Yes

It had been about thirty minutes since you had convinced Gretchen Wilson to go bar-hopping with you, but it was clear that she could hold her liquor just as well as she could in the old days when she was on top of the mountain in Nashville.

It was also clear to you that she was starting to lose control of her decision-making.

"UH," she moans softly in your ear when you rub her thigh and let your hand slide further and further up her leg, coming to rest between her legs as you lean in to kiss her.

"MMM..." she purrs when you roughly push your lips to hers, her eyes closing as she returns your kiss, your hand brushing between her legs again.

"Let's get out of here Gretchen," you tell her as you slide a hand into her jeans, rubbing her pussy through her panties while your hand goes inside her shirt.

"UH...check please..." she moans as you slide her shirt down a little and start to suck on one of her tits while your other hand pushes her panties away and rubs her tight cunt a little harder.