Our riding day ended with a stopping exercise. Too tired to eat my evening salad, I showered, and then tucked myselfinto bed. Sleep didn't offer escap... as my dreams were filled withmotorcycle terror.***My classmates and I decided to meet for coffee two hours before thestart of the training session, which was scheduled to start Sundaymorning at eight. Brief discussions amongst the five of us during theSaturday session prompted additional talk. Two topics high on the listwere Declan -- and me.I. Although I was a little tipsy I could feel my face turning red and a little bit confused I picked up my drink, downed the remainder of the glass and excused myself and went back to the bar.Tony and I were set on being drunk tonight and for my part Clare helped me to get there quite nicely. As the evening travelled on, the drinks kept coming and Dana became more and more flirtatious. The three of us stood at the bar doing shots when I felt her slender hips as she pushed them against my backside,. Don’t get me wrong – Tara fulfils all my needs and completely satisfies. We’re not swingers because our sex life together is lacking; in fact, it’s quite the opposite. We’re so into each other and secure with ourselves that we want to share our sex life, explore it and enhance it. We’re always completely faithful to each other when we’re not swinging together, but when we do start to swing I get off on watching other guys adore her and the same for her watching me.We’ve tried loads of different. I ground my crotch into her thigh, sighing at the sensation. I ran my palm over her crack of her ass, and watched as her muscular ass cheeks clenched and unclenched to the sensation of my touch. I curled my middle finger downward, placed the tip in the dark cleft, and began to run it up and down. Lisa gasped lightly, and her ass rose in the air slightly, meeting my probing finger. I looked up at her and saw that her eyes were tightly closed. Her breath escaped her mouth in short sighs. The.