I was standing by a keg, a red solo cup in hand, taking a swig when I saw her. My ex. Grinding her pink tube dress clad ass over some bloated juice he...ad guys dick. Her hair was that contrived messy wavy thing that girls do, and I could see the white of her halter tan lines against her darker bronze skin. My ex flipped around, wrapped her arms around his neck and started to grind his mound into his obviously engorged cock. I tried to compare cock bulges over the distance, and thought that I. He was standing with his back to the window, bare-ass naked! I really leaned into the window and that is when I saw the other thing I had missed: Kneeling in front of him was a blonde. I thought ‘OH MY GOD!’ He is getting a blow job right there in front of the window.’I was just rooted there, staring at them. I could see her moving back and forth from his midsection as she was sliding along his cock. He had both hands firmly on her head and was guiding her up and down his cock. I noticed every. Her muscular sheath crushed down around it, the silken rings pulsing and squeezing and drawing inward.Juice gushed from the walls of her slick cunt and flowed down the groove of Midnight's tongue into his mouth. His nose blew and snorted and pressed against her quivering asshole at the same time, making her nearly pass out from the intensity of it all.She gasped. She panted. She tried to close her thighs and get a moment's rest when it was over for her, but Midnight wouldn't stop licking and. "Yes." I nodded. "Marijuana. The same thing that destroyed his career in my first life tried to destroy it in this one. The coincidence of that struck me as a little bit more than coincidental." Jesus," she said, shaking her head. "This is scary, Bill." I know," I told her. "But there's hope I think. Quite a bit of it." What do you mean?" First of all, when Mike got busted with the pot and the counselor signed him up for independent study once more, I went and saw the counselor." You did?" I.