Schooled for sex

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Whenever Peggy smokes grass she gets horny. Most everything makes her horny but grass makes her lose control. For that reason I rarely let her near my stash, but it was hot outside, life was boring, and any diversion was welcome. I hadn't had a case in two weeks and my private eye's badge was getting tarnished. So I sat on the couch opposite my black secretary and watched her smoke one joint after another.

She had on tight jeans and one of those halter tops with a Mickey Mouse emblem on the front. Her hair had been corn-rowed to make her look even more streamlined than usual. I admired Peggy but she was a slut. Already her hands were getting restless. Those long black fingers seemed to walk around on the couch, looking for a place to alight, and suddenly they crept up her thighs, up her belly, right to her tits. For a moment they caressed those full, medium-sized orbs and then she wrenched them away to roll another joint.

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