She talked erratically and seemed to lose track of the conversation. I think she had consumed too much of her vodka drink. It didn't take long for her...to tell me what was on her mind. She asked me if I wanted to go out on the swing with her. I didn't know she had a swing! She took me out into her back yard. At the rear of her property line there was a high row of hedges and a large wooden two-person swing sitting several feet in front of the hedges. There were two palm trees, one on either side. I asked him about these parties, my concerns were about d**gs and unsafe sex. He told me safe sex was a rule, and d**gs were not allowed. THe parties are in a host's home and usually involve anywhere between 10 and 15 men, many of which (according to my new friend) were married and didn't want their wives and families to find out. I told him I'd think about it and a few days later I decided to give it a try, I emailed him and told him to put me on that guest list. The most recent meeting. Jealousy raced through his veins. Making love to her husband was one thing. He could do nothing about that but this ... this ... this ... thing--a thing that he helped create. “How could you?” he screamed, charging out from his lair. “Get off of him.”Elizabeth screamed with fear as Ygor yanked her down. She had no idea where he came from. “Get away from me,” she screamed. She twisted her body to break his grip but he was not about to let her go. This was what he’d been dreaming of. He finally. ”I sucked and licked and pulled at her nipple as she began to grind her clit against my pubis. Her vagina suddenly released my erection and then Kendi stiffened and her vaginal walls collapsed to grip me, when she came.“Vitamin BS?”“Baby Seed!”“How soon do you want me to inject you? I am starving.”Kendi reached behind her and turned our chair so it was towards our side. Kendi picked up a sandwich and offered it to me. I’m not a MENSA member, but I can recognize an obvious pattern when I see.