Capt. Dunsels is at this link: Dunsels Work One I really like is this single image, and I was able to extend it some. Before Marty could respond, but who should appear. Not Santa, but Aubrey's mother, and in a purple strapless dress. Aubrey, pooh, thass nod wine in yer glass? Nooo mom Audrey said drinking her glass to hide the evidence. You know, Liz, maybe we should let Aubrey drink. Whad? Nooo! Whad? Yezz! Hear me out, Liz. If we let Aubrey drink tonight at the party, she can see what it's like and learn how to drink responsibly, where we know she'll be safe and no one will take advantage of her. Yah, mom. Liyke uncle Matty says. Heyyyy liz, yoo godda sry thiss mepperpint sshnapps. oh heyyyy aubrey, maddhew. Yoo shud sry it too! Sammy, nooo, Aubrey is only eighddeen! Sammy had already poured a large measure in Aubrey's glass, her dress green velvet, with a high slit up each side that made underware impossible. Shes ann adult...
Jane found her fathers business cocktail party a bore. The only redeeming things in her mind was her sexy new black dress, and the abundance of cocktails to drink. Jane was a bit tipsy when she excluded herself to use the restroom, “Esscuuse me, i'm juzz gonna gow powder my nose. I'll be ride back.” No one noticed or cared. Except for Brad, the 18 year old, small for his age son of Jane’s dad’s associate. Too young to drink, he was not part of the party, and supposed to stay in his room. Of course, Brad didn’t stay in his room-he snuck down stairs to watch the sexy women get drunk. He was especially drawn to Jane-The closest to his own age, and drinking the most, Brad quickly focused his attention to Jane. Knowing the only bathroom was up stairs, he quickly moved so he could watch her. Brad expected her to stumble her way to the stairs, but instead, she went to the coat closet and grabbed what looked like a compact from her purse. Then she made her way unsteadily ...
https://stumblingfillies.blogspot.com/2024/02/doctors-office.html Jules, her senses swimming in a haze of rum and laudanum, felt the world tilt and sway as she straddled the doctor’s lap. Her fingers, clumsy from intoxication, fumbled with the fabric of her undergarments, but the doctor’s steady hands guided her, peeling away the last of her clothing with a practiced ease. The cool air of the office kissed her bare skin, sending a shiver through her that mingled with the warm, pulsing heat in her core. She giggled, a soft, breathy sound, as she caught her reflection in the nearby mirror—her cheeks flushed a deep rose, her brown hair tumbling loose from its pins, framing her face in wild waves. “Easy now, Jules,” the doctor murmured, his voice low and soothing, though there was an edge of hunger in it that made her pulse quicken. His hands settled on her hips, steadying her as she swayed atop him. His cock, hard and ready, pressed against her inner thigh, and she let out a small, ...
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