I wasn’t wearing my mindreading glasses, but I decided that whatever the problem was, it probably wasn’t about me. She slipped her hand down to my...crotch and started to rub my dick, but I pulled her hand away. ‘Sugar later,’ I said, giving her one more kiss, ‘baby first.’ The hotel had a fancy steakhouse (don’t they all?) and a casual sports bar, I have her the choice and she chose the latter, so as not to have to change clothes. As I understand it, in Austin she wouldn’t have had to change. The atmosphere was charged with a combination of relaxation and sexual energy. He kissed her back, then her ass, and then slowly put his fingers into her pussy, reaching in and hooking his fingers until he reached that spot along the back wall of her vagina. She gasped and her ass shot further into the air than it had since he started massaging her. She stayed like that, her face still buried in a pillow and her ass halfway in the air. He continued to finger her and she got wetter and wetter. I answer the phone and ask, “Hello Bill, what can I do for you?”Bill informs me, “Ms. Summers has plans to attend Elizabeth Morgan’s wedding and I thought we would talk about the security issues.”I think for a moment and decide that if Stacy is there it’s a good thing because then there won’t be an attack planned. I decide to play nice so I ask, “What are your thoughts Bill.”Bill suggests, “I was hoping to have six of our security there including myself.”I agree, “With all the Marshall Service,. They have the same bodies, but they must be wired differently in the head, because that's where the pleasure happens. So much of sex happens in a girl's head, along with her expectations. And, in the end, I think that was what drew me to swinging.First, it was not only all right with my mother, but she found the whole idea to be more than just "okay". Second, boys found me desirable. They saw me, and their dicks got stiff. And seeing a naked girl doesn't automatically give a boy a stiff one. If.