I would even think about buying the alcohol so he would get drunk, pass out and I could enjoy my own liquids. But I didn't want him to think I knew h... was doing it.This went on for about 6 months, until things really changed.I came home from the bar, tipsy and aroused. I was so looking forward to my secret erotic pleasure. Sure enough, I saw the bottles in the trash can and went upstairs to enjoy my prize.I peeked in to his room to see him sleeping in his bed. I went to my room, stripped. I ment it would be difficult for any tipsey guys to get to her pussy or ass. I gave her a kiss on the cheek and said I love it. Well Saturday came and she dressed and left. She said she was told the party would be over at midnight and she could leave then. So I figured she'd be home around one AM. Well at two thirty I was worried , then I heard the garage door going up and I saw her headlights. I went to the kitchen door to meet her. She came in looking exhausted, her hair was a mess and she. I'm dressed for work and still tired as hell. She reached out her hand to help him up."Show me to the bedroom, and don't get any ideas, we are just sleeping!" she told him.They both got into the fresh bed, with their clothes on, and held each other. Joel set the kitchen timer for 3 hours and they fell asleep talking to each other.At almost 6 the timer beeped and roused the both of them. Ellaynne rolled to him and kissed him."I have to freshen up and get to work. Walk down and see me later.. Her heart thumped at the sight as she felt a deep release of whatever chemical was responsible for heightening her arousal. Her tongue traced the edge of her knickers, teasing underneath the elastic, probing her lips and tasting the sweet juice of her hot pussy. Lauren realised how much she had missed the taste, the delightful way it always coated her tongue, covered her fingers and managed to smear all over her face. The thickness of Emma had been an incredible moment, her sweet taste.