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Tristen drove his mate Cole down a lane at the back of the industrial estate. They’d had a spliff and whenever they had a spliff it always made them feel dead sexy. Whenever they smoked a spliff they did things that they’d never do if they hadn’t smoked a spliff. Some people get sleepy when they smoke weed. Others laugh at the slightest thing. Kristen and Cole tended to lose their inhibitions. It made them very tactile and loving. Whenever they smoked a joint they just wanted to have fun with each other.
So there they were sitting in the car. Tristen had parked it close to one of the industrial units. They were sitting in the car with their cocks stiff in their trackies.
They looked at each other’s tented trackies.
They just sat there touching themselves through the clinging silky material and it felt well nice.
Tristen slipped his hand down the front of his trackies and had a good fumble.