Sometime in the 5 years or so that I went without seeing her, she decided to upgrade to what looked like at least D, possibly DD cup tits. Her arms ar... now covered in 1/2 sleeve tattoos. One side is entirely a bunch of brightly colored flowers. The other is a little more random and basically a collage of a bunch of different things. A specific part of it caught my eye, but I didn't want to ask her about it and make the conversation I had with this now married woman more awkward than it needed. ‘It’s the smack. It makes her violent. Fuck, if she could be rid of that evil shit...’ I know it’s hypocritical of me to judge Zoey for her addiction. Rolling up my tattered sleeve, I see my arm’s littered with puncture marks and track lines. I look like a notice board, but I know that Zoey looks a whole lot worse. I wish I could say her legs don’t look the same, but I know that’s not true. Watching her shuffle up the wooden stairs, weighed down by her unwilling body, I hate feeling helpless.. I ordered Mike to fetch him a drink and roll him a joint while we finished ravishing his wife. Joe’s arrival made me even more horny if that was possible. Stan and I both knew what the couple would soon find out. Joe has the biggest cock I have ever seen. It must be ten inches long and as thick as a cucumber. It’s also uncircumcised. The thought of watching Mike’s and Chrissy’s faces when they see it for the first time excites the hell out of me.I know Stan feels the same way because he’s back. The conversation was mainly between the men with little attention paid to the women. They almost appeared to be accessories. When the dinner was complete, the women were asked to line up at one side of the room. The woman to Babbs' left said "Being the new girl, just follow me and you'll do fine." With that, ladies paraded in a line through the dining room like cattle at an auction. Three laps to a round of applause and out the dining room doors they went. Standing at the ready was Babbs'.