Most nights, I read books, or studied while jamming to music. It gave me time to think alone, and I enjoyed that. It was on one of my many nights alon... there when I happened to have one of the strangest experiences of my life. At about 3am or so, a woman stumbled through the gates, wearing clothes that left little to the imagination. I say clothes, but that's the loosest definition. She had on a deep red, lacy bra, under which her nipples were clearly straining to poke through, a matching red. I rarely imagined her when I used her toys sometimes but the off times that I did it just didn’t compare.She handed me her dress which I took out of the bathroom and temporarily into a small trash bin near the door because its smell was horrible and I couldn’t stand smelling it anymore.I went back to the bathroom and I finally got a full view of what she looked like under her clothes. Aside from the vomit and the mascara everywhere, she has freckles on her shoulders, which trickle down to the. Ben tried to speak, but the taste of Joe lingered on his lips, causing him to choke on his words. Joe smirked before pulling Ben towards the sofa, pushing him lightly backwards so that he was lay down. Joe straddled Ben; Ben felt the blood rush to his shaft, as it instantly hardened underneath Joe. Joe giggled feeling Ben’s semi-erect penis beneath him, Joe stuck his tongue inside Ben’s mouth. Ben moaned softly in to Joe’s mouth, trembling madly as Joe ran his hands up and down his chest. Joe. However that was in 1976 and another story, which I may recant later on. The wife swapping circuit now called swinging was where I found out that I was a born cuckold, I enjoyed watching Ruth getting fucked by other men and wanked myself silly whilst it happened.Ruth is now 70 but still a good looking woman, Ruth was a natural blonde although her hair now is silver, she is 5'6" and weighed around 9 stone at the time of the visit to London. Although she was 40 at that time she looked much.