I started to remove my clothes, Jerome looked in the closet and produced a full slip and told me to 'put this on and go to the bed room, I'll be there...in a minute'. I put on the slip and went into the bedroom, I sat on the edge of the bed for a minute than slid up on to the bed it self as I waited for Jerome. Ten minutes latter, Jerome came in with a bottle of wine in a five gallon paint bucket filled with ice. he poured two glasses of wine and passed me one, I timidly sipped some of the. " There was no way I was going to give them any more details than that.The two of them stood there scrutinizing me like they knew I'd left a great chunk out. Not for the first time, I was extremely thankful that Witches didn't possess an enhanced sense of smell because the car ride and run hadn't lessened the smell by much. Still, I tried to keep my face impassive and body relaxed as they continued to stare."Good for you!" Aunt Annie exclaimed with a sudden smile and a pat on my arm. "I'm glad. It became even more intense when at the soft swing parties, I would watch Liz lying next to another of the husbands, feeling his erection, stroking his penis, and seeing how he would hold, feel, and suck Liz’s breasts while they were not French kissing each other. The only rules at these parties was no intercourse, but oral sex was not only permitted, but required, at least the wives giving blowjobs to completion for the husband they had been paired with for the evening.Bill approached me while. It felt so good, and I couldn't keep my voice to myself. I cried out for him to fuck me ... go ahead and fuck me harder! I pulled me up and I instinctively wrapped my arms around his shoulders just as he dug his fingers under my ass and lifted me up from the table. He held me suspended in mid-air, letting his hips pound the shit out of me. I held unto him for dear life, giving out synchronised cries in tandem with his pounding. He let me down to my feet and I almost fell on shaky legs had he.