She had on jeans and a flannel shirt and sturdy walking shoes, and shoulder-length brown hair. The dogs barked with excitement.“I guess she’s the ...ne!” said Wendy, and stopped the van fifty yards past the girl. They all got out. The dogs bounded back towards the girl.Hans sniffed the girl’s crotch, then Penny nosed him aside and sniffed it herself, back and forth they went.The girl tried to push them away.“Hi, how’s it going?” said Wendy cheerfully as she approached“You should control your. She had no answer for that and was still weak down to her knees from the way he kissed her. His hand was all the way under her dress when they turned the corner to her street. Her legs had parted and she leaned toward him contentedly.Roger watched the car pull up to the curb. Across the street, it looked like broad daylight, the lights were all on, curtains all open as if it were noon. He stared as they stepped from the car and he escorted her to the door. His wife was asleep but the prospect. "You liked hearing all that naughty talk between me and Karen? Didn't you?" I told her that I did then I went down on her licking her pussy. "Well then I have a special treat for you." She got up and went into the bathroom.When she came back she had her hand over her left breast, teasingly she removed it revealing a black spade symbol, like on a deck of cards, in the middle was a "Q." It was a temporary "queen-of-spades tattoo" that some women wore to declare their preference for swinging with. *It's time to get dressed, nothave nookie with yourself* I thought, and it was then that I noticedsomething. There were scars, faint scars, around my breasts and betweenmy legs. They were far too long to be scars from bug bites that had beenscratched open, and I could not think of any reason why I would have gotburns there. And besides, burn scars would be unsightly and red, whilstthese looked like they came from a surgeon's scalpel.*Have I had a boob job?* I wondered. *Lots of women have them,.