I had a splitting headache and felt sore and tender all over, I could not move for a while, I looked down at myself and noticed that quite a few butto...s on my blouse were in the wrong button holes and then I noticed that I did not have a bra on, and most of my left breast was sticking out of my blouse, I looked further down and my skirt had ridden up and my pussy was on show, I had no knickers on.I was in shock, scared and worried, I just lay there for another 20 minutes or so, trying to. Frankly, she was feeling a bit deprived and wanted to find some young male companionship. She knew she’d have to be careful though – jail was not part of her life plan.Jim went off to football practice, but his mind was on Miss Hunt. What a knockout. He hadn’t had any sex since coming home from the lake, and having gotten it several times a day for a few months, he was really feeling the effects. Somehow his right hand and a jar of Albolene were not a substitute.“Hi Jim,” said a high female. He was really that handsome as always, wearing the same tight shorts and the sweat shirt with the school logo, with cut off arms to show off the mountainous curves of his upper arm muscles. The veins of his biceps and the arms were bulged and pushed out to the surface by his heavy and the advanced muscles. The arm and neck holes of the sweat shirt were cut large enough to display an excess of black, curly hair spilling out. His long, black, curly hair was tied off in a ponytail and he carried a. I had a tequila shooter with mine. What can I say, getting drunk was starting to look like a good idea. Also, it is more culturally acceptable for me to spill my guts under the influence. Its a way that excuses someone from having to pay attention to all social custom and status. It allows one to speak their mind and not be taken as offensive. It also allows others to excuse or forgive behaviour… it was too much Sake. It is an old custom in my culture and a necessary one. It suited me just fine.