Angie Amber
So I was laying in bed, naked, smoking a fat doobie when I heard Angie's key in the front door lock. She walked in carefully, to avoid the squeaking floorboards and headed to my room. I threw the sheet over my nakedness -- just in case it wasn't my girl. But it was. And she had company. Looking at the girl I knew, right away, that this had to be Amber. Both girls wore heavy coats that covered them from neck to knee. Both girls looked at each other conspiratorily and giggled. Then both flopped...