’ You look to the staircase and that’s when you notice the trail of red rose petals strewn around, leading to the second floor. You smile and put ...he card back in its place. You walk slowly around to the stairs and up them, looking down at the petals under your feet, noticing the pleasant change in texture from the carpet. Up the stairs and down the hallway, the roses are leading you. Into my bedroom door. The only light on the second floor is still more candles, this time their orange light. We always did it in his car, sometimes just around the corner from my house. Like I'd call and ask and beg him to pick me up and he'd say he was busy, or working, or whatever. But I'd keep bugging him until he'd come over and I'd say I was running to Jen's house for a bit, but I'd run outside, jump in Deke's car and just three minutes later we'd be parked and I'd be sucking that huge cock of his, or he'd be stretching my little fifteen-year-old pussy hole with it.At least I'd gotten used to the. We had been dabbling in the swinging lifestyle for about a year, with only girl-girl or soft swap experiences. It seemed like we just hadn’t met a couple with whom we were prepared to take that big step. Just few weeks earlier, we joined a new swinger dating website and met many local couples. We were amazed at how many hot couples we met, and we were anxious to turn those meetings into full swap experiences. It was 5:00pm on Saturday, and I had just finished giving directions to. Victoria and I were very muchin love.The next week was much the same. I practiced make-up, walking andmannerisms. I cooked and cleaned.I went for lunch with Clive who I did software work for. He had saidthat he wanted to meet Melissa and be supportive so had offered to buyme lunch. We had a long chat about my change of appearance and hiscomplimented me. "I am very impressed and would never have known thatyou were not as you seem. I would have made a move on you in a bar."He had some ideas.