The fishermen and boaters were gone for the day, and I was seeing the river as Lewis and Clark might have done in 1805. With a little imagination, one...could see the keelboats and canoes. It was very peaceful.I turned to go back into the house and saw a shape deep in shadows off in the corner, standing between the house and a large potted tree. I took two or three steps closer and froze. If my eyes weren't deceiving me, I was looking at Connie McLaughlin.I'd seen Connie around the places where. “Ah, I’m going to cum,” he grunted, shoving deeper inside her as his seed spurted. Natalie was lost in her own orgasm. It was like was experiencing a firework display just for her, as her pleasure exploded in bright flashes before her eyes. She closed her eyes, taking it all in, as her other senses overwhelmed to the point of paralysis.*** As Dan pulled on his clothes, he finally asked what he was most curious about. “You knew DJ was out of town, didn’t you? You came over anyway.” Natalie. Her face was full of mischief (as well as full of Chris' cock) as she stared into what he no doubt thought was his eyes, but in fact was a hidden camera. I could remember her so clearly, approaching us with her husband at the bar. Not any bar of course - the bar at a swingers club on the other side of town.Before we became parents, Chris had talked to me about his fantasy of taking me to swing club. He almost had me ready to try when instead I fell pregnant, and those thoughts flew away with. "Now, let me see those big cocks." She held her hand, covered in pussy juice, over her head and didn’t even turn to see which guy closed his mouth over it. Lydia giggled as the guys shoved each other, each trying to convince her to let him plunge into that warm soaking hole. But Kallie knew it wouldn't matter. Lydia would have already picked her man before they sat down. She just liked the show and the power she held over the poor bastards. Lydia stroked a few of the men's shafts before.