There she stood in her birth suit looking at Deepak taking his shirt off. Her body was wet and goosebumps were all over . she was feeling the cold but...her need for weed was more strong. She stretch her arms demanding the weed pack again. Deepak just passed her the weed in despair.She ran to the table to get a paper as her boobs jiggled due to the running. Deepak kept staring at such a marvelous scene.She then jumped on the bed and started crushing the weed for the joint. Deepak was naked by the. Evidently he had to go more than he realized.“That does seem a waste of a perfectly good hard-on,” said a woman’s voice from just behind him.Sean thought his heart was about to stop at the thought that Mrs. Richardson might have seen him playing with himself. What the woman had actually said had yet to register on him. His head jerked around and he discovered that despite what he thought was his recognition of her voice, it hadn’t been Susan Richardson standing behind him. It had been her. He’d hung up after promising to speak to me soon regarding our assignation and I’d been out the door less than thirty seconds later, the adage regarding Mohammed and the Mountain foremost in my mind. I have a stubborn streak a mile wide and he was about to find out that I was nothing if not resourceful. Insulated from the oblivious patrons, cocooned in diffused light, obscured by the graceful length of the sweeping tablecloth, my small frame hummed with salacious promise as I listened carefully. “I think it’s dinner time."It wasn’t what I expected to come out of his mouth, but it brought me back to grumbling reality of hunger in my stomach. Emmett smirked.“You’ll just have to punish me later for eating my dessert before my dinner."Yep, that was more like an Emmett comment. I forced a scoff in response. I couldn’t help but stare when Emmett got up and moved this wardrobe. His rock-hard erection jousted outwards and proudly bobbed with each step. I bit my lip and blushed as sudden.