”“ ... why?”I know I should have just asked, but I was curious.“I don’t want you to think I’m a slut.”Okay. Apparently my sister’s ide... of a slut was a girl who masturbated more than once a day. And she’d already kind of answered the question, but I decided to confirm anyway.“Do you masturbate more than once a day?”“No.”Session 35:“How often do you masturbate?”“All the time.”“How often specifically?”“Two or three times a day.”“And what do you think about while you’re masturbating?”“You.”“And. Just let us know if you want them back.I'm enclosing a photo and address of another writer that I correspond with. He's married and swings by himself. He's interested mainly in photos and writes a sexciting letter. You may be able to do some copy work for him. I noticed that your ad says photos for sale and he may be interested. He asked us to send his photo and address to some of our swinging friends. He's sent us some wild Polaroids of himself and one of his swinging girl friends and has. But this sniper had a temper, and wasn’t afraid to let it be known.Twin revolvers graced her sexy thighs, and a vicious machete ran parallel to her belt at the small of her back. An intimidating sniper rifle sat butt first between her legs, and was held with the affection normally reserved for a lover.Next to Commander Cross was the other female of their small group. Tabitha Mercer, a busty red head, with a killer ass, and a killer disposition. The ivory skinned Irish woman was deadly with the. "I'm already dripping wet thinking about you."I pulled the hem of my t-shirt up and dragged a fingertip though my pussy lips. "Me too."Susan grabbed my hand and pushed the finger that had just been in my pussy into her mouth and sucked on it. "So good." She kissed me as she cupped her fingers over my pussy. "Tonight we have plenty of time." All night if need be." I cooed. My t-shirt was off before the door shut behind us. Her dress landed on the floor about halfway to the bedroom. We lay next.