“Getting high. What else? I’ve ground up and snorted pretty much every material I can find, yet none of it works. I remembered hearing about kids ...huffing fermented shit and piss to get high, and I got to say, it works.” Josh grimaced in disgust. “You want some?” the man asked.“No thanks, I’ll pass.”“Are you sure?” the man got to his feet and staggered over. “It’s really good! It’ll help you forget all your troubles.”Josh looked him up and down. He was wearing military uniform, at least, most of. I also guided her one hand to my erect cock and she caressed it awkwardly. I had pulled aside her top and was now trying to pull her pajamas, she stopped me, but I said don worry I have brought protection, she then blushed and din stop me.I slowly pulled out her pajamas and starting kissing her thighs and slowly licking my way to her love spot, she could bear it no more and pulled me upwards to her breasts, I again started sucking her nipples hard and slowly pulling down her panties. I then. In detail. They’d jokingly mapped out their dreams for the future a few times during the past months. But most of the time they’d been busy living, working and exploring that shared space of being in love, being in a relationship. She’d tucked the images of their life together safely in the back of her mind, reserving them for the future. But maybe the future was closer than she thought. Or not. ‘Are you thinking…maybe in a few years?’ Then realizing she’d all but ambushed him, she touched his. ‘Well, he’s intimidated by experience in women and by women who ‘come on’ so if I look younger he might feel more at ease, more able to take the lead. That’s what I want him to do, at least out in public.’ She laughed, ‘When I get him in the bedroom then I’ll take the lead. Well,’ she added thoughtfully, ‘I’ll try but softly, softly I think.’ ‘Well that dress looks just about perfect. Now for some shoes, then the underwear.’ ‘Underwear?’ she said. ‘Yes,’ I said, ‘underwear. You might as well.