StumblingFillies

  Part 1 Part 2: In the sun light of the car, as her huge boobs stretched the fabric of her dress, he could make out her dark brown areolas. As he started the car, Chris youngs “getting you home” played. Even in her pickled state, she reconized the song, and began to sing a long, “Alll i c'n thing 'bout, is geddin' yoo home walkin' through the fronn door seein' my black zzrezz hit the floor uh honey therre surrre ai'nn nothin' liyke yoo lovin' me alll night long ann alll i c'n thing 'bout is geddin' yoo home,” as she finished her wine.  He quickly put the car in gear and burned rubber towards home.

  “Thiss'zz my valennine, Ace rosè,” Jessica slurred, planting a sloppy kiss on the bottle of expensive champagne she clutched in her hand. The night club was having a Valentines singles party, and the liquor was flowing. Jessica stumbled into the crowded nightclub, her heart racing with excitement. She had been looking forward to the Valentines singles party all week, and now that she was finally here, she couldn't wait to let loose and have some fun.   The DJ was spinning upbeat dance music, and the dance floor was packed with people laughing and dancing without a care in the world. She clutched the large bottle in her hand, and brought it to her lips, feeling the bubbles tickle her nose as she took more than a sip. After, She raised the bottle in a toast to herself, feeling a rush of happiness and confidence wash over her. Suddenly, a tall, handsome stranger appeared at her side, his eyes sparkling with interest. "Hey, you look like you could use a dance partner,"...

  “I c'n nod stell a lie.  I'm zzzrunk on sherry liquor,” she slurred, holding the mostly empty bottle in her had as she sat swaying. Her big cherries giggled under her thin shirt and her big brown eyes sparkled with mischief as she giggled uncontrollably. You couldn't help but chuckle at her antics.   “So I see Miss President Washington,” you teased, picking up on her reference to the quote attributed to the first American president. Despite her inebriated state, Laylaa grinned at you, her cherry-red lips pulling into a wide smile. You watched, captivated by her drunken beauty, as she opened and drank the rest of the liquor before tossing the empty bottle aside. “Ann i've zzrank the whole boll,” she announced before asking “I'm nod in trouble am i?” “No sweety, you know I love it when you get drunk. Its presidents day, lets have some fun,” you tell her, as you grab her and kiss her, her lips tasting sweet of cherrys.

  Marcey was ready for the superbowl. She might not be playing, but that just meant she could get wasted. Just like she did back in her playing days, https://girlsgettingwasted.blogspot.com/2022/11/the-footballer.html?q=foot only even more so.

  “Oh heyyyy cousin,” your cousin slurred, as she swayed in the tropical breeze. “Hey Claduia,” you said lamely to your cousin. It was pretty obvious she was drunk. And oh so hot.  She stumbled, and grabbed onto you to keep from falling. “whoops.  Doan stell my parenns, bud i may be a bit titsy,” she requested. “Your 18 right Claudia?,” you asked, knowing she was. Still holding onto you, she answered, “Yes, juzz had my birthday lazz december.” “That's what I thought. It’s legal here for you to drink. So drink all you want,” you told her honestly. “Ssangs cuz.  Y'know, i never noticed yoo were sooo hannsome before,” she said rubbing your chest. “Thanks Claudia. You know you're smoking hot,” you told her. “Speakin' uhf smokin'.  Yoo got any weed,” she asked. “Yah, up in my room,” you said. “Less gow,” she said pulling on your arm. “Ok, ok. I’ll cost you though,” you tell her. “Oh, im surrre i c'n fine a way t' play yoo.  I ged really horney wenn im zzzrunk.” ...