She’s a real woman. Tell me that any one of you hasn’t caught yourself staring at her big round booty?”“I’ve never seen her ass...” smirke... the first guy. “I’m usually too busy salivating over her boobs.”“Alright we all admit that Wendy is extremely fuckable,” someone said.“But at the same time, she’s the kind of girl you could take home to meet your parents. Your mom would love her, and your dad would tell you to marry her,” I said.“The problem...” said another guy, joining the conversation. “. But she insisted a lot saying she wanted to talk to me as a friend so I agreed. We fixed up a meeting at a restaurant on CG road, and when I reached, I was amazed to see her in black saree , with little makeup ….we started talking on various topics and had our dinner. She seemed very comfortable in my company and asked me if about my work timings and so on. I replied and she said I am a good painter , and paints modern art. While we were discussing on paintings, she offered me , if I can come. The band had come in and set up and soon started playing. As I watched the people dancing it seemed as though things were beginning to get fuzzy and I knew I had to get out of there and go home before I got to drunk to drive. I started picking up my things when Darrell said, "finish your drink and I'll make sure you get to your car. I have to get going myself." I drank the last two swallows and we started towards the side door where I'd came in. Once outside my legs felt so weak I could barely. She paused just long enough to douche before they went back into the main room. She took glasses out of the cupboard. She had a gallon jar of ice tea. She WAS a Texas girl! This proved it. The only thing that could do more in the way of proof, was, if she had had cold bottles of Coors beer, and it wasn't sold this far east.They drank their tea and talked about home, and being raised within sight of the Llano Escondido, the famous Cap Rock of Texas. Her home was just about 25 miles from it. She.