We went to my cousin's house and sat outside drinking Captain and cokes.
Here's a little background on the husband: he's thirty-eight and six feet tall. His wife at the time was thirty-four years old, and five feet seven inches tall.
She is a full-figured woman with nice c-cup breasts,
We were close to three-quarters the way through the bottle this evening and the wife was starting to get drunk. The cousin drinking with us was thirty-six at the time, six feet tall, and we were in a two-thousand-ten F-one-fifty with a crew cab, a big roomy four-door truck.
This particular night was late summer as the husband was a head coach for the junior high football team and the wife was an assistant coach for the same team.
The cousin was the head coach for the high school boy's basketball team, so we started calling our get-togethers (coaches only).
As the wife started to get tipsier she announced that she needs to puke and get out of the truck and holds the rear bumper.