Julia and Max stood aside; while my loving boyfriend got naked from his waist and asked me to do the same.I took off my thong and climbed onto the bed...with him.I got on all fours and Daniel took me from behind; penetrating me softly and pumping me with long strokes. I moaned with pleasure, as I watched Max looking at us, not missing a single detail about how my boyfriend fucked me.I began moaning louder and closed my eyes; until I could not stand it anymore and exploded in a wild intense. I just couldn't seem to stop myself from making it worse. Then I opened my eyes and, grudgingly, nodded."I don't suppose we could just start over, could we?" I asked without any real hope.His roguish grin raised the temperature in the room by at least ten degrees. I felt like Little Red Riding Hood looking at the Big Bad Wolf. The devil on my shoulder promptly made me regret the analogy by wondering if it would be better to break with tradition and let the wolf eat me after all."No, I don't. So far, the bridge has stood the ravages of time. There was talk ofdemolishing the bridge, and even replacing it with a brand-new much-stronger bridge. But so far, nothing had come of the talk.This particular summer day, two apparent eleven-year-old girls wereholding hands and walking through the fields, chatting and enjoying thecompanionship and the outdoors. If one looked close enough, one wouldstill see two girls, unless one already knew them. In that case, onewould see residual signs. We received some responses, but nothing that really grabbed our attention. I was getting tired of looking and waiting for something to jump out. By this time the afternoon was over and it was late evening, and we had nothing set-up. We found a couple different ones that were okay and we tried responding to. They ended up being flakes. So here it was almost nine in the evening and nothing to do. We were both really horny and wanting something extra. She started questioning me about the swingers.