But you get the idea. Women are a frickin mystery. They are all different from one to another and the complexity rises when they all can be different ...n different nights. That my friend is the cool thing... The mystery. If you can learn to like all that vs just getting irritated with a woman's complexities, then swinging might work for you. But consider this... Can you handle doing all that multiple times a night? That's why one or two women was plenty for me. But "the mystery" is not the only. I remembered her from the barn raising. I had watched her pee a couple of times and I had seen her pussy too. She explained to me that the Amish only had sex to have children, that they only did it after dark with the lights out, and that her husband would pull her nightgown up, poke her for a minute or two, and then pull her nightgown back down again.I told Theresa and the girls about when my wife was alive and we would get naked and run around the house together, we would take baths together,. His joy turned to horror as he watched helplessly as she fell. Rushing towards her, he was too late to catch her. He fell next to her and immediately felt for a pulse. Upon finding one, he took deep breaths to calm himself. Calling her name, and gently stroking her face, he tried to get a response from her. He started shaking when he saw blood seeping into the ground underneath her head. He reacted. He took off one of his gloves to use as a bandage. He pressed gently while maneuvering to move. When he opened his eyes, she had her smartphone taking a picture.“Heather!”She laughed and took a few more pictures.“Don’t you send that to anyone.”She put the phone down and sucked on his cock again, dripping saliva onto it, and slurping on it.Careful not to trip with the skates on, she swung a leg over him and straddled him, now recording his face. He made faces at her while she laughed. She dipped a finger in his mouth and recorded him sucking on it.His hands were on her thighs, sliding up,.