I finally asked him, Hey buddy, you know I am dating Laura now right He nodded his head yes so I continued, I was wondering what you did to finally ge... her to sleep with you Bill just snickered looked down at his draft beer and swirled it around and around making a small head appear on the top of the golden liquid. After a while he turned and with a half grin and said, Let me tell you something about Laura my friend. That girl is something else. We had some really good times together and the. The performance didn't matter, our expectations only got in the way. When I sat down in the car and he started driving, all either of us knew was what we wanted. He wanted to touch my tits and I wanted to suck his dick.What does that have to do with this? Simple, it's not always about what you expect. It's about more than that. Sometimes your expectations are met, sometimes they're missed. Sometimes you are in control and sometimes you're controlled.In the end, isn't it all about pleasure? How. " "You can do it," he implored, "you want to do it, look at my penis, it got hard just for you, now come to the window and show yourself to me, let me see and feel your incredible fire." "Oh, god, " she moaned while turning on the light and half stumbling to the window with her hand inside of her panties, "h how's this?" "Mmmmm, " he hummed, "you look delicious, are you aroused?" "Can't you tell?" she sighed while ogling his monster organ. "Do you like my penis?" he asked while overtly. Betty had seen her mother being fucked, too!Stacy trailed her hands down along her slowly squirming body, parted her legs, and caressed her sleek inner thighs. The foursome action had really been wildly exciting. The men tonguing the women's cunts, the women sucking the men's cocks, the women going down on each other, the men fucking the women in their pussies and in their assholes--all had made the many pictures she'd seen pale in comparison. The fact that the four had been married swappers.