So before getting into the good stuff, let me just give you a short "how did we get here?"A good friend of mine and I used to have what we called "dru...k Tuesdays." Basically it was our way of making a simple "weekend style drinking" acceptable for a Tuesday. Yep, we all have our excuses. Our goal on drunk Tuesday was to get shitfaced drunk and whatever happens on drunk Tuesday stays with drunk Tuesday.So here we go: It was just another drunk Tuesday, and my friend (who I should mention has. He spread my legs and started kissing and licking my pussy. I could feel him but could do nothing. Then he lifted my legs again and move them onto the center of the bed. He pushed my body up toward the top of the bed. I could then see him undoing his belt. He moved my legs apart and got between them. He kissed me and told me how beautiful I was. I could feel his hand playing with my pussy and he held himself above me. Then I felt his cock rubbing up and down my pussy. Then I felt him push into. Janice undid the chain and invited us in. Her outfit was also striking. A black spaghetti strap camisole stretched tight across her big, braless breasts, its bottom fluttering well above her navel. Through her see-through camisole I admired two hardening nipples. Below she wore nothing but a tiny pair of black panties with side-ties. "Marna, you look delicious!" she said, looking at my naked 34Ds and the waist-fluttering miniskirt. "Who's this with you?" "He's Coke, an old friend between. "I'd love to go to the party with you. I mean, if you still want me to. Unless you've already asked someone else..."Jack laughed."What?" Suzanne asked."I haven't asked anyone else. There's nobody else I'd rather be with." Really?" Suzanne said. "I'm so glad." Me too, honey."They spent a few minutes discussing the party. Then Suzanne said, "Alright, well, I'll let you go back to sleep." I told you, I'm in bed, but I wasn't sleeping, just thinking," said Jack."What were you thinking about?" You.".