She then returned to the closet and tried on a white blouse, but discarded it quickly when she pulled out a light blue dress. It looked awfully small...at first. Then I realized it was one of those spandex-type form-fitting dresses.Jackie pulled the dress out and examined it like it was some sort of exotic artifact. Turning toward me and holding it up in front of her, she asked, "What do you think, too much?"I tried not to look like a drooling teenage boy, but I'm sure that I failed miserably. . I liked combing her red hair very much.“What is this?” she asked all of a sudden. “Are you asking for a swing?” she said sternly. “What?” I said, trying to win some time to figure out how to get out of this one. “Yes, you have got an answer, I saw it in your mailbox, I was reading it.” “And what does it say?” I asked a little hesitantly and a little afraid of what it might say.She read it for me. “Hi, we are a couple seeking some adventure with another couple. No joke and no bullshit. We are. Only such couples are admitted because performances are of interest only to women who love other women in this particular way. This theatre has always taken these natural tendencies to a high level of sophistication.The foyer is filling rapidly. Women dressed in elegant bespoke tailoring contrast with their bare foot companions who are all clad in identical dark cloaksA bell rings and the audience begins to move up the stairs to find their places in the gallery, a horseshoe shape of boxes, each. .I removed the gag, Ginny screamed, "Get your cock out of me asshole!"Josh replied, "I can't. I need to..." And he kept thrusting. Scott now recovering from the shock."Oh fuck, you fucking bitch. You conniving little cunt. I'm going to.." Going to what?" It was my mother in the doorway. "Going to report that you had sex with your daughter, thinking it was MY daughter?" Then she held up my phone. "Or maybe report that you're having sex with teenage girls in your house?" She pointed at the bed.