She questioned where we could even find another guy to do that. I told her about the local swinger mags. I could tell she was very excited at the idea...The next day I dropped by a bookstore and bought three different swinger mags and brought them home to her. She was like a k** in a candy store. I had her call 2 different ads that single men had put in the mags and talk to them herself. I had this weird feeling of jealousy and excitement at the same time. I didn't know how I would handle. I knew she was terribly embarrassed by the process but that her devotion to duty required her to do it herself to make certain she was getting the sample without any contamination attached. It required her to hold my shaft out straight and cradle it in her tiny fingers with a gentle touch. The softness of her finger tips generally made me produce oodles of pre-cum and she sucked it up in her tube with transparent glee.I looked over her shoulder and saw her long black hair draping down over her. Moments later, he was gone and Constance was alone in the narrow cot, unable to believe what had just happened. What she’d permitted, and what she had done. Daisy would be furious if ever she knew what had gone on this night, and Walter … what might he do? She rose and washed herself, then climbed back into bed. Her sleep was full of soft-hued dreams of what had just gone on. Made love, she had been made love to for the first time. Not taken, not used, not made to succumb to foul desires. All. No clearer message then that. I tell ber I would but I couldn't their in the parking lot because I don't have any tools. She says she has some at home and I should follow her back. So in my head I'm going to fuck her everyway I can tjink of and then make shit up. Back at her house she says come in so she can change. I sit in the kitchen and she goes where ever to cbange. She pops her head out and asks if I want any5himg to drink, bjt I say nothimg now and as she turns around she makes sure I'm.