We began to hang, drink, and dance. We would step out for a smoke, talking and laughing. Back inside, the sea of people became an ocean. I was okay wi...th that because that meant we were forced to be closer. The more she drank the more handsie she was getting. I lend in to tell she something. The bass would drown me out so, I put my hand on her hip to pull her closer so she could hear me. She was so intoxicating, I forgot what I was going to say. I was drunk. Like a high proof whiskey, one shot. His parents were out of town and we had the house to ourselves. I'm naturally a light sleeper, and my friend was definitely not. He was out as soon as his head hit the pillow.There I was, basically alone in the house where this hot mom lived. The idea popped into my head: I have to look at her panties. My heart began to race, and the adrenaline started to flow. I knew I had to be stealth. And I knew I just had to see that woman's underwear.So up I went, but slowly, quietly, methodically. I. . He needs to break that cycle." You make it sound like he needs to have sex..." It might avert a crisis," I pointed out. "There are other possibilities -- like, for instance, discovering his mama has feet of clay like everybody else." That wouldn't be my first choice." Excuse me?" I pretended confusion. "I just meant that you could reveal the occasional mistake -- or maybe ask his advice." Oh." Karen collected the various papers that had wrapped her dinner and wadded the bag. "I should. He was a bit confused now. Was shegoing to have him mix it all up in a garbage bag and then eat it out ofthere? If so, should he not cook the beans first; and get a clean bag? Hewas just pulling out a fresh bag when he heard her yell to get back inthere now. Tom ran out with the can in one hand and the new bag in theother.?Not sure why you grabbed a new bag sissy. I want to know for a fact thatwhat goes in there is not something you will try to salvage what is goingto go in there.? Princess Dee.