It was a blissful time both during the events of the story and to hear from many of you. I will always leave my mail open to hear more from all of you...As my friend insisted that I write more about my stories and share them with you all, I am back again on ISS to share all my stories. I will probably make it a series. I need to give a lot of contexts, which is why I am writing all the details as you need to know to make sense later on as you read my stories.Well as you all you know, I was. Petra seconds that, “Good dessert, Mom.” Mrs. Dvorak smiles at Petra and then me.As we eat I answer questions about the sex activities of Americans. One question mom asks me is, "Are all people who live in Omaha what you call 'swingers'?" I answer they are Republicans who are only interested in football and then realize immediately this is the wrong road for a simple explanation.Mrs. Dvorak spills some apple crisp on her beautiful right breast and then looks at me. I get the hint and get out of. Then he led me to the swing hanging in the ceiling and lifted me up and put my ass in it. It had some kind of handcuffs on the hand and leg parts, he latched them on my legs and hands and started licking my slick pussy with his talented tongue. My gosh I was in heaven all the while he was licking my wet gash, his tongue was nearly as long as his dick! It only took a minute for me to cum and flood his face with my cum! Then he moved between my spread legs and slid his big black cock into me. Jay watched her walk over. She was older than he was maybe 45 or maybe a little older, but he scolded himself for not knowing. Her tits were small but he could see the nipples struggling to free themselves through her top. She was wearing no bra, and he could almost guarantee that there were no panties under that skirt either. Her bronze skin shimmered in the fluorescent lighting, as he stared her down taking in her toned thighs and calves and painted toes. “I need to get laid!” he thought to.