He’s bald and pot bellied but not really fat. He remained as good natured and charming as when I had met him so many years prior. During the chat o... the evening, he mentioned having problems with an electrical circuit in his home. I have a basic understanding of home electrical circuits and I offered to come by and do some investigating. We agreed on time and date and I showed up tool bag in hand. With in a half an hour I had nailed the problem to a faulty circuit breaker and even had a new. And the first step is to let him fuck me like he did you, while I lick your pussy until you flip! Does that sound like something... or would you rather take your dog and go home... ?" Oh... ooooohhhh, Barbbbb... do it... do it for meeee, pleeasssseeeeee... ?"Don tipped the hostess after she'd seated them, the unnecessary gratuity irking Steve. He intended to mention it, but the immediate appearance of the waitress killed the intention. She was young, shapely, and attractive faced. Don. It’s wonderful…Do you think I should let him take some photos of me…..If I agree to that do you think I should let him video me sucking his cock and the two us fucking …would you like to see the pics and video?….if he takes some pics I’ll email them to you with the details of our fuck…I think I’ll have him take pics of my pussy and ass impaled on his huge throbbing cock…and I’ll definitely have some pics of his come all over my tits and face or wherever he decides to unload…if he does video us. ” “You mean to dance?” “What? No, John, this isn’t a dance. This is a swingers’ party. As in swinging. As in open sex.” Then it hit her. “Oh my God, you thought swing party meant music?” I was so embarrassed, my cheeks must have been beet-red. Lucy smiled and hugged me. “Don’t worry. You’ll be fine.” Steve came back with three glasses of wine. Lucy told him about our conversation. “John thought swing meant music and dancing,” she explained. “Oh. Um, no problem. The wine will relax the nerves.