Blogger: DROOL MY LOAD need to keepin' drinkin'. I're not nearly as drunk as you am and that's not good," she said coming down the stairs into the den. Her robe had opened a little more at the sash and her auburn bush was visible at the junction of her thighs with a flash of silver around her slit, just as before. This time though, something was different, it was trimmed tighter; it was trimmed exactly the way that Jess trims hers. Max didn't tear his eyes away; he just kept looking at that beaver walking towards him. Velma was getting very drunk, but not drunk enough to not notice. She followed his gaze down and saw that her sex was completely exposed to him.
