I was talking with my friend Mick on the telephone about me and the wife's upcoming holiday, we were off to Bermuda in a few days time and the problem we had was that we flew out from Heathrow at 5am in the morning. He kindly offered to drive us to the airport and when I said I couldn't ask him to drive all the way to our house, as we lived over forty miles away and then double back to the airport he also offered his spare bedroom to us for the night.
It was a great solution to the dilemma and I gladly accepted his kind offer, ho told us to arrive at 7pm the night before and he would even cook for us.
As we entered Mick's house the smell of cooking permeated the house, whatever he was cooking smelt damn good and my mouth started watering in expectation.
The meal itself was small but exceedingly tasty and I was still felt hungry when we had finished but Mick had more to come. Out of the cupboard came a large pile of cakes that he offered first to Sandy who was also still hungry as within seconds she had devoured the first one. As we sat there talking Sandy and I continued eating Mick's cakes, we didn't notice that he was not eating any of them until it was too late and between Sandy and I we had finished off at least a dozen cakes.
Sandy yawned and then apologised for doing so, as for me I was starting to feel very horny, but I didn't know why.
We moved into the lounge and Mick turned the television on and we relaxed while we watched Ally McBeal, but all that did was make me hornier, she was one hell of a woman.
About half way through the program I looked across at Sandy and she was fast asleep, her head resting on the back of the sofa.
"No idea why she's fallen asleep," I said to Mick, "it's not as if we got up early this morning," I continued not really understanding why I felt so randy.
"I think I might know, the cakes you two had were not ordinary cakes," Mick said with a silly grin on his face.
"Excuse me," I said not understanding what he meant.
"They were hash cakes," he said with a shrug.
"No wonder she's asleep, that stuff always puts her to sleep, if World War three broke out she still wouldn't wake up, and that probably explains why I feel so horny. Why did you do that?" I naively asked.