Turning to face me again she undid several buttons on her top allowing her ample cleavage to shine. The remaining buttons strained to hold her tits in...and her nipples poked hard against the fabric. Kathy stopped in front of me told me that my friend was out of it and I needed to release some tension, she then slid her hand gently across my tented crotch, then with a smile unbuckled my belt and my jeans and slid them down my shaking legs. My cock tented mightily against my shorts and Kathy. Despite my increasing drunkenness, I could no longer justify the situation in a way that worked for me. Once again I had flirted myself into a corner, and — as is my nature — I found the best course of action to bring the problem to light.“Why won’t you let me kiss you?”This question, somehow, came as a surprise to her. “I can’t explain in English,” she said, but a moment later she did just that, using proper English grammar and syntax:“I’m married.”I asked her why she came out with me in the. .”“You sound anachronistic...”“I know what that means, Sunny. I’m just sayin’...”“But suppose I WANTED to go out looking for, well, ‘adventure’ is one word...”“You’re on your own. Just so YOU know what you’re getting off into...”“It’d be easier with my own car.”“Dunno how we’d do that. How far is it back to Alabama?”“I looked. We’re outside of Nashville. Six hundred miles, give or take. Ten hour drive under the best conditions...”“That’d make a long day, like Saturday there and Sunday. And then, there’s the question of the baby and its parentage.’ ‘Yeah.’ Sammi laid a gentle hand on her cameraman’s shoulder. ‘There’s nothing that she couldn’t work through with your love and help, though. She’ll need a strong shoulder when she deals with Chambliss and I think you could help her with that.’ ‘Yeah.’ ‘What does she think about you?’ The question had barely left Sammi’s mouth when the van took a sickening lurch. The seatbelt bore most of the brunt of the sudden motion but that.