They’re good girls, kept themselves pure into their adult years. My own Jocelin is nineteen and proud of her abstinence.“Proud she saved herself f...r you, Futanari.”“Well, I’m proud of her, too,” I said, my futa-dick aching so badly. Four virgins? Oh, what a treat. I didn’t find that many at the convent I visited a month-and-a-half ago.“It is truly her,” the Hispanic man waiting said, not a hint of any Latino accent in his voice. He sounded wholly country, speaking with the same Kansas twang as. And unlike most people, when she drank she really lost interest. I had always fantasized about seeing her fuck other people. Swinging, cuckhold, her licking pussy or having her pussy licked. Hell if it were up to me, we would be the best swingers in town. But that was never on the table with her. Until one night....Our block party night saw all of the neighbors getting hammered as usual. As the wives, one by one dropped off, and went back to their houses for bed, we took the party inside my. All his life he had followed that creed, and usually at a cost to him. He looked down at her picture, her eyes, the face he loved, but had never touched. Again, he stared at the words. An open invitation. An invitation for happiness. For love. Love, he loved her so much. He would easily give up everything in his life for her. He had done it once before. Simply walked away from a life. This was more complicated this time. More people would be hurt. And that was something he wasn’t sure he could. They were soaked, sated, and fully entangled in one another both mentally and physically.Janet was awakened and helped back into her sexy medieval looking top a couple of hours later. Tira explained that there was going to be a surprise. She lit several more candles as night was falling, and changed the music to some classical compilation. Before she put her blindfold back over her big blue eyes, she fed her some chocolate covered strawberries and told her that she was having the time of her.