Cindi Fuller
Super-Earth
- Joined
- Sep 2, 2013
- Location
- USA
((Any interests anyone)
Sandy was enjoying Mardi Gras more than she thought she would. She had collected a large number of beads from doing what she had promised herself and her husband she wouldn't. A girls trip to Mardi Gras had turned into quite an experience for the 39-year old Mother of 2.
She was earing a white halter dress so she could expose her 36D breasts easily and get more beads, her long blonde hair hung loose in the humid Louisiana weather and her white 4'' heels made it harder to walk as the alcohol poured down so easily. Her head was spinning as she got wilder, finally feeling the effects of drinking so much, she needed to find a bathroom.
Slipping down an alley between two buildings it would be easy to hike her skirt up and squat cause she didn't wear panties either, her bare pussy with the little landing strip of dark hair wouldn't be exposed to anyone if she went to the dark corner of the alley.
She held the wall to steady herself as her 5'5'' frame leaned against the brick wall, her slender well manicured fingers pressing against it, she felt the world spinning. she thought to herself "I haven't drank that much" as she screamed, the rumble of the ground covering the sound of her scream, no one had seen her walk down the alley, no one would look for her here.
Her mind was spinning as the ground opened up. Some sort of sink hole she imagined as she was amazed how clear her mind was as she fell, it seemed like minutes as her body tumbled head over heels down and down.
She landed with a soft THUMP in a pile of mud, shaking her head, her dress torn and dirty, ruined. She looked around, struggling to get to her feet as she made her way along the edge of the dirty pile. Looking up she saw only sky, looking around she saw strange plants and fields. She made her way along a well established path.
"Helloooooo, Where am I?" she called out, not that she could see anyone. She walked further on. This wasn't New Orleans, and she wasn't at Mardi Gras. The strange costumes she had seen at Mardi Gras were gone. The buildings and Music, the hum of insects and a slight breeze were all that she saw as she made her way toward a wooded area down the path.
"there has to be someone around here" she said to herself as she walked along, wishing she had more comfortable shoes as the heels were making it had to walk on the rocky surface of the pathway.
Sandy was enjoying Mardi Gras more than she thought she would. She had collected a large number of beads from doing what she had promised herself and her husband she wouldn't. A girls trip to Mardi Gras had turned into quite an experience for the 39-year old Mother of 2.
She was earing a white halter dress so she could expose her 36D breasts easily and get more beads, her long blonde hair hung loose in the humid Louisiana weather and her white 4'' heels made it harder to walk as the alcohol poured down so easily. Her head was spinning as she got wilder, finally feeling the effects of drinking so much, she needed to find a bathroom.
Slipping down an alley between two buildings it would be easy to hike her skirt up and squat cause she didn't wear panties either, her bare pussy with the little landing strip of dark hair wouldn't be exposed to anyone if she went to the dark corner of the alley.
She held the wall to steady herself as her 5'5'' frame leaned against the brick wall, her slender well manicured fingers pressing against it, she felt the world spinning. she thought to herself "I haven't drank that much" as she screamed, the rumble of the ground covering the sound of her scream, no one had seen her walk down the alley, no one would look for her here.
Her mind was spinning as the ground opened up. Some sort of sink hole she imagined as she was amazed how clear her mind was as she fell, it seemed like minutes as her body tumbled head over heels down and down.
She landed with a soft THUMP in a pile of mud, shaking her head, her dress torn and dirty, ruined. She looked around, struggling to get to her feet as she made her way along the edge of the dirty pile. Looking up she saw only sky, looking around she saw strange plants and fields. She made her way along a well established path.
"Helloooooo, Where am I?" she called out, not that she could see anyone. She walked further on. This wasn't New Orleans, and she wasn't at Mardi Gras. The strange costumes she had seen at Mardi Gras were gone. The buildings and Music, the hum of insects and a slight breeze were all that she saw as she made her way toward a wooded area down the path.
"there has to be someone around here" she said to herself as she walked along, wishing she had more comfortable shoes as the heels were making it had to walk on the rocky surface of the pathway.