StumblingFillies

  Helping your stepmom's recently divorced friend Bambi move home to Florida from Texas hadn’t been your idea of how to spend spring break. You had imagined sunny beaches, parties and drunk girls. But your stepmom talked you into it, telling you Bambi would pay you well, as Bambi’s ex-husband was a wealthy oil tycoon, now less so as Bambi’s half made her a wealthy woman. Then you met her-total MILF. Bambi was stunning-Big tits, bigger but, curves in the right places, auburn hair, pretty face. And drunk-your kryptonite. Her ex had to be a scummy cheating bastard to divorce this angel.  Even in the early spring, it was hot and humid in Texas. So Bambi wore a blue string bikini and boots as she helped you pack. Mostly you packed and she drank and stumbled and staggered about, telling you what to put in what box and complaining about her ex. It was a lot of work, but fun too. Watching her was so sexy. She was pretty drunk when you finally took off your shirt, after placing a box...

  Pin up at bat The Arizona sun scorched the empty spring training field, casting long shadows across the cracked asphalt of the deserted parking lot. It was Monday, mid-afternoon, and the low 80s felt like a furnace, but Chelsea was thriving in the heat, her spring break spirit fueled by a string of tequila shots from the dive bar down the road. She swayed, her white heels with their delicate ankle bows clicking unevenly against the pavement as she gripped the baseball bat like a lifeline. The bat’s tip scraped the ground as she steadied herself, her denim daisy dukes riding high on her hips, showing off her long, tanned legs. Her white tank top clung to her curves, hugging her firm, young breasts, the thin fabric leaving little to the imagination. Her wavy blonde hair shimmered in the desert sun, a golden cascade that framed her flushed cheeks and glassy, half-lidded eyes, sparkling with a mix of mischief and intoxication. You leaned against the chain-link fence, a few feet away,...