I considered pulling over to the side of the ride and just finishing myself. Which I exactly did, but I pulled up behind some woods. I was soaking wet... and dripping all over the seat. I lifted my skirt up to expose my freshly waxed cunt. My pussy throbbed on my fingers when I stuck two of them in. My hole gripped at my fingers, and I felt like I was going to pop. I had never fingered myself before. And if this felt painful, I couldn't imagine what it was like sticking a dick in there. I took my. There was a feeling of mutual satisfaction I could sense it. Mine from the feeling of his body pressed tightly to me like this, his hands at my face keeping the seal tight so I was sure to get the full hit. And all the while he knew what I became once this kicked in. Whore weed. That's what we called it. I'd say, 'this is my last hit'..and he'd smirk and bring his mouth back to mine to blow yet another into my body. He wasn't taking no for an answer and I needed to know that. Just as we. ” Then he stopped and looked at her.She was frozen in fear for a moment and broke into racking sobs. “I did it for you,” was all he could understand.“How can that be?” he demanded roughly, grabbing her wrist then pulling her garments off. As she stood naked and trembling before him he asked again, “I thought you loved me so how could you become a whore?”She walked to her hiding place and pulled out a wad of rupees and dollars. “Here is your tuition for university. That is what I did it for.”He. She always lookedbeautiful without much makeup or even with her hair in a pony, but on theweekends when she had a bit more time to put herself together, especiallyafter a simple blow out, she was an absolute knockout.Being the kid with a hot sister in a way seemed to spark even moreinterest about enjoying life in her outfits, but in reality it was asenseless envy, as today she had treated him in a way he never imagined,as off came her cape and it was his turn to become hopefully half aspretty.