She starts to get drowsy as it takes effect and says she must have drank too much. I tell her to drink up all the water so she doesn't get sick. She n...ds, and I watch her guzzle down every last drop. I smile knowing the bitch is mine. When we get back to her apartment, she is completely fucked up. It's late so no one sees me practically dragging her up the stairs and inside. I dump her on the bed onto her back. I shake her, poke her, pinch her. Nothing. She is completely out.I slowly hike up. I could not help but think about the wetness between my legs. I couldn't get my mind off going home so I could masturbate. I was at the age, where I was horny all the time, and just wanted to come straight home, play for an hour or so, eat dinner, and then come back my room and masturbate till I orgasm hard and instantly fall asleep.Since my Dad has been staying home more and more I had to be more careful of how loud I was. I also had to make sure he would not walk in, for if he did, I would be. My sexscapades with Annie were on a full swing. We used to make use of the changing room of her society gym and also any other chance in the car or at my place. During this time I had told Annie about my fantasy of having a threesome (mff and a mmf). She had kept it in mind all along. The gym where we used to workout had one more trainer named prit. She was a very good friend of Annie and I remember Annie telling me that she had told prit what had happened between us.Let me tell you about prit.. Although much to my surprise I was quickly to discover that Arthur spent a high proportion of his non-working time… fornicating! I have to admit that I pretty soon discovered that I didn’t care for opera very much. Although I did enjoy the company of the two very cultured and uncommonly (for the time) loose moral’d young ladies that Arthur arranged for us to escort that evening. Ditto, goes for the few evenings we spent at the ballet as well. But Jesus, if we kept that game up for very long I’d.