Kay doesn't need Steve." You really are an innocent!" Pearl said. "Because Kay's got her own men too. And her own women. They swing together. They're ...wingers. That's how they first met, at some swingers' convention, from what I hear." Pearl leaned forward. "But Honeybuns, you haven't told me yet how Bea talked you into joining us for this fabulous night. To do whatever we do. Especially looking the way you do, like one of the... uh... girls. What happened? Does Bea have something on you? Did. Finally, I looked up and, "Yes, I want there to be a next time." Fine," Marla said with a large smile. Reaching over her desk she handed me a card. "Here's the address of a hotel and the room number. One of my other girls has a scheduling problem. I was going to call him to cancel but... Do you want the money?"Just the thought of doubling the amount of money I was putting in my book bag made me decide quickly. Nodding my head I said, "I'll do it!"Window shopping with actual money in my book bag. She knew he liked to see her in lingerie and he would buy it for her but she never would have guessed that he secretly has been wearing pink panties and enjoying the womanly scent produced by her pussy. He told her he didn't want to lick her down there because it was dirty but had no problem with her mouth on his cock. She did not know that her husband was wearing and sniffing panties long before they met and married over five years ago. It started when he was a freshman in college. Tricia was. It took over an hour, but the city bus dropped me at the door of the interstate bus station. One thing about St. Louis, there was a bus going somewhere every few minutes, every day of the year. So I checked the regular schedule. A few minutes later I shook my head. Either I had been there, or through there, or didn't want to go anywhere near the places listed. I wondered if there was no place for me. I thought for a moment about the small, carefully sealed pill container in my pack. What did.