It had already taken on a new sparkleand sheen in my mind's eye. My arms were feeling heavy. It got to thepoint where I was having a hard time lifting... my fork up to my mouth. Ilaughed aloud at the absurdity of it all. Sam and Aunt Melissa looked worse than I did. I insisted they remainseated as I began the cleanup procedure. Everything put away and I wasready to collapse from total exhaustion. Sam seemed happy to sit therefor awhile. The ladies had adjourned to the backyard to smoke and. First let me tell you about myself, I'm eighteen, a freshmen in college, have a smoking hot girlfriend, I'm fairly tall, and I have your average white cock. So, in other words, I'm not that hung. Only about four inches. I have red hair, freckles, and pale skin. My girlfriend is just the first girl I smoked weed with here. She started to sell it to me, then we started to date.Her name is Natalie, she's about five foot, with perky b cup tits, and a big ass for someone her size. When I first met. That kiss seemed to go on forever, starting soft and hungry, lips together and eyes shut. I leaned into her and my greater weight pressed her backwards and into the seat behind her. Our lips parted and and the kiss became passion itself, demanding now as our tongues sought and carressed each other. Her right hand rose along my body, sliding across my stomach, up my side seeking the left side of my chest. I tried to slide my hand forward along her thigh and downwards. But her left hand left my. 'OMG he is fucking me', goes through your head, your throat tightens and still no screams come out, then you realize you're making little grunting noises, like a little sow, a man is inside you and your actually enjoying the experience, and whats more he is banging you so hard the bed moves, the feeling is making your head spin, your body is alive with feeling, your nipples, now taken out of their protecting covering, to be tugged and tweaked roughly, add another sensation, alien but enjoyable.