I repeat and touch my shot glass to hers and then we kick the drinks back. "Ack! That shit is strong!" She smiles at me. "Yeah, but thats how I like i...," she slurs. I can tell that she's pretty out of it, especially as she tries to pull me onto the dance floor. "Come on," she pleas. "Don't be so...stiff." I sigh but give in. "One dance, but then I'm taking you home. I think you've had a little too much tonight."She pulls me out to the floor as a fast-beat song comes on. "Like it will hurt you. Mrs O was wearing a white vest top and shortish red cotton skirt. As she settled into the seat beside me i couldn't help noticing how much of her legs were on show, the skirt barely covering her panties. At the fist set of lights we came to i leaned across and ran my hand up her leg resting my hand on the top of her thigh reaching down with my finger trying to touch her pussy. She started giggling and opened up just enough for me to run my finger over her pussy through her panties. The lights. She reciprocated and kissed him back while her hands moved to his back and he held the side of her face.Shots in hand I returned to my table and smiled before downing an aftershock and placing the empty glass beside the other three, just as my dearest wife arrived with her partner in hand for the evening. She beamed a smile and asked if we could take him home for the night as he looked on nonplussed, to which I simple smiled before handing them a shot which we all drank before heading outside. But through it all, her Uncle Bob smiled at her and hugged her and wrestled with her. Now his tickling wasn't so rough, though he still made her squirm and giggle. When she was trying to escape-but-not-really from him, she forgot she was a gangly misshapen girl.Eventually she grew into a lithe strong limbed woman with thrusting breasts that didn't hurt any more, but sometimes tingled strangely, especially the nipples. And all that hair covered pouting lips that also tingled, especially when she.