She felt a flush start creeping up from her breasts. Oh, what the hell, she thought, and took a deep drag of the freely offered pot.

"May I sit down next to you, Lily?" Carl breathed huskily. "You don't mind if I call you Lily, do you?"

"No, I guess not," she replied as he moved to sit beside her. And it seemed to Lily that he positioned himself uncomfortably close to her. She crossed one slim, tanned leg over the other, exposing the smooth felsh of her thigh, and as she leaned forward she could once again feel his eyes on her full globular breasts. Carl thought he could detect just a hint of the ruby hardness of her nipples and he was hardly able to take his eyes from her provocative lushness now. His prick spasmed once, twice, inside his trousers with beginning arousal. He took another drag from the joint and passed it back to Lily. She protested that she didn't want any more, but he paid no attention to her, holding the marijuana to her lips for her to inhale. Grass was one of Carl Bradley's favorite drugs, as he felt it was one of the most potent and subtle aphrodisiacs he had ever come across. He'd been smoking it for almost a decade now and he knew the effect it would have on an uptight woman like Lily Granger. It increased his own sexual fervor too, though he could control himself if he felt like it; not that he was going to feel like it this morning. Shit, he sure wasn't.

Lily could feel initial droplets of excited lubricant fluid begin to flow out from the overly sensitive lips of her cunt, and she felt confused at what was happening to her. It had been so long since she had been fucked by a man… it had made her life complicated and painful and she had tried to forget that she was a vibrant and passionate woman.