I take the car and drive, still sore from the beating, to a mall that’s still open almost an hour away.The girl in the phone shop is pretty, slim, w...ith long blonde hair and dark, long-lashed eyes. In other times, I would enjoy our encounter, a gentleman, polite, smiling, joking, perhaps flirting a little. But tonight I have no such interest. I pick out a handset almost without thinking, top of the range, one that befits, and drum my fingers impatiently on the counter as she opens the case and. Feeling his tongue and cum in her mouth she kisses him passionately.His hands run up her body and her frustration at not being able to touch him starts to become overwhelming. Wanting more, moaning deep in her throat, she wraps her legs around him and tries to lever her hips up to touch him.Though still hard, the edge is off his desire as he breaks the kiss. He intends to make this last. Apparently oblivious to her squirming he takes the time to make sure her ears are completely clean of his. Her teacher Mr. Atkins asked “Jason” if he would stay after class, please. She was frightened, and kept her head down and acted contrite.“Look at me,” said Mr. Atkins.She had no choice. She looked up at him.“You’re not Jason, are you ... You do look a lot like him, but you’re not him. Are you his brother?”“Sort of,” said Julie.“What do you mean, ‘sort of’.”“I’m ... I’m his sister.”“Sister! Heavens!”“You won’t tell, will you? Please?”“Of course I can’t keep something like this a secret. You’ve. " she had never appeared to be into smoking before, I wondered why she wanted to start now.I pulled up into the drive way and parked my car, we clmbed out, and made our way up to the second floor, to my bedroom.Amaris layed back on my couch as i got into my sock draw and pulled out my equipment. Rolling papers, a sealed up cigar, a mini-bong, a pipe, and of course a quarter sack of weed."What do you want to use?" i asked Amaris, displaying the stuff i had."Uhm... how about the bong?" Okay,.