She bit her bottom lip. “I was meaning to ask you something.” She said coyly. “What’s that?” I asked. My heart began to race by her sudden q...uestion. “Um – I – I was thinking, do you want to go somewhere today? With me, that is.” She asked softly. Don’t fuck this up, don’t fuck this up, don’t fuck this up, I nervously repeated in my head. “Of course.” I replied smoothly. “Where would you like to go?”She pondered for a minute. “Does the movie theater sound good to you?” She asked.“Defiantly.” I. I went out to the kitchen and asked. “What have you put in this coffee ??” She was preparing the meatballs. “Oh you like it ?” “Like it, It's the best coffee i ever tasted” “Hehe i got a farm where i produce honey from my own bees. Thats whats in your coffee” Mmmm honey. “That is the best coffee ever” “Oh thanks i'm glad you like it. I can give you some of that honey, if you want a jar” “Really. Yeah sweet i love to. Thanks. So you got a farm” “Yea i got a lot of money and the farm when my dad. She had long wanted to see if she could get a man to be faithful to her, while sharing her with other men. A cuckold was handy, though two were better from her perspective. She didn't really care if that was fair or not. She just wanted to see if she could get away with it. After all, her body and her money had always gotten her whatever she wanted, even when she had to fuck minorities to do it.Well, she'd do that some time again, mainly to reinforce her control over Jake. She also loved to. Everything felt right. She was going to take care of me. She dug in her pants and pulled out a quart-sized bag full to the brim with hairy, lime-green nuggets. She pulled a medium-sized one out and broke it up onto a small, stiff piece of paper. She broke up enough to fill the glass bowl-shaped piece at the end of the stem about ¾ of the way and dumped it right in. “Now. I’m going to light this. You’re going to put your mouth at the end of this and inhale slowly until the smoke is about halfway.