A thought entered my mind; as a result of those experiences, how much of a swinger girl had she become? How far would she go?I decide to find out.“L...oking as you do, Maxine… have you ever thought about being in front of a camera… you know… adult films… or something like that?” A pause followed. “Yeah, sure…” she suddenly readily admitted to my surprise. She came alive as she turned around; “Yeah, I thought about it but I can’t because you can never hide it. Someone will see it and recognize you. My pussy was wet, and I wanted his his fingers there. I promised myself then that I would do something similar to him later, touching him while watching the passion on his face. He still had his shirt on, and I wanted it off. I wanted my skin on his. After pulling off his shirt, I put my arms over his shoulders and pressed myself against his chest, kissing him. Too many clothes. I need to get rid of these fucking clothes. So I did, mine at least. He stood back and looked at me, head tipped to. I know that when we're together that you can't turn your mind off. You worry about a thousand things from the time I see you until we're finished. The way you can't let go shines as concern in your eyes when I look you over. Comes out as your muscles flex at every touch. It calls out to me as I fuck you that you're worried if I'm disappointed. And I've let this go on long enough. When you invited me into your life, you gave me permission to do whatever I wanted with you. To turn you into a toy. Well one saturday at about noon time I was going out to find something to eat when as i passed through the lobby i heard a lady's voice call to me she said excuse me but could you help me with the curtins i said sure she was the lady of the middle aged couple in the second floor she had on a skirt and blouse she didn't look very old but she must of been about 30 to 40 years old. She ask me to help her with the curtin rod that had fallen down i said sure. I went upstairs to her appartment she.