She was also drunk. "I did okay. The guy left. Itwas cool."Helen looked him in the eye. "You should have given him your number and sohe could ask you ...ut." Ask me out? You're kidding." No, I'm not. If you really want to find out about being a woman, you haveto be with a man."Frankie listened. He shook his head. "I don't want to be with a man. I'mnot gay."Mary giggled drunkenly. "Gay? You're sitting here looking beautifulkissing your wife, Frankie. The two of you will make a great. She started to move her hips a bit, and closed her eyes. She started to arch her back, and then stopped very quickly. I asked her if she was ok, and she smiled and said yes, but that she needed a favor. She didn't want to make a mess, and forgot to get a towel. She asked me if I could grab a towel out of the bathroom for her.I wasn't sure what she meant by a mess, but I got up and grabbed her a towel. She took the towel from me, lifted up her ass, and put the towel underneath. She then turned. He grabbed her breasts and squeezed them hard with one hand as he squeezed her ass with the other. This was getting her so worked up that I could see her pussy – her hungry pussy - was already dripping wet...“I'm gonna fuck da shit outta you, whore!” he said leaning down pulling her face to his.“No one can out-fuck me!” she said, spearing her tongue deep into his unsuspecting mouth.He reached behind her and gabbed her ass with both hands and carried her to the middle of the ring. He laid her. She then knelt up and pulled off her skirt and half pulled her panties down before sitting and pulling them off completely. Her legs were closed but I could still see the patch of hair at the top of her thighs. My socks and shoes were off, but I had to stand up to pull down my trousers and pants. I had got a steaming erection from the sight of those breasts only a foot away, and had trouble getting my lower clothes off. Suddenly they were down and my cock sprang out like a flag pole. ‘Sorry,’.