" Lisa poured another glass for her sensuous black haired friend, then moving to fill the rest of the glasses again." Lisa poured another glass for her sensuous black haired friend, then moving to fill the rest of the glasses again. "Whoa, lady. Are you trying to get me loaded?" Bull's voice questioned Lisa. "Your already loaded. I can feel the shot gun from here," Polly giggled up at him, "and you didn't answer my question." "What question?" "What part of me you'd like to see more of!" Polly giggled again, the alcohol and the warmth of the fire suddenly acting on her inhibitions, her full breasts quivering on her chest as she laughed, "if you can't say it, you can't see it." "Not it, them," Bull laughed. "You don't mean that you like to look at Polly's tits, do you man?" George laughed. |