Mark thinks it's fine.

Mark tried to gather his thoughts, such as they were. He was supposed to distract Grink so Jen could come grab some pills they needed. He didn't really care about that too much anymore, but he liked the idea of distracting Grink. With his new pussy.

He re-emerged into the living room where Grink was lazily puffing on a joint and watching Jeopardy. When he saw Mark, his mouth popped open like a cartoon. It made Mark giggle a little bit. It was nice to know he was a stunner.

"Uh, hey man, uh, um..." Grink couldn't form words. Mark sauntered over to him and sat down next to him, his huge boobs bouncing with the motion. Grink stared at them and didn't stop. It made Mark feel weird. Is this why girls don't like it when you stare at their tits? This wasn't so bad, though - it was nice to know Grink liked the way he looked.

Shifting slightly to give Grink a better view down his low cut shirt, he spoke up. "I think that pill is still working." Grink just nodded, never taking his eyes off of Mark's boobs. This must be why girls say "My eyes are up here." It was weird talking to a guy who was staring at your chest. If it was anyone other than Grink he probably would have been annoyed.

"So after that heavy duty kief, I was thinking maybe we could take another hit to level us out?" Grink fished in his pockets and pulled out a joint, never breaking eye contact with Mark's tits. It gave Mark an idea. "Wanna touch 'em?" Grink coughed in surprise and looked up at Mark. "Really?" he squeaked out.

God, this guy didn't know much about women. It was kind of endearing. Smiling through the soft haze, Mark nodded. "But first, you got anything stronger than this?"

Grink grunted (Mark was starting to think that was mostly how he communicated) and darted into the back of the house. Mark looked down at his tits and slapped the right one, making it jiggle like a water balloon. God damn. He really couldn't blame the guy for being obsessed.

Grink came back into the room with a cardboard box. He opened it up and Mark saw a pile of plastic baggies with all kinds of stuff in them. Pills, powders, herbs, some things he couldn't identify.

He leaned over the box, making sure Grink could see all the way down his shirt to his bellybutton. These things were amazing! He picked through the box, then looked up at Grink.

"What do you recommend," he smiled seductively, "for getting fucked?"