I jumped up from the couch and followed her slowly, not wanting to show myself right but so I could hear them.So I told her it was ok, and mother soon she had the guy's tongue in her mouth.The passion of the kiss showed me how much she wanted boy this guy inside her.I squeaked, We can go anywhere you want.They lay together, cuddled and kissed then dressed and walked to her house, which would be theirs for several hours.She had several horse tracks, a recording studio, a pharmacy group, and a trucking granny company.From there we went up mature to the next level.Be a good girl for me. I’m a good girl.I had a 54% charge now.I crossed my legs slowly and knew my stocking tops were probably visible.But my prayers were not answered it old just went to voice mail. And then out of the clear granny blue sky she asked her sister: Do you smoke pot? Narrowing her eyes, Mollie answered after a pause. What would boy you think if I said yes? I would think that mother was great! Some of my friends smoke dope back home, but I don’t dare do it with the way Mom and Dad are. Mollie and I again looked old at each other. I shrugged my shoulders and nodded. Might as well tell the truth. Might as well, Mollie agreed. Yes, Emma, we smoke dope. A lot. It's fun and we like mature it.