He only put 10 percent orange juice in them and the rest vodka. The drinks he made for him and Brian were straight orange juice.Before they knew it, t...he girls were very intoxicated. Brian had Angela in the back seat making out. He had her pullover-top pushed up past her breasts and was fondling her tits, through her bra, while he kissed her. She usually would have stopped him by then. When he broke the kiss, Angela’s head rolled back against the seat. Her eyes were closed. Brian eased his hand. "Well, Mrs.Stevens," he said with a grin. "I think we're finally alone." He had closedhis eyes and was about to kiss me when I looked over his shoulder and spotteda familiar figure lurking in the bushes outside. "Oh no!" I shrieked, headingfor the door."Mrs. Kravitz!" I said crossly. "What on earth are you doing out there?"She started babbling some lame excuse, but by this time, I was totally fedup, and so was Darrin. I didn't even wait for his approval before I began thenow familiar chant,. I moved, but not fast enough, and she clipped my shoulder. Gunnar started towards us and I shook my head. ‘Back off!’ She came up swinging and I blocked, feinted, and she went for my gut. I took the hit so she was left open, and cracked her so hard in the eye socket that bone crunched and her head snapped back. She went down like a sack of potatoes and the night was quiet. There were only us four and our engines, the men staring at me with a small touch of revulsion. She cursed me in Spanish. "It's so fucking big!" she thought as she watched her son rub himself all over her tits.Bobby became impatient quickly however and plunged back into the warm, steamy confines of his mother's cleavage. "Ugh! Fuck yeah!" he said as he quickly began to hump her chest. "I love fucking your big tits, Mom!" Bobby said with a big smile as a trickle of sweat fell across his cheek. He gripped the back of the couch again with one hand for support but the other he snaked behind himself and cupped his.