Eric kisses my left ear and whispers into it, “Don’t worry I’ll be watching your every move.” I shudder at his breath against my ear as the fr...nt of my pants grows a bit smaller. “Keep this up and I don’t think I’ll make it to the stage tomorrow.” I say in a ragged voice. “Well than I’ll just satisfy you today and tomorrow till u can’t take anymore.” Eric says laying me on my back. I lay there as he stands up and grabs my pants and boxers than swipe them off with a quick motion. My small hard. “Okay, so underneath this tough exterior, beats the heart of a romantic softy. Please don’t tell anyone that. Okay, what are you going to sing for me next?” He asked.“How about the song I want to be played at our wedding, ‘From This Moment On,’ by Shania Twain.”“You sure are getting this marriage stuff figured out already,” Brad commented.“I’m dreaming a little already, I guess, but you know my parents met and fell in love when they were seventeen and were married at twenty. Even though we’re. I slid my hands down my thighs, keeping my legs closed tight to hold the g-string between my cheeks as long as possible. It finally pulled free, and as I bent over and lifted my legs in turn to step out of the flimsy underwear, the assembled swingers got their first look at my shaved lips. Murmurs of appreciation rose, but quietly, as if they didn't want to break the spell I was casting over them. I covered my pussy with one hand and turned to them again. I sank to my knees, then spread them. They returned empty handed sometime after 5PM. The time stamp seemed to be accurate. Just when I was about to give up, because the image had gone dark again. It was a long time before a cars headlight showed up on the screen. The car could have belonged to a catfisherman, but he had no boat. When he climbed from the car he did have a large flashlight."So what is he doing?" I asked."I have no idea. He doesn't appear to have a rifle, and he isn't really dressed for a walk in the swamp. I bet he.