"Do you two swing?"I sputtered a bit and explained that, first of all, we were just dating, and that we had no idea this was the case or I would not h...ve brought Kristen with me.Ed smiled, "No worries, she is a beautiful woman, so I had to ask." Not a problem. Can we get down to business?" I said, feeling a bit uncomfortable.More so for her, and what this would mean to our relationship than I was for myself.Ed spoke to the room, a bit louder now. "As we have mentioned prior to this little. ” With that Smitty threw me face first down on the bed, “Get that ass in the air,” he demanded. I complied, arching my back, raising my pert lilly white ass. Smitty gave my left cheek a stern slap, then rubbed it with his palm. A second slap, rub. A third slap got the gasp out of me he was looking for. “Step right up Bro.” Smitty said offering my bald pussy and reddened ass for the taking. I could see in the mirror, Kevin unbuckled his pants, dropped his shorts, but he wasn’t quite up. She dared not think too strongly of the thirteen months before his ship would make port again, nor the storms, nor the distractions of exotic women in the Spice Islands or China, or the South Seas. She blushed as she remembered him telling of the women there who wore little but a skirt made of paper cloth, how they would splash happily in the waters with a hungry child attached to one breast. Soon this would be her fate she mused, unbuttoning the top three buttons of her bodice as she never. Then how enjoyable the show was, followed by disastrous results of Deborah advances . Ending with the story about Rick on the train and how he reminded her of Jethro Bodine. Apartment on Bacon hill Acorn street is a quaint little street its one lane is paved with cobblestones bordered by brick paved sidewalks dating back to the 1820s Delicate row houses line one side, and on the other are the doors to Mt. Vernon's hidden gardens. The only.