“Thank you, babe.” I whispered to my anonymous brand new friend.Then I heard the door open and close on the other side.I turned to look at the oth...r hole and I was pleased to see a cock already sticking through. I quickly moved to it. I started to lick and kiss a magnificent hard dick. I let the cock slide into my mouth and I started to steadily pump it with my mouth. My hand reached down and I found my soaked pussy. I started to rub my clit as my mouth pumped the wonderful cock. I could still. Mike didn't try to stop me, and once I was in the car, he couldn't. I didn't bring my phone with me!Five minutes later and was standing at Bill’s door, knocking.The lights came on, and he opened the door, "Kathleen! Umm hi. Is everything OK?" I know it's late but... can we fuck?"Bill didn't ask about our rules of swinging. He didn't even ask if Mike knew where I was. Bill put his hand inside my unbuttoned shirt to pull me in closer to him, and inside his living room, kissing me the whole. The root of the problem was that my surrogate father and I never got along. That's putting it mildly. I call him surrogate because he was not my biological father and--he never married my mother. I said, "putting it mildly" because after he came on the scene, I was constantly in minor trouble with the law to spite and antagonize him.You see, I was five and my sister, Roberta, was barely two when my real father died in a car crash in 1945. By the time I reached ten, Shithead, as I called him,. Making him smoke the cigarette in a very exaggerated feminine way amused Katie just as much as watching Agatha spanking him."Go and beg Agatha to teach you makeup." Katie laughed once she was done playing with him.Agatha made the weekend total hell for Dave, she worked him solidly until midnight on Saturday before she unfastened his maids dress and locked him in the cupboard under the stairs for the night.Next morning Dave felt like hell, and he did not get through serving Miss Agatha her.