I quietly went inside. I went down to the basement and asked her what was going on. She smirked and said she was giving the swing a look over. She tri...d to sit in it, but her clothing restricted her. I told her it was geared for people with less on. She took off some clothing and in her bra and g-string, she sat in it. She had a look of a k** at an amusement park. I just let her get used to it. Maybe I would not have to end up returning it after all.The next day, I arrived home. She called me. I asked him to take one with a flash as well. To which he did.I took my phone and I acted like I saw that. Almost everything was visible. I knew everything is visible. As I could see in the mirror. But even then I acted like I didn’t know. I made up faces and told him, “This is showing everything.” To which he said, “Almost everything.”I said, “It is not almost everything. It is everything.” I think he wanted to be modest and he said, “Not everything. You still have your bra on.” In the spur of. My lips dragged all over him, moving to wherever might have been a droplet of cum. I wanted it all. I would have loved it if you let my mouth take your huge load. I admitted, licking up the last of the cum. I could still feel a streak run down my inner thighs. What fun would that be? I like it when you clean me up. It feels so sensual. He revealed. And it did. It did feel sensual. Usually our actions were lustful, carnal, desperate for pleasure. While sometimes it felt like making love, most. I looked back and smiled at her boyfriend, then put my head between her legs. Her pussy tasted amazing. I could tell not only by how well she took care of her pussy, but how well she worked mine with he fingers and tongue, that this was not her first time. She moaned as she tasted the mixed cum in my pussy. I quickly went to work on her. Her hips bucked while I worked her clit and pussy, making her hit orgasm a half dozen times. She was good, and made me hit orgasm as well. At one point, I.