Logan e-mailed me two weeks after we had met Clarissa and him at the nudist camp. He wrote that they were headed back to the camp next week. He sugges...ed we join them. I had some vacation time so I ran the idea by Nancy. She said, "I would like to go back, Jim, but I'm a little nervous being with Logan. He and Clarissa are into swinging and I felt a little pressured the last time." "Well, I didn't think he pressured us. Yes, he tested the waters but they dropped it." "Jim, do you ever think. He was kissing me wildly on my mouth and my ears and panting as he fucked me again and again….”The Power of the Confession!” I wasn’t afraid to tell him other exciting things! At this point in our young marriage when I started thinking about other confessions my pussy got so hot that if Hubby wasn’t around I’d dip into my toy box and climax and orgasm and make my own “Yes” sounds.Then, one day, he came home from work…and announced…”Phyllis…I’ve got a surprise for you…come into the living. There was a napkin beside one plate. The other had gotten blown off the table, perhaps by the wind of her passing, and was on the floor. She bent over to pick it up.Kris saw that gorgeous bubble butt in those tight jeans and just couldn't resist. He reached and slapped her right cheek as she grasped the napkin. She froze and her head slowly turned to look up, over her shoulder."Ow," she said softly.There was a smoky look in her eyes. He could see both of them now, because her hair had fallen. She had breasts that were the same size as mine, though her nipples were a deep pink in color, but like me, she had trimmed her pussy hair fairly close so that her lips showed up nicely.Her lips were pouting and wet, and she smiled at me again."Just to see if you still taste as good," she said, and then went down on her knees while I stood there by the side of the bed, and the next thing I knew she was licking away at my pouty cunt lips.Jack was sitting on the edge of the bed and he was.