We turned up at a local swingers bar. We've both been before and thankfully it was somewhere that didn't realize that we were mother and son. That was...a family secret and that's the way it was going to stay. (If you read my previous story you'll know that my Daughter's friend Cora also knows - she's such a filthy girl that I'm okay with that. Occasionally she'll try to bribe me to have sex with her to keep quiet and I go along pretending that she will - we both know we are both just horny as. Anyway, the artist liked me for some reason, but he kept painting the guy I had wandered off with, the other two people were nowhere to be found. Somehow I slid behind the artist to see all that he was doing, and made a few suggestions of what the guy would like since the guy was being a total jerk and just complaining. The artist smiled and did just what I had said, so I slipped back to inspect the rest of the produce. There were these little candies that were yellow and were about the size. Till I came in a rushing torrent. He kept drinking down the juice flowing from me till I stopped cumming and lay back panting. I must have been moaning because we had attracted a few more people so much for it usually being deserted I thought to myself. I looked around and saw two more guys heading towards us from the service road then realised that while we had been busy and not paying attention a few trucks had pulled in. Both these guys looked reasonably fit like they worked hard. Not like. "To Little it seemed like the lights in her hazel eyes danced like the lights in the crystal."And then to some they're just rocks," she said, plonking the crystal back down on the shelf. "I don't think your wife would be impressed with a pretty rock do you."Little's wife, Melissa, was a practical girl. It was what had attracted him to her in the first place, although sometimes he wished she'd show a more whimsical side, especially in the bedroom. The shopkeeper was right. She was unlikely to be.