" Yeah, I'm OK," I reassured her, locking onto her eyes."It's this, isn't it?" she asked, fastening the top few buttons on Dad's shirt. "I guess I'm g...tting a bit too casual about it. But every day you see the same thing on television, or on the street, or even in school, don't you?" Yeah, I guess. But you're my mother. It's harder to ignore." I cut myself a piece of the omelet."Are you shy, Adam? I don't know why! You're a great looking guy. You're tall. You're blond. You're on the swim team.. I was laughing too hard and I felt a little giddy. I was drinking mild drinks, though, and I was drinking them very slowly. I couldn't have passed out from the alcohol. I've always assumed that I was drugged. It's the only possible explanation for what happened to me.I don't remember anything that happened that evening, at least not until I regained consciousness with a near fatal headache. A couple of my friends asked me where I'd gone off to and I realized that they didn't know what happened. April was the last one to leave the party because she noticed Heidi was very drunk and she wanted to make sure her friend didn’t do something, or some one stupid. Once all the guests except April left she offered to help Heidi start cleaning the dishes. As she cleaned one of the dipping bowls she felt a hand placed on her ass. She turned around startled and surprised to see Heidi standing behind her, “What are you doing?!” she asked alarmed. “I’m grabbing your ass, what does it look like.” . As Saki lowered herself down my shaft again I looked at the computer screen. Jennie was attempting to pick up the smallest dumbbell with her pussy. She was squatting down on it and attempting to squeeze her legs together while trying to stand. She had no success. The peg on the top of the dumbbell easily slid out of her, leaving the dumbbell unmoved. I had to give her an A for effort. She had no training at all, but she was at least willing to try. But my attention to the computer screen was.