StumblingFillies

  It was your first Thanksgiving with your wife at the old Inn you’d bought to fix up and run. Unfortunately, it still needed a lot of fixup before it could host guests. Your finances were also strapped, so traveling home was out of question. So it was just the two of you. That didn’t stop Cindy from going all out for dinner. Turkey, potatoes, yams, corn, the works. At 2pm on the dot, Cindy called out to you, “Dinner is ready, Honney.” When you entered the dining room, you saw an impressive spread, worthy of a rockwell painting. You walked over to and kissed your wife. Her mouth tasted of wine. Outwardly, she appeared sober, but knowing your wife, she was probably on the verge of tipsy.  By desert, your wife was very obviously drunk. She’d spilled wine on her shirt, so she’d taken it off. Not wearing a bra, your wife was topless. “You are amazing, babe. Absolutely wonderful meal,” you complimented your wife.  “Ssangs, honney.  Juzz wait fer desserd. I made a fr...

  Dixie is an expert turkey hunter. Her secret? Wild Turkey Bourbon. She sets out a dish full with about half a bottle. Then she retreats to the blind with the rest. There she waits. As she waits, she sips the rest of the bourbon. About the time she's blind drunk, so are the turkeys. This year, she was nude and in the bag, when she bagged her first turkey, without firing a shot. Which is probably good, as she was far too drunk to shoot. Here she is when you found her: ”I bagged us a turkey, hun,” Dixie slurred. “Nice bird. You're pretty bagged yourself,” you tell her as she staggers towards you. You take her rifle and lean it against the tree. “Yah, wild turkey bourbum is the bezz,” she explains as you then take the turkey from her, as she falls to her knees. Despite her blurred vision, and clumsy fingers, she undoes your pants. “Mmm, i got me summ cock!” she remarks as your hard member springs free. She begins to suck. _____ Dixie is also a master chef. Again, her secret is bo...

  “Happy Vet(hic)erans day," she hiccuped, as she swayed drunkenly before her soldier. A joint dangled from her lips, and a bottle of booze in her hand as she soluted him accompanied her sexy outfit. This blog contains nudity, adult themes and sexual situations that is intended for mature adults and is pure fantasy . It contains works of fiction and artwork, and does not condone drug use , huge breasts, or unprotected sex - all of which can be harmful in real life.

  “Vote erly, vote wayssed,” slurred Ireland Baldwin as she stood by the pool, topless save two voting stickers as pasties. The blond staggered, and then picked up the bottle of Malibu. She started to take a drink, only to realize it wasn’t open. "Ops, the bollz nod open.  Mayke surrre yoo ged t' the poles whale there open,” she advised as she opened the bottle with clumsy hands. After a long drink, she placed the bottle down and grabbed the bong. She took a long drag. She sat the bong down, before raising her arms above her head, holding the smoke in. Then she let out the smoke. “Woh-wo, Im sooo wayssed. Iss the bezz way t' vote,” she slurred. She stood swaying, enjoying her growing intoxication. Then she lit a joint, and grabbed the bottle. ”Few vote wayssed, iss bezz t' vote erly, before youre too wayssed,” she added, before taking another drink. This blog contains nudity, adult themes and sexual situations that is intended for mature adults and is pure fantasy . It...

Here is the expansion I teased in the comments Ive made for Stanmaps' The 420 topless Society https://girlsgettingwasted.blogspot.com/2022/07/the-420-topless-society.html Moondust Before your new found friend could respond, you came upon a girl on a blanket. It's your friend Moondust. She’s not as stacked as some of the women, but she's still blessed. What she lacks, she more than makes up for in her intoxication. She’s got a joint between her lips, a lit bong in front of her, and a good supply of weed, wine, beer. She's got lots of peaches to eat. As you stand before her, you know your friend is wasted; high and drunk. So much so, you're not sure how she keeps from falling over. Yet, she didn’t. Moondust through and through. Before you could break through the fog of Moondusts fried and pickled brain, two things happened. First, your busty blond guide bent down to pick up one of Moondusts weed-beers. Only she fell down in a heap of giggles and jiggling tits. This go...