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yeah, I guess I’ll try it,” I announced. Luuk looked to Jake and smiled, “Hell yeah, we got a champ!” Luuk exclaimed as he handed the pipe and a red lighter to me. The glass pipe’s main color was dark and light blue with a stripped pattern. The inside of the pipe bowl was packed in with something that didn’t smell too particularly nice, but it was green, and it was grinded down. I wanted to touch it but I thought against it because I didn’t want to mess anything up. The inside of the pipe bowl, from what I could tell, was covered in black. I could only assume that’s how much they’ve used it. Upon further examination, I found two holes. One that went into the pipe’s bowl, and one that ran along the length of the pipe body from the bowl to the exit. “That’s where you put your mouth,” Jake said as he gestured toward the hole that ran along the length of the pipe, “and that is where you put your thumb,” he said as he gestured toward the other hole. “Hold the lighter in your right and light it upside down, so like this,” he showed me to hold the lighter sideways, so the lighter’s red button faced me. “When you want to inhale, inhale it into your mouth first and then breath in. You’ll cough like hell, so take this water,” he indian handed me a plastic water bottle. I took it and set it between my feet. I did as he said and put the pipe’s entrance in my mouth and held the lighter backwards, so the flame went up and burnt my thumb. I winced in pain, but I didn’t want anyone to notice so I just flipped the lighter around. I propped the lighter’s ignition on the side of the bowl, taking a lot of time to prepare and light the weed. After a lot of hesitation and looking at my friends, I lit the weed for a few seconds. I inhaled it through the pipe into my mouth, let it set for a second and took a breath in. Almost immediately, I practically began to cough my lungs out. I dropped the lighter and handed the pipe off to someone, it took a second for someone to take it. I was coughing so hard that I couldn’t even say anything! I reached down and began to down the water bottle, occasionally coughing into the water bottle and having some softcore water spew off onto the side. I could only hope that it didn’t land on anybody! I occasionally heard someone say, “Are you okay, Eli?” I shook my head, ‘no’ with a forced smile and stuck my index finger up to gesture, “give me a minute” After calming my lungs down by forcing myself to gulp air down, everyone was looking at me. Katrina asked, “What do you think?” I smiled, already feeling the effects, “Um… I dunno, really. I think I feel it already though.” Jake Big Tits said, “I dunno how you’ll feel, but for me, it makes me really sleepy.” I wasn’t really feeling sleepy at all, but I was actually feeling pretty hyper. I don’t know if it was because of the marijuana or because of how the day’s been going, but I didn’t think marijuana was that bad of a thing anymore. After passing the pipe around a few more times and coughing my lungs up, we eventually finished it off. Everyone kept asking if I was blazed, but I didn’t even know what that meant. But yeah, I was blazed. High off my ass. Higher than the fucking moon. I remember that it was hard to remember things, like it was really bad short-term memory loss. My eyes did feel a little heavy, but I didn’t feel tired at all. I felt like getting up and doing stuff! My mind was racing with thoughts. So many, in-fact, that I’d go off-topic on a thought and completely forget the original thought. I needed to fuck, but she just wasn’t receptive. softcore "Oh shit..." New tears fell down my cheeks. and still rocking back and forth to the beat of the music. “That was so fucking hot!” She said. It felt like cheating on her husband, but she kept reminding herself that he explicitly commanded her to do this, even if he didn't technically know about these particular guys. The older man saw Derrick then bowed, "Dear exalted one. Kevin to Christine. As he walked past his sister's room he thought he heard her call his name. And secondly, you can't wear gloves. Everybody I knew hated queers. Back in our booth, Sharon covertly let the boys know which men were our husbands. indian “Don't touch me” she spat “and Big Tits don’t call Mr sexy, you’re sick, do you think you're going to get away with this, the moment we can we'll a call the police” I slowly undid her bonds and once her arms were free she tried to attack me “How could you have done this, we’re family” He stared at me, looking stunned.