As soon as I could, I kissed her lips softy, lingering for a few seconds. Vicky pulled back, smiling, before lowering onto my mouth again. This time, ...ur mouths opened and tongues caressed gently. Slowly they swirled together and I felt her body shift. Her left leg pushed between mine, thigh pressing hard onto my pussy. Instinctively I raised my right leg, placing my foot onto the ground. With each passing second our kiss intensified and we began grinding our pussy’s hard against the others. She laid flat on top of me her big beautiful tits squashing against my chest, one hand petting my face while the other snuck down along my side. “Why won’t you fuck me Tim? Don’t you want me anymore?” Not this again! “Am I not attractive to you anymore? I try to be appealing; I’ve tried time and again to put myself in that position. But no! Timothy gets so much pussy he doesn’t need his first anymore, his easiest. What about me?” She whined. This was where I appreciated having Ashley as. So much, in fact, I had to make an intoxicated run down to the local grocery store to replenish our supply for the evening. We were getting along famously, by this time. We were both so drunk, we had problems even standing. Once when she had to pee, she asked me to go along and support her as she entered the bathroom. I got her in the room, turned her to sit, but she had problems getting her pants down around her hips. She asked me for assistance, so I obliged by unbuttoning the front. He watched as she locked the door. Satisfied that all was secure, she opened another door, turned on the light, and told him to walk down the stairs. He looked down, but before he could object, she gave him a little shove. He looked back at her, then walked down the steps. He came to a stop when he noticed the only thing downstairs was a king size bed and a very large cabinet. She shoved him forward toward the bed. When he turned around to ask her something, she pushed him onto the bed. His.