She really loved the way he said it. "Well, lucky for you, you didn't have to find out," she said.He took her hand. She'd never felt his hand in hers ...efore. "I'm serious. Really, that's why I came. We didn't get a chance to talk earlier. And you left so early," he said. She was glad to hear him say that's why he came. She really was so full of shit with her passing him the key, she realised. She couldn't handle anything more than this. "Well, that means a lot to me. Thank you," she said,. The room that intrigued me the most was the Bi-Couples room. I was secretly bisexual unbeknown to my wife. I had been sucking cocks since I was sixteen.I got lots of positive comments from both men and women about Monica. Many men commented on how lucky I was to have such a hot sexy playmate and how much they would like to fuck her. Little did they know that Monica was unaware of my interest in swinging. Also, they were not aware of my desire to watch Monica get fucked and then me suck her. I’d noticed several times that the door had a padlock but they must have lost the key because every night it would be wedged shut with something heavy and the door wasn’t properly locked.I decided to raid the shed and steel the calendar. That night after dark I slipped into the shed and moved to the wall to take my prise. I could see though, that the box on the bench was full of mags. OMG, pay dirt. I grabbed as many as I could carry and slipped away. I took them to our family garage, I had. The side of the boat had round shields hanging over it and as I watched I could see a man in the stern beat a drum, presumably to provide a cadence for the stroke of the oars. I kept the binos on them until they were far away to the Northwest."God help us," I thought, "some of my ancestors look as if they've got trouble heading their way."I questioned Kirsty closely about the habits of the raiders. The last thing I needed was to be caught by a marauding Viking. She explained that they tended to.