Hate Paying by Phil Cummings

Hate Paying

“You know, I really hate paying good money for dope,” she said. Her knees moved farther apart and her hands went down and began lightly stroking the surface of her panties between her legs in a lovely little groove in the thin cloth. I was just getting that first paralyzing rush from the pot and I was completely flummoxed. This couldn’t be happening. I didn’t know what to say but my dick knew how to respond.