"Go on then try me," she challenged."You want more reassurance, you want your lover to make love to you." Got it in one."I knew I looked sheepish, but...I said it any way."Am I forgiven?"I think I've said it before, but anyway I'll say it again. Even then I was a big man and she was like a feather as I scooped her up in my arms and took her into my bed."I'm not sure yet," she said impishly as I lay her on the bed. "Persuade me."I did too and much, much later as we finally drifted off to sleep, I. "The top left nipple", hewhispered, grimacing.I stepped forward till I was a few inches from Lime's face. His blueeyes were fixed on mine. The blue itch in my mind was almost unbearable.It was almost like a voice. I reached up to pull the tube from theswollen nipple. It came away with a quiet pop. A few drops of colourlessliquid collected at the tip of the erect nipple.Then I realised that there *was* a very faint voice in my head, like thewhisper of a dying man lying at the bottom of a deep. . er. . . . um . . .Peter?" Said Debbie."Well, when I'm dressed, you can call me Marilyn, for a start." Yes, of course Marilyn, we will always call you Marilyn when you aredressed." Replied Debbie."Then, this is what we will do." He went on, "we will go into the houseand try to act as naturally as possible. I will just stand there smilingand saying nothing. Assuming that mum and Dad don't recognise me underall of this makeup, you will tell them that I am a girl friend who hasbeen to a fancy. You notice that I always refer to the activity as sharing. We didn't consider ourselves to be swingers. Suk and I defined swinging as a high production fucking of another's wife or husband. There was little friendship, but rather the exploitation of each other's sex organs. That just wasn't us. Any one that we shared each other with was truly a friend and the sex between us seemed much more rewarding, the orgasms more intense. There was no love between the couples, but there were strong.