I have since began calling him John. Milf sex The longer the session, the more weed we smoked. This mixed with the super high I was feeling, sent crazy sparks all over my body. As I dried my naked body off, and put on my pj’s, John sit would on the toilet in front of me and pour his weed from the small manilla enevelope, use a match book to roll it back and forth to allow the seeds to fall out. The giant TV was in sight. Tears streamed down her ace and her mouth seemed to be stretched around it. John had me lean back against the arm of the couch while he layed between my legs on his side. Another man came into the camera and repeated the process. But again I was a very high kid. He would remove his robe, sitting next to me in his boxers and light the joint, take a couple of hits then turn it around in his mouth so the fire was facing inside his mouth and tell me
