Once inside, I took my eyes off her tits and checked the rest of her out. Look, she already had me with her youth and vivaciousness. Mona was wearing...the aforementioned tank top, a pair of white short, shorts, which I had always considered one of God’s gift’s to mankind and a pair of tennis shoes. Have I mentioned her hair? No? Well she was a brunette, I guess. But with all the time she spent in the sun bleaching it I could have called her a dirty blonde. Mona revealed her nervousness at being. Enjoy now and let’s enjoy hereMua: what did you see there (little nervous and more throaty)?Me: Ummm. You were rubbing your smooth tits first. Then you put your finger inside your blouse. Then you rubbed and pinched your nipples inside and your right hand was rubbing your pussy over your wet petticoat (And I stopped)Mua: (Now curious and more interested to hear from me) Then?Me: You were not wearing your panty so your petticoat was already wet with your sweet juice.Mua: Heyyyyy!!!! It’s too. I had fun with a little teasing. In the end, I didn’t pursue the matter any further even though I was tempted – especially with my parents. I thought that that evening the arrangements were made again and with less secrecy than their first night in flagrante dilecto.The October Swingers’ Party had been Joan and my introduction to swinging – her first time, and my return to the pleasurable activity fifteen years after Julie and I had been involved. We’d liked the people and had gone to another. “I’ve seen Travis cry himself to sleep before. I’m not paying cash for a secondhand account.”Liz laughed and her breasts bobbed delightfully.“So, Matt found the audio track,” Sarah said. “It’s now my fucking ringtone and he changed my password so I can’t even fix it! Oh, and by the way, he calls me every five fucking minutes and laughs his ass off! The boys are just ... oh, Christ. Those two are having a ball with all of this.”“Serves you right, you hateful old bitch,” I said. “Where do you.