Her hubby was saying how he wished she was more open like I was. They were also wondering just how open I was because they had always talked about him...having another woman join the two of them. They had discussed swinging but had never gone there.I asked permission to join her in her stall promising to just wash her back and see how comfortable she could be with another woman's touch. After washing her back she turned towards me and I continued on the front side. Going down to my knees as I. I knew my panty was blocking the butterfly. So pulling down the panty was still ok. I then slowly caught either sides of my panty and pulled it down an inch and closed my eyes tightly. One guy came down and told me that nothing was visible as my panty was blocking the butterfly. The excitement was killing me but the task was not completed yet.I just couldn’t do it. I begged my hands to work harder. The guy who came down asked me if he could do it instead. I was shocked. I wanted to say yes but. Her slurps spoke of desperation. He groaned deeply in response and began thrusting his meat into her mouth. It was stretched so tightly around his shaft, yet he craved deepness. With each thrust he filled her mouth more, searching for her throat. She gagged and pulled away. Then to my surprise, she was back down on him, forcing her mouth around as much as she could take. I suspected then that she might be trying to finish him off. Maybe she was worried about his size after all, and she saw this. He knew the roads, the mills, the people, the hotels, as well as the cheap motels, the hangouts, and the sleazy bars. Bill had just turned 50, was single, had a small pouch, receding hairline, good teeth. Kennedy was President, lifestyles were changing, new ideas and values were appearing but you still had to be quiet and discreet. That evening Bill drove into Midland, a medium-sized town which he didn’t know as well as some of the others, since the mill was quite new. He parked his car in the.