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he first mounted her. Following procedure she lit a cigarette and held it to the tip of the laced joint. In record time she was through smoking the first premo and rolling another. She paused to get a can of air freshener and light some incense. Grabbing a folding chair she pulled it over to the window and took a seat in front of the window, still naked. A breeze blew through the open window making the pale curtains flutter like butterfly wings.
    She lit the second premo and looked at it. Lately it was taking more and more crack on her joints for her to experience that rip-roaring high of old. As she smoked the premo she turned to look at Don. He looked so powerful and sexy even in his sleep. She felt the area between her legs growing warm, then moist. The premo and the sight of Don's naked body was making her horny. He looked so peaceful that she didn't want to disturb him, but she was definitely aroused.She moved over to the bed. Resting her head on his genitals she began to massage him until he began showing signs of life. Taking the head of his semi-erect member into her mouth she expertly sucked him to complete hardness.
    Though he didn't want to wake up, Juanita's sucking mouth wouldn't allow him peace. She signaled to him to light a premo while she continued sucking, licking, and blowing. He followed her instructions. The combination of the premo and fellatio reminded him of lying on a beach with cool waves washing over his body. He felt alive. With each hit of the laced joint the feeling of her mouth on him grew more intense. He could feel an orgasm building. It seemed to start from the soles of his feet and the top of his skull at the same time. He could tell that he was about to blow his stack so he took a long, deep pull of the premo. He held the smoke until he choked and let go. Taking only enough time to put the remainder of the premo and the cigarette in the ashtray on the nightstand, Don curled up in the bed in fetal position, exhausted.
    Juanita ran to the bathroom to clean up and when she returned, she glanced at Don, who didn't seem to have enough strength to pull the sheet over his naked body. She nudged him, but he didn't respond. He wanted some sleep.
    Juanita had different plans though—she was tired of being cooped up. She grabbed the remote control and turned on the television. An advertisement for Six Flags Great America was on. She had always wanted to go, but there was never enough money in her household to go to thecostly theme park. Don had the money though. It was time to see just how open his nose was for her. Talking him into smoking premos was easy, so it should be a small matter to get him to take her to an amusement park.
    Rubbing his sweaty back she started in on him. “Don-Don, wake up baby. C'mon, boo. I'm sick of being cooped up in this room. It feel like I'm on house arrest or something. Get up. I want to go to Great America.”
    “Damn, Juanita, it's too damn early in the morning for this bullshit,” he whined. “Shit, we done been up all damn night and shit. I'm finta sleep, shit.”
    “Fuck that. Wrong answer. I want to go today. You think that all you gone do is lay up in this motherfuckin’ room and fuck me. Shit, my pussy is sore. I want to have some fun. If you won't take me, I'm sure that one of your friends will.”
    She got up from the bed and began to dress.
    He watched her out of the corner of his bloodshot eyes. The desire for sleep tempted him to let her go, then jealousy took over. He realized that he would hate to see her with one of his friends. Swinging his long legs off the bed he grabbed his boxers and pulled them on.
    “Awight, awight girl. Sit yo motherfuckin’ ass down somewhere. I'll go holla at my niggas and see if they want to go.”
    He pulled on his pants and shoes and left the room. Downstairs everyone seemed to be there from two nights ago. It was early so he wasn't surprised that everyone was still asleep. There were liquor and beer bottles