“Not until you tell me what you were doing.” “Like I said, nothing.” “Nuh-uh, it was the same thing you do in the pool. You put your hand in...your pants and move it up and down on your penis. You were, uh... mastulating.” “It's masturbating,” I said out of reflex, and then realized my mistake. “So I was right” I sighed. “Fine you were right. How would you know about that anyway?” “People talk about it at school, and sex-ed.” She blushed. “Can I see,” she whispered bashfully. “Uh...” I panicked,. This inability to remember things felt really odd to Sara because she had been drinking the same thing she always drank and had never had the sort of reaction that she had today. Yeah maybe she would get a little hang over but she would always remember what she had done the night before. Could someone have possible drugged her? She rubbed the upper part of her left arm. She wondered why she felt pain there. She had not done any heavy lifting at her job in weeks so it could not have been that.. You can keep that if you wish."Holy Crap! I can't remember a time when I had let a man see me without makeup. He wanted, or maybe needed, total honesty and total surrender. He stepped into the study area where we had spent so many hours building our friendship. I stepped into the bathroom feeling like a painted whore. Off came the disco dress. Off came the come-fuck-me pumps. Off came my sexiest lingerie. Off came the bling.I quietly cried as I removed the makeup. I closed the door and turned. Her lover, sensing more weakness, restarted his love-making. Ravaged by both familiar and strange cocks, Mrs. Anand could barely think about anything. The spicy scent overpowered her senses. Hands groping, fondling, and caressing sent her body into overdrive.“Look, how wet she is getting!”“What a nympho!”“A slut, a proper slut!” They called out to each other.“Yes! Yes, I am a nympho! I am slut, a bitch!”Suddenly, the dick she was deep-throating erupted inside. Thick ropy cum spurted inside,.