"Cougs"... Bagged not tagged and a clean release

For those of you out of the loop on whats happening in nc, i thought i would fill you in on my first cougar experiance. As you all know i am sadly still under age and so my 27 year old acconplice in this story, by our standards, is a coug for me. It started in Charlotte at a flyfishing show i had to go to with my boss and 2 other guys i work with. Our first night consisted of heavy drinking and driving on sidewalks in a 15 passenger van. Night two started when the owener of our sister guide service, in the bahamas, asked us to come to dinner at his wifes sisters house along with the bohamians. While driving and geting directions they took our drink orders before we got there and that Herb the owener spent $1000 on drinks. The drinking started early and drinks were replinished before you had time to finish off the last little bit in your first glass. The ladys were few and the guys were abundant. My choices were between 1. a 4'5" married girl with dwarfism 2. a very cute single girl about 25, black hair with a white spot in the front, i called her skunk hair 3. a very hot girl looked about 30 and appeared to be married to the 275lb. chef named Jay. I went option 2 but for some reason keep on hitting on option 3. Later in the night after many beers and a 32oz. white russian, in option 3's bedroom along with my boss and fellow coworkers opt. 3 sat down on my lap. When she did she kind of poked he ass out in my face and he thong showed. I weighed my options and chose to grab her ass and procede to the groin area. After several minutes of drunk groaping and trying to get everyone else to leave the room she just kind of gets up and leaves like nothing was going on. she walkes across the hall to another room and shuts the door. The rest of us decided to just go back to the rest of the party but this really cool guy steve convinced me that i needed to go back up and just crawl in bed with her and see what happens. Sounds good. I crawl in. In my drunken stupidity i just layed face down on the mattress and proceded to put my hand in the front of her pants. Now things are going good but about 2 min. pass and i hear in the very deep voice of Jay i hear "Hey Otter." Holly shit fuck me in the goat ass jay is in the bed on the other side of opt.3. My escape plan was to go to the bathroom but just keep on runnin. I go down stairs instantly tramatized into a state of soberness, dazed and a pale as ira's ass in MT. Steve lookes at me laughs because he figured out what happened and says, "Where's your hat Otter." Fuck, i left mos'es hat in the room, FUCK, FUCK, FUuCK. I went back up stairs, got the hat, left the house, and had a good laugh about it the next day with everyone. Havent heard anything about it since even when Herb went and played golf with Jay. Mmm Mmm Bitch!