You walked out the doors wearing a pseudo conservative skirt and white blouse with those black pumps I like so much. Your bra was clearly visible thro...ugh the material and just watching you sway toward me sent tingles through my stomach and into my groin.You notice my car and smiling, head towards me. I open the side passenger window and tell you to get in the backseat. You look at me quizzically, but I tell you to just do it, now.You oblige and get in, closing the door behind you. I tell you. She wasn’t a bad looking woman, either, so Aaron had no trouble getting into it, even thought he was scared all the time her husband was gonna walk in on them. He never did. Aaron hoped the arrangement would continue the next summer, but the people sold their house and moved to Bluefield.Now his body wanted Lynn so bad he popped a boner about every time he looked at her, but his mind or his conscience or whatever kept slapping him down. It was wrong, what he was thinking, and he found himself. Anyway, I couldn't resist Steve urging me to get high with her for long, and the first few times were truly awesome.We must have been mad to mix powerful black microdots of acid with methedrine. Madder still to do the cocktail in a small locked cell, but with Steve, it somehow made perfect sense. In the timeless depth of a tripped out night, just a little light throwing surreal shadows into the cell, we cuddled and hallucinated in a precious moment of clarity between acts of depravity, when I. When I got there the party was in full swing, music was booming, drinks were downed and people were getting as drunk as they could as quick as they could. I opened the bottle of vodka I brought with me and started playing catch up with the guests already there. I spotted a few of my friends that were there I went over to talk to them. They commented on how hot the girls are, I nodded in agreement, the vodka already clouding my senses. After a while I was chatting to some random girls who had.