Lingerie is forever - A prequelAlicia stood there in the corridor, her hands were sweaty, her longblack hair tickled the back of her neck, she could feel the bloodrising in her face and the inevitable blushing taking place.Once again she checked herself out in the long mirror at the end of thehall. She looked okay, no better than she looked good. Her long ravenblack hair cascaded down her back, her short fringe accentuated herelven face, her.