"Come, Mary. We both need one."The second whiskey sour made her tongue slur. I never planned on getting her drunk, but she sure needed it. She is a wh...te wine woman, normally. The typical chardonnay aficionado. It doesn't taint your teeth, you know.I hugged my scotch and listened. She gushed by now. This Phil was worse than even I suspected. Mary already had a crush on him in high school. She had never been able to shake it, although she had had a million good reasons.I supposed that Irene must. This is about a true incident which happened while I was doing my Bachelor’s. I used to visit her place frequently after college as I do not like to be alone at my home. My parents used to come at night after work so I used to spend time at her home.She is fair, slim around 5’6″ in height having pointed boobs and sexy hip. She was also studying in some college and was around 18 whenever I get a chance I used to stare at her boobs and ass when she wears short top. One fine day I was using the. “I want to know. Touch yourself.” Stacy did as I asked, apparently still enjoying being a bad girl. She slide her hand up under her skirt. When she withdrew it again her middle finger was wet. “Yep,” she smiled. I looked at her sternly. “Good. Just don’t cream on my seat.” Stacy hit my shoulder. “Fuck you,” she cried. I smiled and started the car. Pulling up outside my house we got out. The street was quiet and we weren’t worried about being seen. I walked to my front door but before. .......“Lucky bastard, I bet he's paid for them, must be hookers!”. I felt Gina tense at the last comment, so I just whispered up to her, “Turn round slowly, let him see your t-shirt”. Gina turned to face the voice, breathed in to show her 42DD's at full effect and purred, “Sorry boys, not hookers. Check the t-shirt, I just got engaged to this dishy hunk!”. Gina turned back and we heard from behind, “HOLY SHIT!!. Did you get a look at those tits!. And she's going to marry a little bloke like.