Jake stays and watches the show

Mary spins open the cap and turns the bottle upside down into her mouth. She chugs the Scotch like beer, spilling only a little on her frilly pink shirt.

“Uh oh,” says Brian with a smile. “Brace yourself, Brad, Hurricane Mary is getting going again!”

Mary pulls the bottle down and gives the guys a sloppy grin. She lays it in the seat, propped up against the window. Mary crawls over her boyfriend to sit between Brian and Brad.

“I'm not a hurri- hic!... not a hurricane.” The sloppy blonde slut puts an arm around each guy's neck. “I'm a train! Toot toot! All aboard!”

Mary pulls Brian in for a wet kiss, her tongue flying out of her mouth. After an intense few seconds she turns her head and pulls Brad in for a kiss. Brian amuses himself by sliding his hand up her shirt. The blonde girl's breasts are so small they can't be more than an A-cup, but he's happy enough to get his hands on them.

Mary is less happy.

“Ug!” yells Mary, pulling out of kissing her boyfriend's frat buddy. “I can't stand that. I can't... I can't stand that stupid bra! Get it off of me!”

Brian takes a quick swig of his own drink, then puts it down and pulls up her shirt over her head. With a little work her pulls her lacey pink bra off, freeing her small tits.

“Thanks, shweety,” slurs the slutty blonde.

Both guys start massaging the breast closest to them. Mary slides her own hands down to the laps on either side of her. With a nimbleness that's impressive for someone so drunk, she unzips their pants and pulls their cocks out while kissing Brian with her eyes closed. Mary starts jerking the two cocks, her whole body rocking with the effort.

Now that her chest is free of the confinement, you wish for some improvement. None of the trio are allowed to notice it, but Mary's breasts grow and grow until they hit a nice, round DD-cup. The soft, sensitive flesh bounces with every jerk she gives the guys.

Mary breaks the kiss and looks at your crotch hungrilly. “You knows, I hate to let a cock go to waste.”