<div class="floatleft">(https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-mklKDdOnPn0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/eiLVLqmx5jk/photo.jpg)</div><hr/><ul class="bbc_list"><li><strong>Character</strong>: Yvonne St. Clair</li><li><strong>Location</strong>: The St. Clair Residence</li><li><strong>Tagged</strong>: Timothy, Josh, Shane, everyone</li><li><strong>Content:</strong> Drinking and flirting....sweet temptation</li><li><strong>Wearing:</strong> Latex dream (https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/57/dd/f5/57ddf58f3ef6e98f72a93d56f57d40e0.jpg)</li></ul><hr/>Yvonne sipped a little more. The drink was heavy and mixed with a LOT of very heavy alcohol. This drink was very much mixed to make panty drop. It was heavy...yet sweet enough to almost not even taste the liquor. It hit her pretty hard and made her lips loose and her....morals...loose as well. The gorgeous boys around her didn't help. Especially with their hungry eyes eating her up. Without a second, Shane leaned forward and practically told her that yes he did have a crush on her...she he wanted her in a way her husband hadn't for years.<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"If there was any panties in this world I wanted dropped for me...yours are the top of the list."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>"You keep giving me these drinks and you might just see my panties," she flirted heavily and licked her lips...the drink about half gone.<br/><br/>Having her kinda job, she drank....a LOT and it never seemed to effect her. Now though...it was almost like she was in high school again. Giddy and horny. Lord help her...she should just walk away. Yet her feet didn't move and she desperately wanted to stay and keeping feeling like this. Keep having those boys look at her with a hunger that made her knees weak and her body hot. Her thoughts were slightly interrupted by the German boy.<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">He smiled at her and leaned over to look in the cup and then asked, as nonchalantly as possible which wasn’t very much, “Good enough to share? Or good enough to keep to yourself?”</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>Her eyes swung over to him. God, even his accent was making her weak. She needed to leave...."Do you like sharing?" She purred and smiled; asking for more than just the drink.<br/><br/>God help her if he said yes.....<br/><br/>