A swingers retreat something we had discussed about doing.“A place they called “Carrie’s Place,” I said to John.Steve told me when he was done...with his work we would check into it. I knew of some others who had been to this place. They told me it was as no place they had ever been to before. The three persons who ran this place were the most caring and loving people, they told me. The husband and wife who owned this place showed them just what true love could become my friends told me. My. The stranger reaches up with his hand and starts to stroke her clit while Calvin leans over her to lick her nipples until she cannot hold off any longer. Soon her orgasm is approaching at break neck speed. She starts to shudder and cry out loudly. Calvin reaches down in this instant and guides himself into her open mouth right as she begins to find that release. She sucks him as hard as she can while her entire being explodes with bursts of bliss. She hears the stranger swallowing loudly as she. Good cheekbones, fabulous breasts, if there wasn't Kleenex stuffed in her bra, long thin legs. She could model easily. Rough hands - rancher's hands - but that could be dealt with.The man... she looked at the man harder. What a hunk! These rancher types were often good looking, in a rugged sort of way, but usually they were either married, or ignorant, or brutes. This one looked different. For one thing he was actually embarrassed to be in the shop. His daughter was pulling on his hand like she. He led her to a small area where several Yamaha Rhino side-by-side four-wheelers were parked. There was only one red one there. Angela pulled away from him and ran straight to it. He shook his head. He caught up with her and pulled her to the driver’s side. ‘Get in girl, have you driven one of these before?’ ‘No, I haven’t, I have driven the kind with the saddle and bike handlebars you ride like a horse.’ ‘Ok, this is more like a car. It has a steering wheel and an automatic transmission. Put.