I should have paid more attention to the punch.To regress here, let me explain that the "Stallion" information pack mentioned that some of their membe...rs were grad students, including pre med. They had access to various medicines. You should also know that I do not smoke, or know anything about "street" drugs.I and the other three ladies, by chance, went to the toilet at the same time. One gal said that this was her second time with the "Stallions." "I really like the punch." We all looked at. She slept in my room in the rocking chair, if I needed anything. I asked her to go to her room and sleep, if necessary I would call her.She did not listen. She was shaking in cold, I asked her to sleep under my blanket.Setu promptly came over. Seemed, she was waiting for my call. She was hugging and holding me with her left hand on my back. Her boobs were crushing on my belly. I realized, she was not wearing anything inside her shirt. I loved my wife very much, I did not want to cheat on her,. They had their big cars, Chris liked the under stated lines of his 911 while she chose a Mercedes SLK 320. They ate wherever they liked and enjoyed some of the more exotic locations for holidays. Their clothing reflected their lifestyle, designer labels prominent as a badge of office.Then they started society swinging. It began merely as an idle interest at first rather than a need to spice up a flagging marriage. Neither could remember which of them found the web site or made the application. I was kind of a fussyeater, and was attacking my cone one tiny lick at a time, careful notto drip on my dress."Bye, Donald," I said, walking out of the store, my short stepsexaggerating, I'm sure, the sway of my hips. I was certain Donaldwatched my every step.I was smiling to myself now; I was being "hit upon." A boy became allflustered because he was flirting with what he thought was a girl.Obviously, he must have felt I was a very pretty girl, and, I wondered,wasn't he a bit old to hit on a.