Our six became eight though eventually they had to move away to the other end of the country.Whilst none of us wanted to indulge in partner swapping w...en we were together with us girls dressed in our sexy gear we did a lot more without partners than would be normally socially acceptable up to and including having sex. Not all the time, but not infrequently either. Somehow our shared love of kinky clothes had established a trust between us that allowed such behaviour. It was a very few months. Maybe she knew more about guys’ balls than I had thought. I hope the others came as good as Trish and I did, it seemed like it. Not Mary, of course, who remarked with a real giggle while we others were still recovering: ‘I don’t know if I can put this in my diary.’ We all had to laugh, despite our state. After a gasp or two, Jean replied: ‘You won’t forget. I kept a diary on the way to Europe, but there are lots of things that aren’t in it that I remember, … not just like this. … There wasn’t. He was quick to notice and praised me lavishly, making me blush deeply."When my husband went to work, I went in the kitchen to do the dishes. The man stood beside me and started flirting with me. I blushed and replied shyly. He ran his hand up my behind. I shivered and almost swooned. I stared blankly as he felt up my ass, telling me how sexy I was and how much I turned him on. I was paralyzed, breathing shallowly, my pussy feeling alive, heating and filling with moisture."He squatted behind me. What do you want for your birthday.Well, I already have much of everything.What do you wish for your birthday mom?I always wanted your dad to eat my pussy for my birthday,but he always promises and never did carry on his promises until he died.My friends husband eat their wife pussy, and they told me how good it was, better than fucking.That is what I wants.Your dad is gone now, and I will never have the feel of men tongue eat my pussy.Well,don't give up you hope yet mom.What do you mean Jeff,.