"Sheila Tucker. That's my name, according toAlan. Ole' Miss Sheila Tucker." She paused and just sat there, lookingat me. "Do you want to know... a...little secret, Natsuko?"She put her legs down and leaned forward. I leaned forward."I'm not Sheila Tucker!" she whispered, then cackled lowly, so it wasalmost a breath."You're not?!"She took a deep, sharp breath. "No! Sheila Tucker died eight yearsago!" She spread her arms wide. "I'm her apprentice!" What happened?!'The Mistress shrugged. . Our bedtime talk continued, and we would fantasize that we were open to full swaps, and the images in my mind of Liz at the soft swing parties, and how she reacted to the advances of other men, was a complete turn on for me, and Liz seemed to enjoy the stories also. So one evening after we had been very playful, I asked Liz if she would be open to making our fantasy a reality. I was shocked at her response, which she said with a playful look in her eye, “If my husband asked me to do it, I would. ‘ Oh yes, lick my swollen clit’ she said. I got down and started to stroke my fingers up and down her huge mound, I pulled the flaps open and started to encircle her clitoris with my tongue. At the same time i stroked up and down her pussy flaps with my fingers. It wasn’t long before her hips were bucking and she was getting close to orgasm. ‘Put your fingers in now!’ she said, again I did as I was told and 2 fingers slid gently into her very very wet hole. Suddenly she moaned very loudly and. My hair was curled into beachy waves, reaching my lower back. I had no idea who these people were, I just moved her from a small town where outfits like mine were burned, along with anything that could be registered as sexy. I was enjoying my freedom, in the past every party in my little town consisted of stuck-up bitches with perfect bodies that they covered in expensive jeans. I was out of my element, and I loved it. Wherever we went in this house people made way for us and snuck glances at.