“She’s hammered.”“Oh my god, I know. I thought I had a drinking problem…”“We can discuss that later. Is she alright?”“Yeah she’s f...ne, Dad, geez I wouldn’t let her get too fucked up.”“How much did you guys drink?”“Lost count after some guys bought us tequila shots. I guess we’re both kind of lightweights, but I stopped after a while. Alex kept going. And going.”“I see that.”“Don’t worry. She’s still good to go.”“What?”Claire winked at me and joined her little friend on the couch. Claire jumped. My heart was racing, and my cock was still rock-hard; it just wouldn’t go down! What do they want? Oh no, maybe they know I’ve been jerking off like this. I waited several minutes for my cock to go soft before walking upstairs into the living room. My parents were sitting on the couch as I came into the room. Mom was wearing a pair of denim shorts and a tube top that caused her breasts to bulge out at the top. “Honey” My mom began, “Your father and I are going to go to New York on vacation for. The heady rush of dopamine and serotonin made her swoon a bit and it took every ounce of her self control to back off and allow him to finish his Camel. Nearby, Johns truck was parked in a busy, well-lit section of the parking lot. Quite inconvenient for any sort of illicit meeting, Cadee observed. You might want to move your truck to a spot in the back. Somewhere more&hellip, private, she giggled. John caught the hint and followed her advice. The cab of his pickup was roomy and, within a few. While washing my hands, I decided to intently stare at her breasts. I did so for about 20 seconds, until disha looked at me suddenly. I immediately turned my head away and prayed that she did not notice me ogling at her breasts. She called me out and asked me to sit next to her. Just when I thought I was screwed and she was going to tell my mom about my “sight-seeing”, she asked me about my education and how it was going. My mom told disha that I did not study very well during my tenth standard.