I lie back and stretch my toes up towards the ceiling as I knead the rich moisturizer into my legs.When I sit back up, I untie my long dark hair and b...ush it until it tumbles in soft glossy waves over my shoulders and back.The alcohol is beginning to exert its soporific effects on me, and I yawn and stretch languidly. I turn off the lights and settle between the cool sheets. My limbs feel enervated and heavy as I relax into the springy firmness of the mattress.I close my eyes and unhurriedly. Donna's eyes widened and she made a whimpering sound but otherwise remained silent as she stared at it. I kicked my pants and shorts off and stepped towards her naked and so ready, Donna turned away and bent lower, her red skirt rode up over her firm ass.I placed my left hand on her bare back and gripped my bobbing cock with my right, using one foot I urged her feet into a wide stance as I guided my cock and dragged the slippery dark bulbous head along her aroused pussy slit, watching as the. He pulled it up, made a loop in it and then dropped it down to her. She slipped the loop over her head and under her arms and had barely gripped it when she felt herself lifted off the ground like she was being pulled up by ten men. She stifled a scream by clapping her hand over her mouth. The vine dug cruelly into her arm pits.A branch appeared beside her feet and she grabbed for the trunk of the tree, grasping it and getting her feet on something solid. She sobbed with relief as the pressure. They began to talk and drink and by 12 he told the bartender "check pl-l-l-l-le-e-a-a-se" in a drunken slur that couldnt be mistaken for anything else. this guy was drunk. realy drunk. drunker than an irishman on st. patricks day. real drunk.well, they both somehow managed to stumble back to his apartment and bega to kiss. they both blacked out as soon as the door shut. the next day they both awoke having hangovers from hell. they took a few tylenol and puked a few times, and went back to.