" Samantha blushed. "You know this party is kind of boring. Would you like to go for a ride?" I don't know Tommy. If you're as drunk as I am you shoul...dn't be driving."He laughed, "I'm fine Sam. Let's blow this joint."The wind whipped through Samantha's hair as they drove in the convertible. She'd never felt so alive. After a while she realized they were headed back to the farm. "Tommy it's going to be too cold at the farm," she hollered over the wind noise."Relax, I have a key to the. It was no longer quite in the death grip I had put on it earlier. Blood flowed back to the head, and my fingers ached less.Candy didn’t say anything yet. She kept looking at me with that poker face. But now I could see something else in her eyes—now that I was looking at them. It was almost as if she were trying to decide if I were trustworthy.I blinked. My eyes hurt. I had been staring. I didn’t know what to think, so I kept my mouth shut and tried appearing as helpless and at her mercy as I. .” she slid down in the bed.I was very rewarded. Kissed just before my own slumber, tasting myself on her lips.We made it through another night with no particular goal nor itinerary. I think that’s part of the magic in our lifestyle. Our affections flow as freely as the hours we spend together.When we woke, though, it seems like we all had the same goal in mind – the home marina. We made short work of getting under way and just after noon we loaded up in the car and drove home. There’s. "Mm," she mumbled. "I think I need some help. I think I drank too much whiskey and my legs don't want to do what I tell them to do," she said in the typically slurred and thick voice of a drunken person.Although I was excited at finding her like this, my initial reaction of surprise and fear for her hadn't quite left me, so I wasn't yet aroused. I was trying to get my wits about me."Okay. Okay. Get a grip on my shoulders and I'll help you in bed," I told her."I peed my panties. I couldn't get.