As she come through the door, I hit the lights and holy shit, she in full make up and spandex body suit with halter top, she yelled quietly "turn it o...ff you fucking idiot" and boom my mom and her dad come out there room and see her dressed and know she was out. Her dad was mad, but calm, asked where shes been and where she got the outfit, Tiff storms off, dad follows, she gave me a I'm going to kill you stare, I'm screwed, she built like a amazon woman, she's 5'11. Two days pasted, Tiffany. “Yeah, and you’ll have to catch up with me for this last drink” she said. She made me drink my drink bottoms up with her last tequila shot.After a few more minutes of talking she started getting tipsy. I started making moves like moving my finger on her neck and thighs, she was responding well with giggles. I started sliding her dress up her thighs and moved my fingers further up. “what are u doing” she giggled and said to me. “Nothing, just trying to massage u and and relive your tension” I. One has pulled his cock completely out of his pants. You stand in front of the table, facing your friends, and make me sit on my hands and knees, pussy spread open to your friends. You unzip your jeans and I gladly slip my mouth over your cock. I moan on it and slowly work my tongue around the head when the rolled magazine comes swinging down on my ass again. You wrap my hair around your fist and shove my head down all eight inches of you. "You're enjoying this too much, slut. This is your. So I soon washed that off. "Fuck it!" I then added to that. And settled for some lip-gloss. Sharon didn't appear to wear much if any make up, so perhaps with my not wearing any either, it wouldn't appear too terribly strange. Not like I was going out anywhere ... not yet anyway.As it turned out, I'd be able to get my luggage and personal affects easy enough, using Faye's identification. But then I realized something else. Glancing at her driver's license, and signature, I tried writing her.