StumblingFillies

  https://girlsgettingwasted.blogspot.com/2023/11/are-you-trying-to-get-me-drunk.html Even as you spoke, she consumed half the glass of wine, and then closed her eyes and playfully stuck her tongue out.  “I c'n be silly (hic) iff i wanna,” she tells you, before drinking the rest of her glass. “That you can be. But don’t say I’m trying to get you drunk.” you say as you refill her glass. “You don’t have to drink that-I'm not making you” you tell her, pointing to her refilled glass. “Bud, iss soo (hic) gooond.  I canned (hic) waizz it,” she says before beginning to drink it. She stops midway and adds, “Yoo may nod (hic) be stryin' t' ged me (hic) zzzrunk, bud i (hic) thing i will be (hic) soon,” and resumes drinking the wine in her glass.  “What makes you say that? I you ask me youre barely tipsy” you ask, as you refill her glass, emptying the bottle. “Thiss'zz (hic) my sevennh glazz (hic) uhf wine?,” she noted as she drank it. “ann (hic)how many cockt(hic)ails did i h...

  Melissa was still a bit drunk and high when she met Alexis for breakfast before going shopping. “I see i wuzzin the only won t' over innulge on thanksgivin,” Alexis greeted her.  “Yah.  My boyfrienn hadda worg, sooo i spenn the day smokin' ann zzzrinkin'.  Ann wenn he got home, welll he kepped me smokin' a zzzrinkin' azz wee played wiss eash ozzer,” Melissa told her friend.  “Yoo gow girl! wee had gueszz, sooo i coud't really led loose till theey left, bud i wuzzin verry sober wenn theey left,” Alexis explained.  “Lemme guess: once theey left yoo got wayssed?,”Melissa asked. “Damn ride.  Hell, im ssill zzzrunk ann high,” the redhead Alexis admitted as she stumbled. “Same,” Melissa told her friend and then added, “Less ged summ breakfazz.” Instead of a restaurant, they went to a cafe. It specializes in edibles and drinks, the girls couldn’t resist the bloody mary and mimosas, or a couple of pot muffins.  They left the cafe feeling fine. They need...

  ”Oh, high. Ihwuzz juzz gonna havve summ pie,” your girlfriend Melissa slurred, a smoldering bong and fresh glass of wine on the counter to accompany the pie. “Yoo wann summ,” she asked. Unfortunately you’d had to work and she had no family in the area, so she’d been on her own. Clearly she’d been well occupied. Words were slow to find, as the underwear clad woman swayed before you, clearly drunk and high. Too drunk and high to notice the delay before you said, “sure.” Your words did make it through her alcohol flooded and weed fogged brain.  “'kay.  Doan shay anythin', bud im kinna wayssed.  Sooo i may mayke a mezz,” she told you.  “Don’t worry, It’ll be a hot mess,” you told her honestly. “I am a hod mezz, are'nn i,” she cheekily said back.  “I'm thankful for that,” you say, walking over to her and kissing her. Her full lips tasted sweet with alcohol and weed. “What are you thankful for Melissa?” “Yoo.  Wine.  Weed.  100 poszz ...

  ”Thiss will be my lazz marrtini,” Emily slurred, before taking another gulp of her martini. You couldn’t believe your good fortune-stranded at an isolated resort with the beautiful model, who BEFORE dinner had gotten wasted on martinis.  “Ok, Em,” you told your companion, silently thinking, “but not your last drink.”  As if on cue, the waiter brought dinner-steak and potatoes, and cabernet. Quickly Emily finished her martini, and took a large sip of her wine. “Ummmm, i'm a carnivore. I really liyke t' eat meed, ann i love a ssrong caberned,” she declared once the waiter left, leaving the bottle. You watched in awe as the drunk model cut and began to eat her stake. With each drunken movement, her gorgeous tits jiggling under the thin fabric of her black dress. You almost expected them to pop out, but they didn't. With each bite of food, Emily would wash it down with a gulp of wine.  You wondered what the night might yet bring.

  “Yes, dear i am zzzrunk”, She told her husband over the phone. "I may havve had too many scosh ann sevenups." “Nooo, i did't dribe zzrunk frum the counnry club, Henry,” she told her husband Henry.  “Nooo, it wasnn Harry. Orr al franklin. Nooo, it wuz ower neighbor Sylvia Jaffe whoo drome.” What she neglected to tell her husband Henry, was Sylvia was drunker than her, and eating her pussy.  “Nooo, Milt's away fer the week ad a gynecologizz conf'rence in Chicago,” She explained to Henry adding when prompted, “The kids? therre wiss my mozzer.” Finally, she ended the call, “Ok, dear, love yoo too.” Before she could put the phone down, Sylvia kicked off her heels and pulled off her dress and resumed eating out Lorraine. She put the phone down. Sylvia asked, “He suspeckt anythin' Lorraine?” ”Hubby donn suspeckt a thin'” Lorraine answered Sylvia. “Gooond, cause i ged horrnny wenn i ged loaded, ann tonight i wann yoo,” Sylivia said as Lorraine pulled out her s...

Please let me know if this displats odd-I was having trouble and not sure how to correct. Original concept: https://girlsgettingwasted.blogspot.com/2022/07/the-420-topless-society.html Part 1: https://stumblingfillies.blogspot.com/2022/11/the-420-topless-society-moondust.html      With amazement, you watched as the three intoxicated beauties drank your moonshine, almost expecting them to pass out at any moment. Yet, to your great pleasure, they just kept a-drinking and a-smoking. Your cock, which had been heard since you first saw Tiddy Cats enormous bare breasts, was now uncomfortably hard within your jeans. You shifted, only making a massive tent. You figured the ladies were far too intoxicated to notice.       You figured wrong-Moondust noticed, her bloodshot and glassy eyes widening. “Lemme helb,” and began trying to undo your belt. Fearing you’d cum your pants, you instead helped her, letting your hard on spring free. “I havve missed thiss big fel...