Donna blushed embarrassedly. Roy was showing her off like a prize-winning dog.

"They're pretty big, all right," Phil said, staring pointedly at her breasts.

"They're fucking huge!" Roy shouted. "Biggest tits you ever saw! Least on a girl who ain't fat! Shit, her whole body's fantastic! Old Donna's gotta have the best fucking body this side of Acapulco, I swear to God!"

"I think I have to agree with you, old buddy," Phil leered. "But it's kind of hard to judge when she still has her clothes on."

"Roy, please stop it," Donna interrupted desperately. Every second her pussy grew wetter and hotter. "It's not right to talk this way in front of company."

"Company, hell!" Roy grunted. "Phil here's our friend and you God damn well know it! C'mon, Donna, do a strip for us! Show him I'm not bullshitting! Show my buddy here what I get to sink my dick into every night!"

"Roy." Donna gasped.

Then, abruptly, Roy passed out. As he started laughing his shoulders sagged, and his mouth hung open. Phil and Donna watched as his body crumpled on the sofa. The next thing they knew he was dead to the world.

It wasn't a complete surprise. Roy had never been particularly good at holding his liquor, and he'd been drinking heavily all evening. But now the air was charged with sexual tension, and Donna couldn't help noticing the bulge in Phil's pants. Suddenly she was alone with a drunk and horny man.

"Well, I guess he's out of it," Phil said. He turned to stare at Donna, his eyes shining with lust. "But you can still do that strip, Donna. I sure would like to see your body."

Donna tried to treat the situation lightly. "Oh nonsense, you know Roy was only joking. Besides, you wouldn't really want to see my body. I'm not nearly as attractive in the nude as Roy says."