Only, with life having a way to bite me in the ass, maybe had I married Sue, I’d be standing here with Yvonne at a swingers’ party wishing I had m...rried Yvonne instead of Sue. As soon as we stood by the bed, I kissed her, really kissed her, French kissed her for the first time. Accustomed to having a steady diet of Yvonne’s passionate kisses or a swinger’s meaningless kisses, it felt so different to kiss another woman in such a loving, special way, especially one who looked like her. Something. The sky darkened as evening started to set in.Jason, Josh and Morris stopped at the top of the hill to survey the slow moving stream ahead. They had managed to ditch their bright orange prison jumpsuits when they plundered a remote campsite a few hours earlier. Now they wore plaid shirts and jeans. Josh carried a rifle and some rope he found at the same campsite while Jason and Morris carried big hunting knives.Down below them two girls sat in a bright red canoe, but it was bit far to see. 'I positioned myself again, my ass high in the air as my boyfriend stayed kneeling in front of me. 'Shadow, here boy!' I called, giving a quick whistle. The dog looked up and saw my ass waving temptingly in front of him. Stepping towards me he started licking my cunt again, pushing his tongue deep inside my pussy. I gave moans of pleasure as he licked his way to my ass and back, digging his tongue deep into my two holes.Then without warning, he leapt up again and wrapped his paws around me,. He made his way to the front door and knocked, terrified that he was being set up but never more determined to experience additional discipline from this amazing woman. Mother Africa opened the door. “Go around to the back,” and she shut the door in his face.Making his way to the backyard, John knocked again. This time, a Black man answered the door. Wearing a t-shirt, jeans, and Timberland boots, he clearly resembled Mother Africa in his attire but John had no idea what to say to him. He.