Upon awakening I got up and used Joanna’s toothbrush, drank a couple of glasses of water, washed my hands and face and got back into bed. Joanna turned around and my mouth found hers. My cock began to rise. I put her hand on my cock. I grabbed her hair, pulling her head back, kissing her, savagely. I played with her cunt. I teased her clit for a long time. She was very wet. I mounted and buried it. I held it in. I could feel her responding. I was able to work a long time. Finally I was unable to hold back any longer. I was wet with sweat and my heart beat so loudly that I could hear it.
“I’m not in very good shape,” I told her. “I liked it. Let’s have a joint.”
She produced a joint, already rolled. We passed it back and forth. “Joanna,” I told her, “I’m still sleepy. I could use another hour.”
“Sure. As soon as we finish this joint.”
We finished the joint and stretched out in bed again. I slept.
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