Just wanting to have a good, sexual time, she wasn’t looking to leave the swingers’ party with anyone. She was more looking to have multiple orgas...s than to find a man to marry and to give her a baby. A swinger’s, house party is where she could be herself. A swingers’, house party is where she could really let herself go, relax, and have a good, sexual time. A swingers’, house party is where she had the most fun. A swingers’, house party is where she had the bulk of her sexual relations. A. When Sarah got close to another orgasm, she lay back so I could reach her pussy with my hand, supporting her upper body with her arms spread back. I rammed my cock into Sarah’s ass, pinched her nipple hard and rolled her swollen pearl between my fingers. “Oh fuck. Oh fuck,” she screamed over and over, as her body heaved and shook for what seemed like minutes. Sarah may have cum once or twice outside, but this orgasm was her loudest, longest and most violent. I cannot say how an anal orgasm. So that’s why I want you to stop taking any birth control right now, so I can fuck you unprotected like last time.” Brett said in a serious tone.“Sure Brett that sounds great.” I said beginning to get a little wet.“Oh and tell Sam the same, I want to fuck her too. I’ve also heard Molly’s grown into quite a hottie herself, and I doubt she’s on anything, I mean you weren’t.” Brett said.“Yeah she isn’t.” I said getting wetter.“Good, well I gotta go, see you in a few days.” Brett said hanging up.I. She was wearing a black leather skirt and a blue blouse. Her feet were clad with black, high-heeled pumps. I was able to see the graceful curves of her calves and thighs under her patterned stockings. She cringed as a car whooshed above us, then set out on her way. I followed her at a safe distance. She was walking swiftly, using her crutches like an expert. At first, I didn’t see anything wrong with her legs. It seemed to me that she didn’t need crutches at all. This impression was enhanced.