Finally giving up she opened the stocking drawer and looked for pantyhose. No such item existed in the drawer, no knee highs, no stay up on their own ...high highs, just garter requiring stockings. Grabbing a white pair with white garter belt she went to the bathroom and removed her slip. She put the garter belt around her hips and then moved the closure to the back, isn't that what the fancy lingerie books said, back closing garter belts? Checking it in the mirror it didn't look right, she had. We were drugged. Both of us were drugged.I glanced over at Sharon and I realized she isn’t sleeping. She’s lying on her back and she’s naked. We both are! We never sleep in the nude. But the disturbing thing is that there are tears running down her cheeks onto her pillow. She’s crying quietly.I reached over to hold her, to try and comfort her but she pulled away. I thought for a moment she must be mad at me but she sobbed and said, “Don’t touch me, Mike! I’m ... it’s just ... you don’t want to. I came again, this time with a couple of full-body quakes. My pussy reached up to press into his hand as it arrived. I moaned - somehow with my little-girl voice - and finally had a proper, but brief orgasm. It wasn't enough to satisfy me - not nearly enough - but it was all he needed to abandon his attempts at savoring the foreplay.He reached over to my left hip and pulled it toward him. "Turn over," he said.Of course I complied. I would have done anything he asked. I wasn't sure what was. I knew there was a country park about 4 miles away so headed there, getting harder and harder as each vehicle that was in front or passed knowing they might of seen her exposed tits or pussy.Soon we got to the country park (car park entrance) I parked at the far side near the wood, I turned the engine off, took my trousers and boxers off, Julie pulled her dress over her head, there she was laying in the seat completely naked.I moved over and began to suck her tits and finger her ,while she.