As I wrapped my arms around him in a very intense hug, I could feel the passion between us and I knew that whatever we did it would be hot...I took my...shoes off and sat down at the picnic table with my feet dangling off the end as we talked. The night was warm and cars passing on the distant highway would light our profiles up just enough to see the longing in each other's eyes and the smiles that we were exchanging. As he leaned in to kiss me, he worked his way between my legs and I eagerly. In the way that most women are, she wasn’t looking for her soulmate, she was just looking for sex. Just wanting to have a good, sexual time, she wasn’t looking to leave the swingers’ party with anyone. She was more looking to have multiple orgasms than to find a man to marry and to give her a baby. A swinger’s, house party is where she could be herself. A swingers’, house party is where she could really let herself go, relax, and have a good, sexual time. A swingers’, house party is where she. . tastiest pussy that I’ve ever licked” I admitted with a wry grin.She looked at me, smiling at my admissions, and silent for a couple of minutes. I could see her thinking.“I want everything ... EVERYTHING ... from you in the next week ... and no regrets” she told me as she slipped her hand across and groped my huge erection.“You and I are going to be totally honest and open with each other this week ... I will be ... and I hope that goes for you too” she added.“Totally” I gasped with her small. "Boys, your father and I are going out with Frieda and Tony Wood tonight." This sentence woke me up late in the afternoon. The light was on. I sat up, rubbed sleep from my eyes, and looked around. Lanier and King were sitting, still naked (none of us boys apparently had been dressed all day, and as I found out later, Lanier and King had been in the pool while I was sleeping), in the two chairs in the room, and Ms. Wentworth was standing in the doorway, back-lit by the hall light, dressed in a.