" That's when I found out it was a swingers party.I wasn't sure what to do. Then I thought, what the heck. I was an adult; like most men I'd wondered ...bout things like this. I decided to attend.I unhooked my camper and drove to the nearest town which luckily was only five miles away. I went in the store and bought myself a cowboy hat, vest and cowboy boots. They didn't have any toy guns but I did buy a big belt buckle and a Bowie knife with a sheaf. I thought I looked pretty good. It reminded. First slowly, then a little faster and faster I was then bobbing my head up and down, making slurping and sometimes a gagging sound when I got it a little deeper. No, I was not yet ready for a deepthroath... I couldn't manage that yet, ow hard I tried it this time and some times before. And he knew... Rubbing his hands through my hair he did not wanted to force me to do it. Keep going my head up and down, licking the shaft with my tongue I noticed the twitching of his cock did become stronger. .They were speaking in Russian so I cleared my voice and questioned, "What the hell is going on?"They all began talking at the same time, this time in English, but it was almost as bad as when they were speaking Russian.Finally the older woman said, "Shhh! I will tell the story."Banzai and the younger girl began making out (the lucky bastard) while the older woman said, "My name is Masha, we were at the local bar when a drunken person broke the rat track..."I interrupted, "Rat track, what the. I had kept a careful watch of the ground, as I circled the property. I noticed fresh scuffmarks, here at the older section of the wall.The Mansion had not been lived in for the past 15 years, since the death of the last Clinton. The woman Phillip had been following, was not related to the Clinton's, as far as I knew.I sighed, and climbed the wall. I paused at the top, and looked around. I looked down and saw deep depressions of where someone had landed heavily, when they had come over the.