Amazing what can happen with two women and one bottle of tequila! Everyone was vintage in the story, all over eighteen Be nice, its totally fabricated fantasy. All similarities to anyone are completely ridiculous.
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The bottle had started out the evening full, seal unbroken. By two am, the two girls had drunk about half the tequila. They didn't drink regularly, so both Barbra and Janice were pretty smashed. Barb's boyfriend had quit drinking after the first sunrise, tequila sunrise that is. Allen drove a big rig, if he ever tested positive for alcohol, his job would be gone.
The two young women were under no such compunction. They sat at the small kitchen table talking about men's genitals. They were discussing men's dicks. Allen was watching a rerun of some sports show, ten feet away in the living room of the double wide they owned. He was amazed at what he heard.
"I'm telling you Barb, this delivery driver was exiting the damn bafroom... I mean bathroom," Janice had a huge strawberry birthmark on her forehead, when combined with a pretty severe case of acne from her teen years... Well her face was not ...pretty. Unless you knew her, and she was a very nice young woman, you would probably never chase her for a date. "He had his ding a ling hangin' out there, he was just puttin' it away, right there in fron' of me! It was BIG. I wanna to touch it, but he ran out the door right after he paid the bill." She giggled, drunkenly.
"I bet it's not as nize as Allen's." Barbra was slurring her words. "Allen, come in here, and bring your big meat with you!" She was loud, and a lot drunker than she thought. "Come on Honey, bring your cute ass too!"
"What's the magic word?" Allen asked.
"Right the fuck now!" She giggled too. "Come on Babe, I wanna show off your goods. Pleeeeeease? Janice has never seen Mr Happy."
"You're drunk." Allen said. He walked up next to his girlfriend and she ran her hands up and down his body.
"Yeah? So? Let me show her! I'll make it worth your Willie!" More giggling. "I mean while." She was trying to undo his belt, as Janice looked on his groin with great interest. Barbra was having a bit of a hard time with his top button and his pants zipper.
"Wait, don't I have a choice in this little show-and-tell?" Allen asked.
"No, you don't. Tell you what, I'll blow you after you show Janice your little prick, I'll suck you, and I'll swallow!" This caught his attention, she was a spitter, not a swallower.
"Tell you what, if both of you girls show me your big tits, no bra and no shirt, I'll show you my dick." Allen was hoping.
"What if we do'wanna?" Asked Janice.
"No big tits, no big dick."
"I can't show him." She whispered loudly and drunkenly to Barbra.
"Why the hell not? You got bigger tits than mine, you bitch! What are they, 44 DD? Mine are only 42 D cup, you suck."
"I'm still milking Barb. It's been three months since I weaned the baby, I'm a fucking cow still. The nurse hooked me up with a couple, they got twins, she can't make milk. They pay me to nurse the babies, or pump and bottle my milk. They pay me a hundred a day to make milk. So I can't show Allen My tits. I'm lactating right now!
"Is your ex paying his child support? You shouldn't have to be a cow to make a living."