She wasn’t in the toilet or the spare bedroom either, and as the door to Lin’s bedroom was open I popped my head in to see what the girls were doi...g, and what I saw was the two of them, lying on the crimson silk sheet of Lin’s king-size bed, down to their underwear, kissing and fondling each other. “Did you bring the wine?” giggled Kath. “I could do with a top up!”So I went back downstairs and got my glass and the bottle. By the time I’d returned both girls were naked and Lin had her head. I said "Sure, as long as it's back to your place?". She smiled and said "sure" without a hesiation in her thought process. And like that, we were on our way to her place, but oh fuck, soon as that car got rolling... my world began to spin!! I was inebriated.. the combination of marijuana and alcohol in my system was at max and I knew it. I struggled with myself in my head as it turned and turned and I tired to stay calm. "Kyle, you can do this man...you've been worse than this..fucking pull. She wore stockings and flat shoes. She couldn’t walk in heels. She looked OK. There was no way to disguise her fat little body but she was right about her tits drawing the eye and over all she didn't look too bad. Her tits were a major attraction but I think she always underestimated her good nature and friendliness. She was very likeable, despite her weirdness.We ran into a guy there that Gracie knew and she told me she'd been thinking of fucking him for a while. I could read this guy though.. For Sir would not have approved. How fortunate for us both there came a sudden, albeit quiet, knock at the door. ‘Yes, come in.’ I took a step back from the girl, forcing distance between us just in time for third party to enter into the room. The boy was young and beautiful–at least, by someone’s standards. It was the look that lingered in his eyes that I had noticed in few others. Vladimir Nabokov called them ‘nymphet’s.’ I called them degenerates. This one was quiet and shy, and he knew.