StumblingFillies

  On a hot summer day, when Ansley can't get out of the city she slips on her chic vintage inspired swimsuit, grabs a bottle of cold liquor, and a few joints and slips up to the rooftop. Soon she's too drunk and high to notice the heat, which only goes up as the horny blond strips. 

  “Dude, thiss juneteennh barbecue is t'riffic!,” your neighbor slurred, her eyes half mast, “Theeze flowers arr sooo preee,” she continued. The “flowers” in her hand was the first time you’d seen her this afternoon without a joint or drink in her hand-that coupled with the pills she’d popped and the acid shed downed, accounted for why she was calling the weeds she’d somehow picked flowers. It also accounted for why her tit had fallen out of her sundress, and she didn’t know or care. But then she seemed to notice, only she pulled her sun dress aside to reveal both boobs.

 Version 1: https://stumblingfillies.blogspot.com/2023/06/daddys-day-cheer-team.html V1 https://stumblingfillies.blogspot.com/2023/06/daddys-day-cheer-team.html Version 2, helped with AI writing: The scene before you was both heartwarming and chaotic. Your step-daughters, in their drunken state, had gotten you the best Father's Day gift. The sight of them in their skimpy cheerleader outfits, stumbling around with excitement, brought a smile to your face. As you sat on the couch surrounded by your scantily clad and intoxicated step-daughters, you couldn't help but feel overwhelmed with love and gratitude, your cock tenting your pants. The four girls were bouncing with excitement, their faces flushed. "Happy daddy day. Wee got speshul sheerleener outfiss ann zzzrunk ann high juzz fer yoo," they slurred, somewhat in unison announcing their gift. You couldn't help but chuckle at their adorable attempts to sound out their words, their enthusiasm shining through despi...

  “Gooond night daddy,” your step daughter slurred as she leaned against your desk. You took her in, her thread bear clothes leaving nothing to the imagination. “Remind me to take you shopping for new pjs tomorrow, Jules. Meanwhile, would you like a nightcap?”, you said half hoping she’d forget and half planning to take her to Victoria's secret.  “Whass wrong wiss my pajamas? i nowe theyre old, bud therre sooo soft ann yoo bodded 'em fer me. Theey never had a hat…” she questions you, stopping as you place one hand on her thigh, and pull open a desk drawer and grab a bottle of bourbon.  “Oh, yoo mean a zzrink.  'course, i wooud love a night cap,” she figured out. You moved your hand and retrieved a glass, before closing the drawer. You poured her a generous glass. She didn’t even question why she was the only one drinking, just picked up the glass and drank the smooth amber liquor. Her niples were pressing firly against the soft tank top, much as your hard cock strain...

  “Shit were zzzrunk, wee canned eeven walk,” Emily slurred to Eiza. “sSi, hic m-mi bella,” Eiza said in spanish, too drunk to think of the words in english. As the sun began to set, casting a warm golden glow across the court yard of the old spanish villa, the two drunk women sat side by side, their laughter floating through the air like delicate butterflies. In that moment, as the cool evening breeze gently kissed their flushed cheeks, they realized that their friendship had become the sanctuary they both yearned for—an unbreakable bond woven into the fabric of their souls, nurtured over countless sunsets and cherished sips of wine.  They gave in, and kissed each other passionately right there in the courtyard of their private villa.