There was a whoosh amd he was on a hill overlooking the city. What the hell?! he knew where he was, it was a camping ground he had visited last year, ...at least 20 miles from where he was. Damnit his head was hurting but the quiet here was so good. He just hoped that the people that had seen him there didn't remember that they had seen him."Ah fuck I just want to go home I'll call in but how to get home?"Suddenly there was another whoosh and he was at home in his bedroom. Ok this was starting to. Then she held my face into her sex and she squirted as she came. Even with the shower raining down on us as I ate her I could feel her pussy squirt. I knelt back on my heals and kissed up her body lightly kissing caressing her until I kissed her on the mouth. She recovered from her orgasm, and then playfully said your turn now, and I stood up. She knelt down in front of me and took my cock in her hand. She stroked and tugged and then slid it in her mouth. She licked and sucked and kept pumping. Stephanie brushed it, by the way. Jennifer, just more or less let us do it.”I considered the situation and had another concern.“Do you think she’s using drugs?” I asked. “Maybe drinking?”“It’s possible,” Melanie replied. “I didn’t see anything like needle marks or bruises or anything when I helped her with the shower. But booze wouldn’t show up like that. I hate to say this, but check her bag. And I’ll make sure my mom locks our liquor cabinet.”“God, Melanie, how did this happen?”“The same way. "That's it?" Denise asked with a puzzled expression on her face. Her discovery seemed to be a little underwhelming."No, but that's all you need to know for now. Don't look at his cock like it is some kind of enemy weapon," Susan answered."I can't help it. He's a jerk and an asshole. I just can't believe it when I see you acting like a whore with him," Denise said.She sighed and said, "I'm not a whore." Yes you are," Denise said."I was a whore. There was a time when I was just like you. I was.