I was holding his head tightly. He slowly slid his hands a bit upwards and took my breasts in his hands. I let out a loud scream and leaned back on th... wall. I was starting to enjoy it. He motioned me towards the sofa and made me lie on it and he was over me still concentrating on my stomach while his hands were on my breasts. I closed my eyes still holding the pills. Suddenly I felt sharp pain in my stomach. He has injected me with the drug. I was getting angry at him. Sensing it he took my. And yes, I am sexually attracted to men, so much so that even on family outings, I am conscious of opportunities for a discrete encounter. That was certainly on my mind when I scheduled this excursion. Anyway, when I arrived at the trailhead, I noticed one other car parked in the lot and a late middle-aged guy in casual clothes sitting in the shade at one of the tables. I always wonder in such situations why unaccompanied men would be loitering. Since the other visitor did not appear to be. “Darcy, Cal and I have talked about the arrangement and he is in total agreement.”“Yeah, what guy wouldn’t be,” Darcy chimed in sarcastically.“I think it’s great that you want to help us Darcy,” I said as I took her hand and Sara’s at the same time. We held hands tightly and I look at Darcy, then Sara, they looked at one another and then back at me. “Darcy leapt across the table and gave me a kiss. Sara still held my hand as I didn’t know how to react to this kind of emotion. I saw tears. This had been the worst poem she had ever read. She bit down on a knuckle to keep from cracking up. She was lucky that Lily and Sean’s mother had called to warn her that he was coming over with a poetry masterpiece. It was hard to believe that it was so bad.“I was going to footnote the inaccurate descriptions of the flowers, but...” Sean said. He shrugged his shoulders as if he was unsure about the rightness of his decision.Suzie said, “There’s no need for footnotes. The poem was completely.