I surprised myself with the openlyfeminine style of my smoking a little less with each cigarette Iconsumed. It dawned on me that I was so good at it ...ecause I had beenunconsciously studying the fetishistic artform all of my life. At anearly age, my tight assed grandmother had warned me in no uncertainterms that girls that smoked were wicked and evil. I'm sure that had alot to do with why I so much liked girls that smoked! I held thefiltertip to my lips and pulled the delicious minty smoke. He was making my bums move like the twerking. He was rubbing my ass on his penis.. He was getting very excited as I could make out the hard poking thing on my bum. He was also moving his hands over my body and touched my boobs once or twice. But most of the time he was moving on the stomach area. After the song ended I saw his penis was like rock hard trying to tear his lenin pant. We both laughed and I bid him bye and moved on to next guy akbar. The big guy was very kind to ask for my hands. After we came out we went to a bench where he sat down and asked Joanne for the pic and if she cleaned herself after pissing properly? We both said yes she did, he grabbed me by the hair and said you little Slut I asked her not you!!, He said we were lying so to make sure she was clean, he ordered her to sit down on the edge of the bench and open her legs. He grabbed me by the hair pulled me down on my knees, with the other hand ripped off her panties, shoved my head to her cunt and said lick. Her mother was sitting in front of the computer. Megan stood beside her and put her hand on her mother's shoulder. "Mama, can we talk?"Her mother smiled up at her. "Of course we can, baby. I'm just entering marks for my third-year Japanese class. Busy work" She rose and led Megan to the chesterfield. "You haven't called me 'mama' for years. What's wrong?"Megan began to cry. "Oh Mama," she sobbed, "I'm in such trouble. I'm so miserable." She held her head in her hands and cried.