I was at a party and all around me, guys were drunk and hitting on equally drunk girls. I wasn’t drinking because I knew that with my luck, I’d ge... alcohol poisoning or something. Anyway, there was this one chick who was smoking hot. And drunk. Surely a good combination even with my luck ... NOT! I’d learned my lesson already.All I wanted to do was sit by myself and enjoy perving on her as guys tried their luck. This one guy, almost too wasted to stand came up to her and lifted her dress to do. “Who would have driven us home then?”“We could’ve taken an uber.”“And then we’d both have fallen asleep and he could have waited and ran up the bill,” Marcus surmised.“That’s such an old man thing to worry about,” she laughed. “Never mind about taking me home. I’ll just sleep in your bed.”“Where am I gonna sleep?”“You said the night wasn’t over for you, yet? Just stay up by yourself. If I sober up before morning, we can have some fun.”“You’re definitely sticking around until morning?” he. He had his eyes closed in pleasure and was groaning with every little movement of my tongue. Just as I began to think he would be cumming soon, he grabbed my hair and yanked me off his cock. He had become a little rougher, more in control, in his state of near-release, and I liked it. "No bitch, I don't want to cum just yet. Why don't you come please me with some other place on your sexy body?" He put a lot of emphasis on other, and glanced greedily at my trimmed pussy. I couldn't shave, no. There was no doubt she was naked under the colorful shift, and pressed firmly to him as they weaved on the dance floor. Only later had he wondered at the coincidence of meeting her brother dancing with Telia, as they exchanged introductions. When the two women kissed, he had noticed the way the blonde's lips lingered on his wife's cheeks longer, and more flirtatiously than was normal, but then the party had lured him away. Telia had spent most of the evening with them. Now that he thought of.