"How can I show you my panties if I'm not naked?" she asked, sounding genuinely confused."You can show them to me later," I said. "Go to sleep. You're...drunk."Her head rolled back. "Not drunk," she said softly."I know." Don't go," she said."You need to sleep," I told her."Not alone," she mumbled. "Tired of alone."Had I not drunk any brandy, I'd have left. I'm not saying I was drunk, by any stretch of the imagination, and I'm not blaming it on the booze. It's just that, in my current mental. We used to hang out everywhere we can, we had our own little secrets hidden from each other since we didn’t talk about sex at first. Before when we used to hang out, I always had the fantasy of seeing my best friend naked.. because of her boobs were really firm and big. I didn’t know the size of them back then. I’ll tell you guys about my best slut’s figure later. Who doesn’t like to be teased?I always had the fantasy of seeing her boobs, and her pussy. I always had some view of the cleavage as. "She was right and I knew it, but it still hurt that she was so damned honest about it.And then it was over. Mary received a scholarship to UCLA, but before she left for California she wanted one last night with me. Her parents were gone for the weekend and she asked me to stop by her house at eight. I got there to find Mary in the middle of a gangbang. She had seven guys there and as I watched they all took turns on her for three hours and that doesn't count what happened before I got there.. Actually i ordered Levis underwear. when i returned home in the evening she gave me coffee and and asked smilingly what and all you order from online..? i asked why..? so she replayed your underwear as been come. I was like mom did you opened it…? she said yes and smiled again. I was like mom why you open all my parcel..?she told i am your mom and i should aware what you buy from online and what you do with things. i said ok and she gave the parcel to me. I went to my room and was trying new.