We talked about a blowjob, anal, mutual masturbation while watching porn, or me fucking her with her big dildo. Now I was horny too, and suggested we ...ind a guy on our swinger site who had previous certifications, to come over for a one time blowjob from her. Walk in, drop pants, get blown, cum, and leave. The big obstacle with a stranger was inviting them in our house without knowing anything about them. That's when she mentioned a guy we had been trying to meet up with. We had chatted on kik. Cindi didn’t know what weapon they were going to use as they had covered her head to protect her face. She heard the gun and felt the pellet as it struck her nipple causing an instant sharp pain. Cindi cried out but the men only chuckled. They knew there would be no damage just pain. Each man took his turn causing bruising and redness all over her tits, which swung back and forth in pain. Only when they hit the bells, was the pain reduced.The next weapon was the paint ball gun. They had to. I knew that she had just activated adevice to mixed audio signal. It was a standard tool to preventinterceptions of our conversation. "Why are you smiling, Grasshopper?" Ron's flat-accented voice emergedfrom mom's lips. His attention was focused onto the road but he seeminglymanaged to observe my reaction. Grasshopper. That was my cue to loosen up my Kimberly's persona and letmy real psyche came to the surface. I shrugged and with Kimberly's sparkling eyes I stared my mom/mentor. Idropped my. Steered away from politics (she hated Trumpian semen inside her, on her breasts, in her mouth.) Sports bored her, not that I really cared. She liked movies, but he didn’t really have much to say about the stars of the upcoming sequels.At the same time there was a magic to drawing him through it. The casual homogenized conversation just enthusiastic and vanilla enough to put a doubt in his mind. Had it really happened? Had his tongue really been on her clitoris, her hands on the back of his.