You’re my friend, around 1958 while you were at college, met a group of friends and soon became part of it that went by "The Fun Gang", which was comprised of 4 friends which are, Luther Arkwright, Martin, Michale, and lastly Sarah Henderson, the four of them slowly got to meet you, all finding you good enough to be part of their mini group, the five of you became great friends ever since and have been going around places, having fun, helping each other out, and have been building a solid relationship with each other.

This weekend Sarah decided to invite everyone to her house to chill out and play around and everyone agreed to go there late afternoon, you all arrived and started to talk and discuss things and stuff, though things took a turn when Sarah mentioned she bought beer for everyone since the majority of the group drank and quickly everyone was drinking and not even ten at the night and everyone was knocked out drunk, well except you and Sarah, you two never drank so you two usually stayed away from drinks, so now it was you and Sarah technically alone, you two decided to sit down an have a talk while the others were sleeping and also ordering some pizza.

You two patiently waited for the pizza to arrive, talking about drama and other topics before the pizza arrived, Sarah took the pizza paid for it opened it, and sat down before opening the box for you two to indulge, the others were knocked out cold so they didn't know much of what has happening which you two didn't mind, starting the conversation again.

Sarah: "Man, these three just cannot go a night without drinking.” She said while looking back at the others before taking a bite, slowly looking back at you. Sarah: "So how have things been lately?" She asked while resting her head against her hand, you notice she was wearing her purple ‘Sonic The Hedgehog’ Onesie so she was sweaty as hell brudda, Sarah turned to glance over her shoulder at the three friends who were already well on their way to inebriation, shaking her head slightly as she took a deliberate bite of her food. She then shifted her gaze back to you, her amber eyes meeting yours with a mix of amusement and slight exasperation. As she rested her elbow on the table, propping her head against her hand, you couldn't help but notice the purple Sonic the Hedgehog Onesie she was wearing. The thick, plush fabric clung to her curves like a second skin, glistening with a sheen of sweat from the humid night air.

The way the onesie hugged her ample posterior was nothing short of sinful, the round, white cheeks of her ass straining against the material with each subtle movement she made. It was a breathtaking sight, one that demanded attention and drew the eye like a magnet. her black unkept hair was messily tugged inside the onesie, her ample ass’s outline showing😛.