Any idiot could have made that out. But to my luck, her parents were not home, her mom was out of town for a while and her sister went to her tuitions.... His dad was at work and came late. But that didn’t change the fact that she could notice my foolishness very clearly.She looked at me for sometime, hoping that I would behave, but I didn’t. Finally gave up.“What are you doing?”“What am I doing?”“You are drooling on my boobs.”“Thats not my fault.”“Whose fault is it then?”“Yours of course!”“And. A friend of the family took me in and let me stay until I finished high school. During that time she encouraged me to explore my feminine side. She bought things for me at yard sales and thrift stores until I had amassed a cute little wardrobe. I was 5’ 10” and about 145 lbs with naturally curly long brown hair with auburn highlights and a runner’s body with long arms and shapely legs. She enjoyed having a ‘girlfriend’ to pal around with and decided I should meet some nice me instead of silly. Even that’s hazy.”I followed the narrative by looking at her memory as she thought through the night before. It really was a mess of clouded memories brought about by what seemed to be an alarming amount of wine and shots. Yet they were not as sketchy as she explained them to us. Images of the party and various details were clearer than she admitted to herself or us even.Same for what happened when she got home. There was one image where she recalled pushing her dress off her hips while pushing. " He looked sideways at me but I just smiled and kissed him, gently pushing him away from me. "C'mon Bob, do me again, I know you can, please Bob I want it doggy style this time." I climbed onto my hands and knees wiggling my ass in his face like a bitch in heat. It didn't take any more effort than that. Bob was scrambling up on his desk right there with me. I immediately felt his big swollen dick still coated in our mutual slime slide home. God he felt good! And so there we were doing it like.