One night she was so waisted she couldnt even move from sitting on the washing machine, i walked up and asked if she was alright and she hugged me and...tried wrapping her legs around my waist and gripped me tight and said with a heavy slur "your not going anywhere till u give me a piggy back ride to my room!" So I packed her to her room and put her to bed, she was fully clothed so no play that night but her wrapping those legs around me got me hard.Every once in a while she would pass out cold. To my surprise she was not only done with her hair she was completely dressed. And dressed she was, she was wearing a mini-dress with broad black and white horizontal stripes that showed a lot of leg. Very tight and very sexy. She also had on white, 6" platform pumps and her hair was curled. She had on sexy, light, almost silvery lipstick The overall ensemble made her look both fun and very hot. Fun sent me back out and said she would bring some beers.I went back out to the living room and I. I was too carried away by the passion of the moment.We went out to the kitchen and I got us both a glass of ice water. He sat on a stool at the kitchen island and watched me. When I brought him the water he put his arm around me and after we had each taken a couple of sips of water he pulled me close and kissed me. His kiss made my legs weak and I ran a hand over his cheek and down his chest, all the way down to his large muscular thigh. I supported my weight on his thigh and kissed him back. “Who did you enjoy in your bed before activating me?” I asked, amusement in my tone.“Just one of the buxom lasses,” he grinned.I wished I had a bigger breasts then the little handfuls I possessed. Even tits the size of his sister Kora’s would be wonderful. I knew Sven loved them large. Why else did he insist on staying at the Buxom Lass in Cheyvn? My agents reported far better inns lay in the city than it.“I should be cross with you,” I groaned, his thumb feeling amazing on my pussy. My stone.