We crushed the wings. I ordered three dozen thinking Holly and I would have never been able to finish them, but we did. The four beers that she had grabbed turned into eight. We sat blissfully fading into a food coma as we watched some international movie that was on Netflix. I leaned back deeper into the couch and threw a quick glance at Holly. She was sitting with her knees pulled up to her chest almost. Her legs looked increasingly silky and smooth as I suckled on another beer. The fabric of her shorts was pulled past her perfect ass cheeks and now almost exposing her rear end completely...