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My mom call and ask me to go see my aunt she been asking were I been, I told mom I would go this afternoon . My aunt Kate was a cool women been divorce four times, she 67 years old and she likes young men .She still got a pretty good figure ,red hair and a great bush below with Grey in it. I guess my mom side of the family like sex , I was curious what she wanted . I rang the door bell and I herd her hollow to come in ,she told me to help my self to a beer and come to the bedroom.I walk in the ere she sat on a young man face haven her eaten, It was no shock to me it just family, I gave her a kiss on the cheek ,that no kiss she planted a wet one on me ,she took the beer from my hand and took a drink, then gave it back were beer drinker. Kate told me to come by the house at eight tonight she found a big cock on the net for me and all ready check it out.The rest of the day I was getting read for tonight and couldn’t wait ,I got all dress and didn’t like what I had on change twice and look at my bathrobe, I took my clothes back off and put the robe on. I drove twelve miles to my aunt Kate house when I walk in she look and said no need for clothes . There on the love seat was this black man all solid muscle jeans so tight they look like they were painted on him, and a tank top with bulges of muscle. Kate came over and told Clark this is my niece I just stair at the bulge in his pants when Kate came up behind reach around the front undid my belt and drop my robe to the floor

I once dated this girl who was a complete stoner — pretty much never sober. One day she came to my house to pick me up and started recounting this amazing experience she’d had on the drive over. Apparently, an angel had formed in the clouds and had spoken to her. She then told me, at length, about the “new” ideas she was having concerning marijuana and spirituality. She said she’d realized that the way to communicate with the Holy Trinity was through getting stoned, and then outlined a complicated method of accessing God through prayerful toking. The funny thing was, she was acting like she was privy to these amazing ideas no one had ever had before, and was getting all excited about sharing her religious message with a spiritually deprived world. I was like, “Yeah, that already exists. It’s called Rastafarianism

I figured this would be a good thread. Everyone has a different story. The first time I smoked, I got this little bit of mids from some kid down the street. He gave me this little foil pipe (so horrible) to use, but I didn't really care because I was such a noob. So I walked about 5 minutes to the neighborhood opposite of mine because there was this huge wooded area with a paintball course in it. I sat down and was about to do the deed when a kid I just met (who is one of my best friends now) came out of nowhere. I decided to be generous and asked him if he wanted to smoke. He said fuck yeah so we did. After we finished all the dirt weed that I got; I. FUCKING. GEEKED. We walked over to McDonalds for some munchies but I was laughing so hard I couldn't go in. I can only imagine how dumb I looked. Tears were steady streaming. Over nothing. Everytime I see a new smoker geek, all I can picture is me geekin in the parking lot back in the day. Since then I've been all about marijuana

I figured this would be a good thread. Everyone has a different story. The first time I smoked, I got this little bit of mids from some kid down the street. He gave me this little foil pipe (so horrible) to use, but I didn't really care because I was such a noob. So I walked about 5 minutes to the neighborhood opposite of mine because there was this huge wooded area with a paintball course in it. I sat down and was about to do the deed when a kid I just met (who is one of my best friends now) came out of nowhere. I decided to be generous and asked him if he wanted to smoke. He said fuck yeah so we did. After we finished all the dirt weed that I got; I. FUCKING. GEEKED. We walked over to McDonalds for some munchies but I was laughing so hard I couldn't go in. I can only imagine how dumb I looked. Tears were steady streaming. Over nothing. Everytime I see a new smoker geek, all I can picture is me geekin in the parking lot back in the day. Since then I've been all about marijuana

Was smoking with my mates and we got some really bad munchies, so we went off to the shop.

When we stopped, another car pulled up next to us. The driver had their window down, and i stared for ages through my own closed window like “she needs to wind that window up before she leaves”. She took the piss to get out of the car, so i tried to use my window winder thinking it would close her window. So high.

haha ok.. this was about a month ago, i owed my 2 friends badly case i was broke for awhile and they both smoked me up many times (i always repay them). so i bought an ounce of Orange crush umm bout 500 dollars. so my rents were gone for the day so i called them up and they came over my friend brought his 6 foot bong so we ripped the bong for about 30min then took 3 bowl hits each to the face.. by this time we were pretty blasted so we went to my corner store haha AS SOON as we walk in my friend1 says "I want ice cream soooooooooo badly!!" haha he yelled this so everyone turns with the look "wtf"  we bought icecream a bag of chips and a large pizza. we finished all the food in like 30min haha then friend2 rolled 3 blunts we smoked those and we gone.. we couldnt smoke anymore or we would black out haha we went into my back woods and if you walk about half a mile we get to a rail trail we were walking on this for 2 hrs when my dad called hhaha uh oh and heres the convo

y profile reads, Carrie, a woman with a dream. That’s how I’m known on social media.

That’s me, the dreamer. Ever since childhood I’d had imaginary friends. I remember conjuring up exciting adventures to keep myself entertained.

As I entered my teens, I continued to create these fantasy friends. I had become an avid daydreamer. I realized daydreaming was my way of protecting myself from bitchy teenage girls and very hormonal teenage boys.

Then the daytime fantasies transformed into nightly dreams and became filled with sexual innuendos. At sixteen, my understanding of sex and making love comprised of nothing more than heavy petting. Yet those nightly images lulled my roaring hormones to sleep.

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