Very well

You're not in any great rush to see how fast things start to progress with Katharine McPhee, but they progress just the same.

"Go be a dear and buy me another round John," she tells you, letting you steal another long glance at her tits as you head back to the bar, knowing that Katharine should be wasted soon enough, if she's not already.

"It's the hard stuff," you tell her as you bring her back a couple of rounds of the hardest liquor being served at this party, Kat smiling at you as you put it on the table, "I hope you don't mind."

"Not at all, since they came from you John," she tells you, giggling like a school girl from the combination of the **** and the apparent attraction she had to you.

You begin to make a move on Kat by dropping a strap on her dress and trying to get your mouth around one of those luscious tits you've been staring at all night, but Kat stops you just as you are about to start sucking on one.

"UH...not that I don't enjoy when a man sucks on my tits," she whispers to you as she pushes your head away, "but I don't want to be seen having it done in public. I might be a slut, but I don't want the world thinking that."

"Where do you suppose we continue this then, Katharine?" you ask her, both of you trying to regain your composure from a few minutes earlier.