StumblingFillies

  12:39pm 6/20/22: Stacy needed a breather. So she staggered, sipping champagne from a bottle she grabbed, out of the ball room in the old Texas Cotton Plantation mansion into the hall. Unlike the ballroom she’d just left, which tonight was hosting a great Juneneinth celebration that was more like a bacchanal-nightclub than any 1860’s summer ball, the hall retained its 19th century appearance. Her drunken wandering eventually brought her to a bench. She took a long drink of the cool champagne, before she sat the bottle carefully on the bench, and drunkenly sat herself down on the bench to the right and in front of it. Stacey pondered her own appearance, as she adjusted her black thigh high stockings. Her simi-transparent blouse had plenty of stars on it to symbolize freedom, and as a strong feminist, she wore no bra leaving her big, natural 36 D tits free to sway freely with the music. And sway tonight they had, for Stacy loved to dance, loved to drink, and on a hot, sticky Texas ...

       A repost of mine from bb.      He wasn't really her father. Kiko didn't even know her biological father. This man was a father figure to her, though. He took her on lots of trips; he gave her a place to live; he bought her everything she needed or wanted, and lots of gifts too. Kiko called him daddy, and he loved it; he loved her. He loved to show her off, he loved to get off with her. She was his Sugar Baby, he was her Sugar Daddy.      So for father's day, it was only right for her to dress up in a white crop t-shirt with "Yes Daddy" written on it. He also loved it when she got high and drunk. So before she left to meet him for brunch, she lit a joint and smoked it. And poured a glass of wine. By the time the joint was gone, so was most of the bottle of wine. Kiko felt FINE, a bit high and a bit drunk. Perfect to meet her Sugar Daddy. But, it was too early to leave for the restaurant. And weed and alcohol mad...

  “Happy daddy day.  Wee got speshul sheerleener outfiss ann zzzrunk ann high juzz fer yoo,” they slurred, somewhat in unison.  “You girls are the best daughters,” you tell your step-daughters.