Do you work out?" Often, my fair Kayla. Anyone tell you you have a soft touch?"Running her fingers up and down Miss K's arm, the girl giggled and smil...ed nervously, then said, "Gee, thanks." Move that hand around some, my dear. Feel me out."Kayla ran her hand over Miss K's hand, then down over her flat, toned stomach. After sticking her thumb in Miss K's navel, she ran her fingers just under the waist of her partner's jeans, moving them around to her ass. She sat up on her side a bit and. .. All eyes were on me as the joint finished it's first orbit."Ummmm. I don't... use drugs?" Ooops, wrong thing to say! That comment didn't go over too well at all."Aaaaak!" Junior pretended he was vomiting. "*Drugs*? Oh, No! This is natural, one hundred percently as nature herself intended. Yes, and I should know, I grew it myself in my own... parent's garden!"Everyone seemed to agree that Junior's was the best, the purest, and of course, most *organically* grown pot around. So why wouldn't I. (This is for organization purposes for me, so that I keep track how much time has passed and better manage multiple choices and character perspective jumps in conjunction with timelines crossing over.)This isnt designed to be appealing to read, more like a historical documentation or diary of all events that happens relative to a set of characters perspectives.I am doing this for a few reasons:• I do not wish to waste someone's time in any way shape or form.• I want to go into as much detail as. I looked at her spine and ribs as they curled from thrusting her ass up in the air.I was standing directly behind her. Her asshole was glistening and I could see a tube of K-Y Jelly on the grass near her bikini top. I could not help myself. I practically ripped off my pants and underwear and got right behind her. I had definitely heard about anal sex but the three girls that I have been able to screw didn’t even want to try it. Here was an open invitation even if it was from my own mother. I.