I'd beenliving with it all my life. But this was so inward, so all-consuming,that I could barely think straight. The vast emptiness in my crotch andth... surge of growing warmth running through me made me stare at the manin front of me with an almost dreamy, dazed expression.I wasn't sure if the man could sense (or, more likely, smell) my arousal,but he definitely seemed like he was going to ignore my comment andcontinue to make moves on me, even force himself on me, I thought with athrill of. I realised that I had left my purse with Steve so I didn’t have any tissues, nor did Jim have a handkerchief. I still don’t know why I did it but I stood up in front of Jim and told him to reach under my skirt and remove my panties. Having started to soften, Jim’s penis jerked a couple of times, apparently coming back to life. As he removed my panties he took the liberty of trailing his fingers over and through my pussy lips. As I enjoyed the feelings I looked off to one side and saw Pam and. So I gave Ronni's question some long nanoseconds of thought before replying - possibly a little too enthusiastically - ''Fuck yeah!!" That settled, we disentangled. I now got a little nervous. Ronni flipped over, got on all fours and with his left hand reached out and grabbed some condoms and lube from a bedside cabinet where i had not previously noticed them. "Put this on" he said as he quit skilfully flicked a condom at me over his shoulder. I somehow caught it in mid air, which must have. She was young and comely.She slept on her side, but I could see her face in the wall mirror on the closet door.Very nice indeed, but totally unfamiliar.I wondered if I was suffering under some form of early onset of dementia with loss of memory as the first symptom.Sure, I had a few drinks but don’t remember getting drunk. As I pondered the past evening, I wondered if I might have fallen victim to a spiked drink at some point given to me by some unknown enemy.At least the mysterious female was.