I quickly grabbed the girl’s hair, pulled it down to get her laying on my chest, reached down to shove one finger up her ass, and yanked onto a smal... clump of hair just under the base of her skull. The kids in the room moved back in horror. The girl went into orgasm overload. Even when she burned through her orgasm energy, she kept cumming as hard as her body could.“FUCK ME!” she screamed out between moans.I started to pull my finger out of her ass and let go of her hair, but she put her hands. When she came back to the living room she said, “Go easy on this stuff, it’s pretty potent.” The two of them sat side-by-side on the sofa so they could reach the ashtray on the coffee table. At that moment The Traffic song “The Low Spark of High-Heeled Boys” was playing on their stereo system.Vivian asked, “Do you think drugs were involved in the making of this song?”Mandy laughed, “In 1971? I’d say that they were involved in the making of the whole album.”“I mean, what is this song even. They lifted their heads and looked at me lazily. I used a bar of soap I found, a half-cake of Ivory, I thought from the smell of it. I was glad for that since I wasn't sure I wanted to use the dog soap, only because I wasn't sure how strong it might be and I'd learned to avoid strong soaps in the past. Ivory was mild however and I washed myself quickly, all but my vagina, which I had to take my time with, exploring my sex carefully.It was pink and tender, and my labia were still swollen and. He apologized immediately for doingthat, though, and said his hands slipped too low, he hadn't intended ondoing that. But he got me so that I was sitting on him with my chestagainst his stomach, with my knees wide apart at either side of his hips.And, once again, I felt his penis become erect inside his pants and pressagainst the crack between my legs. Yet I didn't move. I wanted to see whatwould come next.With my face pressed against his chest, he rubbed my back a few times,from my neck all.