(Just about everything here is country, being that we live in Madera California about 30 miles north of Fresno. In the middle of fucking nowhere!)So f...llowing my carefully laid plan I called Mark from my cell phone and asked him to come fix my car. He's done it for me before -- since he's the one that originally helped me pick out my sweet little vintage 1971 four-eleven G-type. He's always lusted after it and would drive it whenever I let him. (My family's rich, his is poor.)So Mark pulled up. Me like I said I always smile when I think about it. Now what can you tell me little lady?”“That was pretty fucking hot” she said. “I hate to admit this to you but my pussy is pretty wet right now just from listening to your story”. “I’ve often wondered what it would be like to have sex with another woman and you’re story might just tip the scales if you play your cards right and I can talk a friend into it.”“That’s nice to hear” I said “I’m looking forward to you talking someone into joining. One hand on her tit, the other sliding into her panties, fingers move down until,"Oh, fuck! Baby, you are so wet." "You make me that way, love."Bringing his soaked fingers up to her mouth, she opens for him, licking her juices off his fingers.He cannot contain the growl like moan that escapes him. He has to taste her. He falls to his knees, ripping the lace panties off her body, letting the pieces fall to the floor. He smells her sweet musk, and it drives him wild with lust. He wraps his arms. I began to wonder just when all the free-swingingsex was going to kick in. The Pussy Cats were snuggled uptogether and I noticed that as we talked and drank our wineJulie’s hand was between Kim’s thighs, quite clearlystroking her pussy. Not urgently, not rushed just softgentle, almost fingertip, caresses across her cottonpanties. Mid conversation Kim stood up and slipped her panties off,revealing a rich carroty muff framed by her pale ivory skinand sat back down, but now with her.