She drew upand screamed, but I jumped on her and covered her mouth. "Hush MEgan. You have teased me too long. I want to see what you've been flaunti...g." I released her and she looked at me. "John? What the hell? You smell like whiskey" I grabbed her ankles and pulled her down on the bed. "I might have had a drink. but now I wanna see more of these tits you were showin through your shirt on Monday" she looked at me and smiled. "So you did like that. that explains why you were look. I had done some 'innocent' playing with friends, kind of experimenting, I guess. One friend tricked me into taking a face full of jizz once. He was jacking off and got me to do it for him, promising he wouldn't shoot on me. He lied, but that is not what this is about.We were at his house partying one night. His mother was a little progressive, I guess. She would rather we got messed up there where it was safe than get busted. She even had a friend of hers over partying with us. He was in his. She was wearing a singlet. When she saw Mary in her lacy jazz pants, she pulled off her singlet and gave it to Mary."Well, you look a lot better than you did last night. Put this on, you're worse than naked in those panties. I might make a pass at you myself, and Frank will be along soon."She grabbed a tee-shirt from the laundry basket and put it on while Mary struggled into the singlet. Mom is a size smaller than me, and in her own panties and Mom's singlet Mary looked like her body had simply. What I could see of the room behind him reinforced my opinion, as it looked like a pigsty. The slob tensed when he saw the badge on my shirt, but kept any rude remarks he may have been contemplating to himself. Stepping out into the hall with us, he asked what we wanted. I remained polite as I asked, ‘Sorry to barge in, but we’re looking for someone. Would you mind telling me your name, please?’ ‘Joshua Baxter, Marshal. Anything else?’ the man replied, responding favorably to my polite.