She was a sloppy drunk, with droplets of bourbon on her boobs. I thought I would not mind licking them clean for her. When Karen sidled up to the bar ...ext to me, the jukebox cranked out country music at a loud volume. She set her bourbon on the bar and draped her arm around me. Jimmy Buffet was blaring out Margaritaville, and Karen wanted to dance. It was much of a dance as much as she was dry-humping me on the worn tile floor where we did the vertical mambo. It was not a dance but a relatively. She got the water temp set right and then I went right to work, I got the washcloth all suds up for her and handed it to her and then used the remaining soap to caress her back with my hands. She was washing up and bent over slightly to do her legs and this pushed her butt back into my semi-hard cock. She looked back at me and said, “I thought you were supposed to be washing my back…”I grinned at her and said, “I did, but your butt seems to have liked what I did last night and wanted to say. I felt a bit jealous as well from my mom as all young mother fuckers were starring her.We reached our home at 1100hrs. I told my mom that I am not feeling well as that day I had periods as well n my mom knew it so I excused for an early sleep. My brother are also early sleepers.My room is separated from my mom room by a wall which has a common ventilator. I switched off the light in my room and tried somehow to reach the ventilator. I succeeded and I was able to see clearly my mom room as light. I also learned that they were leaving Friday evening same as I. They were heading north for fishing however, while I was heading south for home. Steve mentioned that he smelled what I had been smoking and offered to trade some scotch for what I had to share. I said, “That sounds great.” About thirty minutes later, after I put on some shorts and a tank top and rolled a few joints, I was ready for my campfire pow wow with my neighbors. Steve had started making Smores as he sat near the flames of.