Continued...
Parking in her own garage, she walked through the gate in the shared fencing, and into the side door of Harry and Vicki's garage. This was the door she always used when she was going over to their place for a little 'playtime'. Locking it behind her, she entered from the garage, which leads into a 'mud room', and then, into the kitchen.
On the island of the kitchen was a fat doobie, laying on top of a note;
"SC, (short for sweetcheeks, Vicki's sex-name for her),Fire this bad boy up, take a couple of good hits, then bring it to us in the BR; we'll toke on it while you undress for us."
She did, indeed, fire up that bad boy and took two huge hits, holding the potent smoke inside of her for as long as she could. Releasing the smoke with a 'whoosh' from her lungs, she immediately felt flushed, and a bit light-headed. She immediately made a mental note to herself to ask Vicki to get her some of this good shit and, as stoned minds will do, forgot about it on the short walk down the hallway to the master bedroom.
Stopping in the doorway, she took in the sight of Vicki slowly sucking on Harry's rather sizeable cock. Seeing her in the doorway, she smiled and raised her hand, signaling that she wanted the doobie. Sweetcheeks did as asked, smiling at Vicki's mouth filled with Harry's dick.