But I am functional. I'm not drunk all the time. It's a part of being a slut. Being a drunk makes this even hotter, not just being drunk, but being a ...drunk. When I was young, it was an excuse to be wild, you know, sexually. Nowadays I don't need excuses, but it can provide some more juice to fucking. But I have lots of sober sex as well. I don't need to be drunk to enjoy sex on camera, or on stage. The other drugs, they're just occasional. I never break the law. When I travel, if the laws are. When she bent over to pick up a pencil that had rolled off the top of her book, I got a tantalising look down her top at one pair of perfectly tanned, smooth breasts. I decided that we should stop home on the way to the mall to get the afore mentioned stars. Seeing my lascivious look, Stella decided that wasn't such a bad idea either.Half an hour later we were both naked in the kitchen fucking like maniacs against the fridge. Stella's legs were wrapped around my waist while she bit into my. " Tom said, staring casually at his daughter as her eyes shot up to meet his. "Oh, and I think I know just the thing." Tom said, a smile creeping into his face."Really?" Presley asked excited and her father nodded. She slowly sat up on the bed, releasing his manhood, and her father did the same, sitting up and leaning back against the headrest."Come on, I'll show you then. You'll love it." Tom said smirking and moved to the edge of the bed, grabbing a pillow and taking it with him. "Come stand. "ahhhh" i moaned. This time i tourened around, it was John."GET AWAY" I yelled at him. I swam back to my tanning spot. I dried my self off, re-applied my make up, put on my skirt, skipped the underwear and put my top on. I walked quickly to the farry dock. I hoped John wasn't folowing me, i couldn't tell. There must have been 100 people in line. When the farry landed i ran to the uper deck i didn't see him. "pheww". But what i didn't notice was the man sitting across from me reading the news.