Not being a drinker I was having a great time watching my friends get pretty stupidly drunk. They were hitting on girls at the party, some were being ...urned down, some were actually finding dancing partners and I was pretty much just chatting up this one girl, nothing serious, but if nothing else worked out, she might get lucky.It was a house party so there was only so far you could go, didn't want to be invading anyone's Moms room. So my friends and had pretty much become stationary at the. ” Connor now stood there with his eyes pointed directly on my wife’s chest as she began to raise up her shirt in front of him. My wife’s 38dd tits are quite spectacular, and he now reached out with both hands and began to gently touch each of them. Connor’s cock now protruded outward by several inches from his shorts and my wife ran her hand down over the front of his shorts. His body began to tremble, and Ann now slid her hand down into his shorts. She gently massaged the shaft of his cock. It was early in the morning and he was nowhere near prepared for her assault on his mind. Molly turned to the side and faced her school bag which was on the floor and bent over to pick it up, giving him a partial view of her pink cotton panties which seemed a little more transparent than usual for that type of ‘plain’ underwear. The problem here was that neither of them realised what was going on. Molly had not realised she had subconsciously given her brother a morning view and Ryan had not. The story I recognized as Shakespearean, but in a modern context. Less than two hours later, we headed home, having received a text:“We are sorry we dropped in! We will call from now on, Lovya Both!!!”“Maybe our mothers can be trained,” Mel said. “Are we still planning on eloping to Vincennes?”“Does your father still have loaded guns in the house?” I asked in return.She giggled, and answered, “Probably, but don’t be so worried about that ... He would give you a running start!”“Ha-Ha!” I said..