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Chapter 289 by hambo hambo

What's next?

What about Michelle?

Across town, Michelle was waking up with an absolutely splitting headache.

Her mouth was dry, and her whole body felt... sticky. She groaned as she slowly struggled to sit up, knocking over a dozen different empty cans and bottles of booze.

"Uggghhhhhhh," the once-prudish mother of Lauren and Vanessa whimpered as she slowly rubbed her eyes. "Wha..."

She blushed crimson as she took in her surroundings. She was sitting, absolutely naked, on a filthy, stained, bare mattress that was lying in the middle of a completely trashed room!

"Where...?"

Judging by all the posters on the walls of young, hot, naked women and college sports banners, she quickly pieced things together. The young, rowdy men. All the drinking and partying.

"I... went home with a frat boy?" Michelle asked herself in disbelief. "I-I should get out of here..."

After trying and failing to stand up a couple of times, the older (and most certainly bolder) woman crawled towards what she thought must be the bathroom.

"I could really use a shower..." Michelle told herself as she slowly ran her hand along her lower back.

A good five minutes of crawling later, and the once-proud and prude woman had made it to the bathroom sink. She stood up on wobbly legs, using the sink for support, and then slowly turned on the faucet.

She splashed some water on her face.

"Ug! Why am I so sore?" She griped as her fingers touched her lower back, causing a stinging sensation to shoot up her spine. She turned around and gasped.

Resting on her lower back was her brand new tramp stamp!

It was the words "WET MILF" written in extra girly lettering, with the dot in the 'I' replaced with a heart. The letters were sitting atop what appeared to be some kind of puddle.

Michelle just stood there, her mouth agape, unable to even scream in shock as a hulking, beefy, equally naked and hung-over man came into the bathroom behind her.

"Hey babe," he said, the whiskey still on his breath as he possessively grabbed Michelle's ass and squeezed it before spinning her around and giving her a wet, passionate kiss.

What's a woman to do?

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