Being drunk, I slipped my hand over her shoulder and inside her bathrobe, and found one of her perky little tits. She was definitely shocked! But she ...asn't annoyed. She just sat up until my hand was no longer resting on her small hard breast. I distinctly remember her saying something like, "we shouldn't do this". Her and my girlfriend were very close. And she could have come home at any moment. But being rather tipsy I persisted and pushed open her bathrobe, revealing these two pointy little. The music was loud, and upon entry, our gorgeous hostess shouted to us about a bunch of rooms in the basement with all the contraband one might need. I took this to mean drugs, so I intended to stay upstairs for the majority of the buildup to midnight. I lost Chaz fairly early on as he knew quite a few of the party goers. So it was easy for me to follow when, around 11, our dark haired beauty of a hostess coaxed me down to the basement for, in her words, “refreshments.” Little did I know. . “Even if it were just a one-night stand?”“Yes. Even if it were a one-night stand.” I was a little giddy as I waited for John’s skeptical response to his mother admitting that she would actually have an affair with a younger man. His response was nothing that I would have expected.John sounded like he was breathing a little heavier. “John, are you...?” I didn’t finish my question.“Maybe.”“Oh my god, John. You are crazy. What did I say to get you all excited?”“Just thinking about you going out. They actually assert no more control than the knowledge that you're supposed to stop at a stop light at three in the morning when there's no other car in sight.Maybe even less.Now. Add in a years-long fantasy, something she loved the idea of, and was angry about because she couldn't have it, and you end up with a girl who makes foolish decisions.I'm not saying it was all her fault. We could talk about the male's part in the whole thing. But with the vast majority of all biological, living.