“I bet I sound rather silly to you now,”“Not at all. It’s not something you need to be ashamed of.” Rachel couldn’t believe she had just s...id that. “Perhaps you’d like to try it here and now. Mastrubating, that is,” she said with a little smile. “HERE? Now?” “Why not? If this is how you used to be able to relieve stress, why not try again?” She began to unbutton her shirt and changed her tone to be as seductive as she could possibly comprehend. “I’ll even help,” she said with a smile.This got. As his finger ran up and down my clitoris, I kissed him he tasted of coffee. Dizzy with pleasure I let him lift me onto the table and pull my nightgown up around my hips “Is this ok?” he whispered into my ear as his fingers delve deeper into me, pulling my knickers to one side as he pushed his warm cock up close “Oh yeah, yeah I want it now mark” she murmured. H e positions himself at my hot wet pussy open and waiting for him as he lays me on my back on the table he pushes my nightgown up and. I drew the line at noisemakers, though. A few women struck me as so gorgeous they looked out of place, and I wondered what the hell they were doing at a swap party. If I had a girl that good-looking, no way I would share her. One was so hot I would have offered my face if she wanted to sit down. In my opinion, most of the men were not attractive. More beer bellies than a Weight Watchers meeting. The swingers turned out to be a wild bunch. Scenes I witnessed in the first hour: an older woman. The hard look he gave me put a menacing, without words, 'OR ELSE' at the end of the sentence. I shit you not, while Rose Ann and I were putting our things away, I told her about her Dad and his unspoken 'OR ELSE'. Rose Ann laughed and seconds later walked into my bedroom with a pistol in her hand and struck a gangster moll pose. "Well, maybe Dad gave me this to keep you safe! Or maybe to keep me safe from you," she joked. "Yea, right! After three years of your saying no to dates I'm suddenly.