Was I wrong?

My best friend and I go to a party to hang out with some girls we knew. This one girl has a bustier on with this amazing set of tits and I was working on her all night, but she was fucked up in the head; ended up fighting on the porch like we'd been married for years. So she left when the party started dying.
My buddy is making out with the girl whose house it is and decides we're going to crash there. My back-up plan from earlier was passed out in a closet, so no joy there either. I make myself comfortable on one of the couches. Another girl comes into the living room and grabs the other couch. I guess she normally crashed there and had a usual bed, but some guy was in there and he came out telling her they could share and she wasn't having it. She was way fucked up and saying she didn't want to fuck him and if she slept in there, he would fuck her while she was passed out. So he went back in the room. Her and I talked for a minute - hadn't spoken all night up to that point. Then she starts snoring, so she's out. I decided I was going to rub one out thinking about the bustier titties once I was comfortable that I wouldn't be interrupted.
So I'm having a wank and girl on the couch starts making these little sounds, whimpering like a puppy having a nightmare. At some point, I went over to see if she was alright. Her shirt was pulled up and I could see the bottom third of her bra. I'd never been the type to mess with someone when they were sleeping or drunk, but figure if I were to pull the shirt up another inch or so just to get a peek of the bra, it didn't count.
So I lift her shirt a little and she stirs. I freeze, panicking with what I would say, but she puts one of her hands in between her thighs. I stay still a while and there is no movement. So I lift the shirt a little more and having a peek. She sits up immediately and pulls the back of her shirt up, asking sleepily, "Will you take this thing off?" I oblige and ask her if she's alright, that I was "worried about her." She takes the bra off and I get a quick glance of tits that were much bigger than I expected them to be. This was a problem because now I am hardcore wanting to see them.
She lays down and I put my hand on her stomach, whispering to her, but getting nothing in response other than a hand on top of mine but she is out.
After a while I risk a squeeze on top of her shirt. I feel her nipples get hard through the material and run my palms over them, groping her on top of the shirt. After a soft moan, I lift the shirt until I can see her nipples and just look for a while. I can't resist and touch them. She responds by moaning again and squeezing both her hands between her clinched thighs. I figure that she likes it and start to lick her nipples. Her hand slid down her pants and I guess she started touching herself because she started breathing heavily. Then I was full on biting and sucking her tits.
I sat up and pulled out my cock and started jerking off. She kept rubbing herself, but her eyes were still closed. She made a noise that I took as sad that I had stopped, so I reached out and touched her tits more, dragging my fingers lightly across her stomach. I asked her if she wanted to suck my cock and she didn't respond. I asked her if she wanted me to lick her pussy and she didn't respond. When I tried to reach my hand into her pants, she stopped me with her other hand and pushed it away.
I was in a moral dilemma thinking she obviously didn't want to do anything. I put my dick back in my pants and just watched her a moment, unsure what to do. When I went to stand up and go back to my couch, she reached out and whispered, "No." I get back on my knees and move closer to her, pulling out my cock. It is now inches away from her face and I was hoping that she would suck it. I start to jerk off and whisper that I want her so bad. She starts rubbing harder and faster, and I can see her moving her hips. I asked her to put it in her mouth, that I wanted to cum in her mouth.
She turns her head and reaches up with her free hand and barely touches my dick. I got one quick flick of her tongue on the head and then she came. She squeezed her legs together and I saw the pleasure in her face. Then she just lay there. I was close and wanted to cum, so I told her I was going to cum on her face. She turned away but pulled her shirt up more. So I came on her tits.
The next day, we didn't say anything, the house was bustling when I woke up. Her and her friend came with me to do some work and I got a few glances down her shirt when she was bending over. At lunch her friend made a run for lunch and I went to a secluded spot to jerk off thinking about looking down her shirt. She came around back and must've known she busted me, but stood there talking. I asked her if she remembered last night and she just shook her head no and looked off. I decided fuck it and pulled my cock out and told her that I remembered. She said she couldn't, because her friend (going to grab lunch) was into me. I said I didn't care. She said she had a boyfriend. Still don't care, I said.
She chuckled and stepped closer, asking what I wanted. I told her I wanted to cum in her mouth. No, she said flatly. I asked her what then.She pulled down her shirt, revealing her puffy nipples and said, "You can cum on these again." I told her she did remember and she smiled. I started jerking faster and she was telling me to hurry, looking around. I told her to help and she got on her knees, and blew me for about twenty seconds. She stopped, but stared up at me, which was helping enough. Out of the blue, she asked, "Does it feel good, Daddy?" That did the trick and I came all over her tits.
Friend got back and her and I ended up dating for a month, but nothing ever happened with the other again.

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