At around 11pm my door bell rings I opened the door and I could see a completely drunk jasmine in front us and she could barely stand. She came inside...and I felt pity on her and asked her to take a shower and go to bed. She tried to hug me but my conscious didn't allow me to do any thing and I force her to shower. Later after shower she came out of toilet in a towel - and that really turned me on!! Since she couldn't stand properly I helped her to go to bed. While I was holding her to direct. I tried to give her body lots of attention, kissing her body all over, since who knows when she would get laid again. She wasn't having it. She started grabbing my cock and pleading for me to give it to her. As a guy who likes really wet pussy, I figured I would find out just how much she wanted it. I slid two fingers into her wet opening and yes, she was ready to go, but I wasn't. I was plenty hard, but there is something about making a woman who is that horny wait. I decided right away. They’re fatigues. What difference would a few stains make? After wringing them out as best she could, she hung them on the line he’d put up for her.When her fatigues were all washed and hung, she washed her bras and panties before hanging them next to her fatigues. Somehow, the very feminine undergarments looked out of place hanging beside her rugged outer clothing. As she picked up the empty bucket she had brought the clothes over in, she glanced at her hanging clothes again and realized that. The sound of a key in the front door snapped us out of our cosy domestic scene. Kirsty jumping to her feet also made me realise that she still had her tits out.I was starting to panic but Kirsty simply smiled, "Stay there, I'll be getting you another drink," and with that she grabbed our two glasses and vanished into the kitchen."Kirsty, I'm home," called Rosa from the hallway."I'm getting Kevin a drink, Mom," replied Kirsty. "We're in the living room."As far as I was concerned it was 'startled.