Weeks turned into months before Tanya would unknowingly give me another chance at her juicy brown buns and tasty pussy. It always seemed that on the nights she came home drunk or high her brother didn't get a call to go into work, or if he did, it was on the nights she had come home sober. I knew she was a heavy sleeper, but I never wanted do take chance of touching her unless she was drunk or high and passed out. I could probably have felt her up a little, but had already gone way past that. I wanted to lick her pussy and suck her tits. I wanted to sink my cock deep into her fat black cunt.
After about four months of regular Friday night visits to my black friend's house, I was thinking of ways to drug her, but I got lucky. Jack had just left when his sister came staggering in. She walked right past me as if I wasn't there. She was high as a kite.
That was fine with me as I noted the tight long dress she was wearing with the buttons going down from the back of her neck all the way down to the hem. Thin material that was a little clingy, I guessed it was made of rayon material. Her butt looked fantastic in it as it swayed back and forth as she made her way up the stairs heading for her room.
I then listened to her moving around upstairs. If she were only slightly high she would take a shower before going to bed. If she were blitzed, she would pass out on the bed.
I knew her routine pretty well from listening all those nights while Jack and I played cards or watched TV. I didn't hear any running water and that meant she had gone straight to sleep. After about 20 minutes I silently went upstairs.
Standing in the hallway I could see her door was slightly open. When I peered into her bedroom, I saw her sitting in a big chair and it startled me at first. I thought I was busted. One second turned into two, then five and I finally got the nerve to really look at her. Eyes closed, mouth hung open, lying back in the chair with her arms hanging over the arms of the chair, one shoe off. She had been so high that never made it to the bed and had passed out right there.
I walked in and surveyed the situation. Lying back like that in her long tight dress, sitting on the buttons that ran up her back, I knew I couldn't get at the sweet chocolate goodies in her panties, for now. Still, her 34b titties could receive some attention through the front of her dress. (I knew her tit size since I had checked out her hamper on a few occasions over the weeks).
I leaned over and gave her shoulder a slight shake, telling her she had a phone call. Then a firmer shake. Nothing. Good. Whatever her drug of choice was that night, it had done its job for me. I was going to have fun with this unconscious, drugged black babe tonight.
My hand drifted down and I cupped one tit and then brought my other hand in to squeeze the other. Soon I could feel her nipples harden under my manipulation. I tested the weight of each tit as she sat there. While playing with her breasts, I looked over at her bed. Her two pillows and big teddy bear gave me an idea.