He said that he also had a special relationship with certain, um, arrangements, too. Jumping to conclusions, I said, “Oh are you and your girlfriend...swingers, too?” He laughed and asked if I’d like to see the rest of the house. I followed him and we talked about my lifestyle and some of the fun things I had done. I was curious about him and his girlfriend and was about to ask when we came to a door. He said, “This may shock you,” and he opened the door. When he turned on the lights I was indeed. The answer was quite plain: it was Geri’s father that soured her on the thought of melding her life with a man. Geri’s father was a golden child in the eyes of the community, but to his children, he was a ghost. When he was home, no one was allowed to hold a very deep conversation with him. He rarely showed true emotion. He was a paycheck with legs and a $800 overcoat. Or so that is what he told Geri’s mother when he left. Geri was just 13 at the time, but she remembered that day as vividly as. He pulled her pants off, then starting at her navel, continued in the direction he was going. He felt soft hair. He loved the little patch she left after waxing. Then his tongue found the top of her warm slit. He felt her jump when he reached a small hard button. When he stopped, she gave a small cry of dismay. He pulled his shorts off letting his shaft free. Fran sat up and took it in her hand, letting it slide back and forth over the full length, felling the warmth, the smooth skin, the hard. .You lift your head to see, and I kiss you again and whisper "almost there..."You gasp and sigh as I place two wooden clothespins on each of your distended nipples, leaving them to pinch you continually...I grab the desk under your shoulders and lift it enough to turn it ninety degrees, your splayed open thighs, dripping cunt exposed to the window.I take another silk scarf, a black one, and d**** it across your eyes, securing it with a snug knot...You feel a cold drip on your lips, then the.