That sort of wet doesn’t disappear easily. But I cleared away as much of the excess as I could from myself. I returned to the couch. As much as I ha...ted the thought of embarrassment, I now craved the sensation her touch was creating. I positioned myself as I was before leaving. She started running her fingers up and down my right arm. I felt the rush down below again - a combination of longing and unsatisfied craving. Then the wetness. I wasn’t sure if she was doing this on purpose or simply. Food was good and I did find some beer so a goodtime was had . Then my girl friend grabs my hand and pulls me out side the back door and over to some of her friends away from the house. She said we got to try this stuff , her friend said it was real good ! I asked what stuff but then I could smell the weed , and knew what she was talking about.This was the 70s so smoking a joint was no big deal ,some professors taught class stoned . The weed smelled different to me but still took a couple hits. I love her cum coated clit sticking out like a hard little penis. And when I suck on it, how she moans with delight. Most of the time she let’s her lovers ream her asshole out and her ass will be gaped open enough that I can stick my whole tongue right into it and the thick hot cum will roll out of it into my hungry mouth. On the weekends she will bring home some collage k**s and she will fuck them while I watch, I love to watch her cunt suck the cum from their cocks. She loves fucking them. I didn't need to fake the smile when I opened it. It was a silvernecklace with a ball of little pearls at the bottom of it. I leanedforward and kissed him lightly on the lips. "I love it, honey, and Ilove you." At that moment I meant it. He was the only person in theworld who I felt truly cared about me. Then I forced myself to rememberthat he didn't care about me, he cared about Amber Foyle, a girl whodidn't really exist. If he knew who I really was I'd be lucky if hedidn't break my jaw before.