She did as Pallavi told her to. At first the smoke filled her mouth and rolled down her throat like she was inhaling nothing at all. But once her lung... were filled she felt the rush and quickly exhaled, followed by a strong coughing fit.Pallavi : Just relax, you will get to do it a lot better in a few more puffs. And then the magic will begin.Reema slowly took a couple of more drags but she still felt nothing different. Everyone else was already high. Passing each other the rolls.And then it. He thought Marilyn Monroe was nothing less than a goddess, and “Some Like It Hot” was the peak of her divinity. She had gained just enough weight at that point of her life that she looked plush and rounded, her curves delicious, and her wiggle, in the famous scene at the train station, pure beauty.Howard spent his days in his darkened living room replaying his DVD of “Some Like It Hot” over and over, peering at the screen to try to get his failing eyes to register Marilyn’s beauty one more time. I was intrigued. “What does that involve?” I asked, somewhat huskily. “Oh, it's quite simple really,” she said. “I have set up a discreet agency for people who might be interested; the last show I did was for a couple who wanted to see two girls make out while they watched. I went to their place with another girl who likes doing these shows with me, Melanie. Once we were there, the couple invited us into the bedroom where they sat on chairs while me and Melanie got onto the bed and started. As I kneeled between my wife's lovers legs sucking him off, my own cock grew to its full five inches. My wife noticed me getting excited. She went into the bedroom and quickly returned with a nylon stocking. She tied the stocking around the base of my cock so I couldn't cum. She then grabbed me by the hair and pulled my mouth off her lover's cock. He was hard now and ready to fuck. My wife ordered me over to a chair and told me to keep my mouth shut and my hands off my prick. She told me to pay.