.kissing my neck...fondling my massive mounds and tugging at my nipples...I could feel the strain...I wanted to break free..but..the pleasure I felt.....my 'woodcutter' then lifted my leg..and me..being the age I am...thought..'fuck..I need to balance too..' but my weight rested on the 'surprise' behind me..I had no knickers on..(convenient)..and I felt my woodcutter's rigid cock touch my pussy lips..playing and teasing the sopping lips..and I began to feel embarrassed as there was a stream of. " "What if you had a hall pass, would you fuck her then?" He looked me square in the eyes, "Only if you would take a hall pass from me." He had answered my question. He would like to fuck a strange woman, but only if I would fuck a strange man. "Would you like to find a group of swingers, and join them for a night? Just to see what it's like?" "I don't know, maybe... okay," he answered, not sure of me or what I had asked him. "It would be okay with me too. I think you would like a strange piece. When he turned and laid his eyes on my body, I could feel them, the footprints they left in the playground of my body. I put the cigarette in my mouth and untied my wrap, shaking it from my shoulders, now standing in just my lingerie, sans panties, and my costume emerald jewelry. He smiled and walked closer, ”You are beautiful,” he commented then took my cigarette. His eyes glancing at the diners, burying themselves in conversation and gestation.I turned my head to take in the view, everything. Greta found two other girls about her age and they spent most of the time together. She did invite me to go horse-riding one day, and I noticed that the girls had acquired a couple of boys. Not at all surprising, all three girls were very pretty. So I was left to myself most days and spent the time at the gym which was very well appointed. I was amused at the looks on the trainers’ faces when the man with a limp and a stick raced round the weights and the cross-trainers. At the cabin, on its.