Whose Home?
Mine. But How?
My head is pounding. My alarm is blaring and my butt hurts.
I am not used to drinking and those drinks have had to have been all booze in order to hit me this hard!
I take stock of my situation while turning off the alarm. I'm in my own bed. My shoes are under my yesterday's slacks in a heap on the floor. I'm still wearing my shirt, socks and panties although the lace waistband is riding just below but up to my butt cheeks.
I don't remember anything after Janelle telling me, "We have to get you home." How did I get in? How did I get my shoes and pants off?
My hand finds it's way to the pain in my ass and a discovery. Slipperiness! Left over lube. "Whoever was involved in last night, fucked me in the ass!"
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