I stand up, wide awake and almost frozen stiff. I walk slowly yet with purpose towards the window, shining it's light on me and bathing me in the only...source of warmth that charms me to get closer.I stop in front of the window and I look outside, the white warm sun shines it's burning life on the snowy fields outside, the hills and the trees covered in white fluffy snow. Blessing snow that makes everything look the same, snow that makes the world look so terrifying beautiful, snow that hides. His ass was cute but not as cute as hers and his cock was an average size. By the time their drinks arrived his cock was growing rapidly. The bartender was smiling as he left their drinks. He approached the other couple, who ordered drinks and said something no one else could hear. As the bartender turned to leave the lady patted his butt and he turned his head and smiled at her. I was wondering if he would let me pat his butt and I ordered another drink he brought it and I left another $5 tip.. I had no desire to watch my sexy wife with another man and she did not want to watch me fuck another woman. We started swinging because Julie was a bisexual exhibitionist and I was a voyeur who loved girl/girl situations. In addition to being swingers we also enjoyed the BDSM lifestyle at least recreationally.We had been to several swingers parties and we had partied with a few other soft swap couples before Gary and Lisa contacted us through a swinger's website. They emailed us a picture of. Was he talking to you, or to himself? "I can barely make this out." "What's that?" She asks. "Oh, this print. It is so small. I can barely read it." I move closer to her and whispers: "Would you mind reading a bit of this aloud to me?"She is taken aback, and says nothing for moment. Then she musters a response. "Oh... sure." "I can barely make this out..." "Oh, small print?" she stammers. "Sure... let's see..." She can feel her heartbeat in her chest.It is a large book, and I place it over her.