Panting, gasping for breath, soaked in sweat, she finally came down. I told her to let me up. “Where you going?” she asked. “Just to turn the fa... on, don’t worry, I’m not going anywhere!” I said. She rolled off, releasing my cock from that wonderful pussy and collapsed face down on the bed. I jumped up, hit the fan, and jumped back onto the bed. “I want you doggie style. I want to see your fine ass cheeks bouncing as we fuck”, I told her. Katie pulled herself up on all fours, offering her. As soon as I got up and turned around I realized I was in trouble. It was my neighbor, the talker. She's short and wide, with curly red hair, about 40-45 years old if I had to guess. She was standing there in her blue scrubs holding a package and looking at me wide eyed. "This came to my house by mistake," she said. "Am I disturbing anything?"I tried to look her in the eyes. "Uh, no, not at all. I was just.. uhh.. relaxing." Mind if I come in for a second? Or are you going to leave me. For a paper bearing any similarity to one I had written a year ago, to turn up - in the middle of the Summer this shortly after the "Karen incident" - spoke of the full weight of the Office of Student Affairs bearing down on a single student. Me. This took time, planning and manpower. It spoke of an office willing to do whatever it took to squash me.And my single defense? Proving one of the university's celebrated Deans had a grudge because she caught me, not only cheating on her daughter, but. We spent the following morning trawling the internet searching for local couples who were interested in swinging. Eventually we found a couple who were new to this and equally as curious at trying this sort of thing; and they lived in the next town. We decided to meet up that evening in a pub near their home just to discuss things and see how we got on.We met Emma and Doug as they were ordering drinks at the bar. Doug was 6ft, short dark hair and pretty good looking; Lynne looked at me; I could.