I was drunk so by this point I was feeling less awkward and more able to talk to him without feeling weird. I told him that my night had been ok but I...was too drunk now to go home and I felt the night was young. He asked me how drunk I was, I said pretty smashed. He laughed. He asked if I wanted to come and carry in drinking at his friend Robs house. I didn't know who Rob was so I was cautious but drunk enough to not really care. We walked the half mile to Rob's. It was a war, clear summers. "I don't deserve a husband like you," she added whiningly as she darted from the room so he wouldn't see the tears welling up in her eyes.It was nearly nine that night when Hubert (Hub) Copeland came staggering bleary-eyed into the house after spending hours in a bar belting down straight shots of whiskey with beer chasers. He weaved his way into the lighted kitchen, where Doug was studying. Bracing himself against the table, Hub leaned over in front of Doug and stuck out his chin."Take a poke. The sounds coming out of my mouth are like a squeaking animal. Then she cleans herself off and does Christine doggy style with me still crouching next to her. We share some knowing looks and kisses as Cindy pounds away. Cindy unhooks Christine's bra from behind and frees her pendulous breasts. I play with them as they're hanging down and rocking with Cindy's thrusts. Then Cindy demands that she roll over and they go to missionary and Christine gets several loud orgasms. I think the cock inside. Being between her was so soft and having such a sweet smell of perfume. I thought to myself it doesn't get much better than this, nice young fresh wet pussy, its red hair and her fair skin. Man I was loving every minute of it being those legs and have to say it was better than Heathers. Her pussy being tight, that young soft skin was so attractive to me and made me want hit it hard. I grunted furiously as I pounded and pounded on her and I wanted to give her every fucking bit of cum I could..