Any whores, He invited me to party at his place. I was down because fuck it what did I got going on. I drove from Minnesota all the way to Mil to kick...it with my boy.When I got there the party has already started. Homies were drinking and there was I tell ya'll a bunch of bitches. I didn't realize that cousin was there so I went up to say "What's up." I was talk to him about some bullshit and then all of the sudden I see this petite little Hmong girl walked into the door. So told my cousin,. I look out my office at 9:30 which is late for her and I see her light come on. I call her extension and ask her to stop by my office. She asks for 10 minutes or so. Finally, after 20 minutes, she walks into my office. She looks tired but still amazing. She is wearing a sleeveless tank top and tight jeans. ‘Good Morning, how was your weekend?’ I ask her. She looks at me and looking nervous as if she is lying, answers, ‘it was fine.’ ‘OK, how was your Friday night?’ I ask. She doesn’t answer. The overwhelming smell of alcohol confirmed my next suspicions, she was passed out drunk. The entire scenario suddenly snapped into focus. My daughter had gotten too drunk to make it home and someone had dumped her on the steps before ringing the doorbell and leaving. Either that or she was too drunk to open the door and had rung the doorbell herself before sitting down and passing out. Almadelia was still getting used to being able to go out drinking with her friends. She often came stumbling. I was getting hornier the more I read. I realized that my panties were completely soaked, and I worried I'd soon have a wet spot on the bottom of my skirt from the way I was shifting in my seat. It was time to do something about it!I locked my computer screen and discreetly walked to the women’s bathroom. I was wearing a short pencil skirt, 4 inch peep-toe pumps, and a paper thin blouse with a thin lace bra that barely holds my 34DD’s in check. As usual, I turned heads on my way to the ladies’.