Strip her down and go to bed

Whom ever said undressing a drunk is hard work was not lying or exaggerating. I try to carefully twist her legs back to a parallel position so I can unwrap the knot that is around her ankles but each time I get one leg straight Jamie pulls the other leg over across that one and rolls away.

Giving up for the moment on her leggings, I go to her shirt and see if I will have any more luck there. Taking in the beauty that lies before me I am distracted by her nakedness. Her very pert breasts which are framed up like she is inviting me to suckle on them seem as they are calling to me.

I slowly lean over Jamie and with only a hairs breadth of pressure I blow across her one nipple. As if on command, both of her nipples spring into action and are suddenly fully erect and ready to cut glass. Standing there bent over my sister-in-law a soft moan escapes her lips.

Her moan snaps me back to reality so I return to the task at hand and resume removing her tied up clothing. Seemingly more cooperative now, I easily raise both of Jamie's arms above her head. While I am still holding Jamie's arms above her head she presses her head up towards me. The tied shirt restricting her movements she begins to making a quiet growling or purring sound as though she is some type of big cat for only a few moments.

With her arms now out of the way I am able to release the tension of the shirt around her head. Once released the shirt becomes easily removed. I carefully extract her her arms out first then carefully work her head up through the neck.

Taken by total surprise I am startled when Jamie's head pops out of the hole and I discover her eyes wide open watching me undress her. "Iz tell you I behaved. Yur nut behaving. Yur taking my closs off."

Knowing just how drunk she is I try the spoof distraction, "You are dreaming right now, you only imagining me to taking your clothes off. Now be a good girl and don’t move while I take these pants off."

"Nah uh, if I wiz dreeeaminnn, yood be neked first.” And with that she lies perfectly still.

Trying to ignore the implications of this drunk woman’s ramblings I walk back to the foot of the bed. With her now being cooperative it takes me all but a moment to unwrap her leggings and slip them off, folding them I lay them on the chair in the corner. Turning to face the bed I see that again Jamie has drifted off to slumber. Approaching her side of the bed, I can’t help but admire how sexy and peaceful she now looks. Naked but her skimpy little thong hiding a clearly trimmed mound I take just a few moments to burn one last quick look into my memory before I cover her up with the blankets.

After stealing the last look I clearly stopped thinking, rather started thinking with the wrong head. Approaching my wife’s empty side of the bed I revert to my normal bed time routine, I simply strip my shorts, set my alarm, and crawl under the blankets, naked.