He introduced himself as Gregory. Just the name alone started to soak my very tight hole. We flirted for a while, me acting like an easy fuck before...I told him I had to get back to my friends. I licked my lips very slowly before I turned away and made my way back to my friends. I needed him deep inside me so bad I was willing to do whatever it takes to make it happen. A half hour rolled by and I had become extremely drunk. By now the combination of alcohol and my horniness made me a woman. Guess I amreally a Blair.As it turned out the Chantelles still fit and felt the best. Maybe I amspoiled but one thing I have definitely learned over the past few weeks,there may be nothing as annoying as an uncomfortable bra. Women complainabout girdles or pantyhose or heels but they are a walk in the park nextto a poorly fitting bra. I ended with 5 in total, 2 beige, black, pink,and the red lace one I had first tried on. Must have been feeling a littlesilly because I opted for the matching hip. I pulled myself off Max with a jerk- which was a little painful in itself, but the emptiness left behind felt worse. But, I didn’t have the time to think about that. I was busy trying to gather my clothes and leave with as much dignity as I possibly could in the given situation. The blonde stood still following my movements with her eyes. Max stood still observing the blonde with bloodshot eyes. I got dressed as quickly as I could and noisily opened the door to leave. I think that was the first. ”“Polk, I don’t suppose you knew about Mr. Merle, did you?”“Has Merle passed-on, Joss?” He sucked a quick breath in when he asked.“Yes, he passed-on before I got back. They told me he passed about a month or so after I left. He and I had made a pact before I left, that I’d come back and run his spread and be the head of the family. Polk, I got to tell you before you find out from someone else, your daughter and both your granddaughters are less then three months away from having my.