..One time, several years ago, I expressed my interest in a gang bang with a great friend of mine. I told her that I would like to do it for my birth...ay. But, I didn't want to feel like I was a real slut or whore. So, needless to say, I was quite hesitant about really going through with it. You see, I used to go to swingers parties with her. She and I are very different. When we would go to these parties, she would be the first naked and would fuck pretty much anyone that wanted to fuck. I said “Itti subh subah?” . She said “Mai sochi late ho gayi”. I showed her the room where she would stay, a 15×15 store room. I introduced her to the kitchen and asked her to make m=a cup of coffee. I jerked off in bathroom remembering her face and deep cleavage and busty ass but didn’t unload myself. She sai sir coffee ban gayi.I came to the drawing room and was staring constantly at her. She didn’t mind. She was sitting on the ground I asked her to get up and sit on the sofa. She gave me a. So what's yours?" Gene asked."Sexless marriage. Twice a year is enough for her and not near enough for me. And a problem with sexual compatability." I answered, impressed with their openness."Sexual compatability?" Paula piped up... opening her blouse wide open and offering me a view of both breasts at the same time... and both rock hard nipples exposed to the cool air. "What kind of compatability problems?" I don't want to be crude but there aren't many ways to explain it without being. ’ ‘What if I carry you to their door like this and ask if we can come in? Then all we need to do is fall on the bed, or the floor.’ ‘What if she gets wild and decides to trade?’ ‘You do have interesting thoughts. Two different cocks in the same night? Me getting it on with my own sister? I didn’t know you were kinky.’ ‘I didn’t either. It just came to me. Let’s see what happens.’ As we got to the top of the stairs, Beth let out a loud scream. Sharon squeezed me hard and giggled. By the time we.