As we shopped, we grew bolder, hands lingering a moment longer, cupping a breast or ass cheek. I could see his excitement against the soft blue jeans ...nd I knew that I was growing swollen with desire.One thing we loved to do was shower together. Our bathroom shelf was full of bottles of fragrant liquid soaps. It was something we loved to buy and often spent time together checking the various scents, always buying at least one. Today we entered that aisle and stopped. We began opening bottles,. "Let's get unpacked," I suggest, breaking the hug since I'm not sure what exactly is going on.We spend the next half hour unloading our suitcases and organizing the bathroom. Meg's stomach growls and we both realize we are hungry so off we go to find food.We find a cute little restaurant and decide to sit at the bar. The bartender walks over, introduces himself, Justin, and takes our drink orders. Cosmo for Meg. I order a local beer. Justin comes back with our drinks and starts up a typical. Ebony, grinning broadly, peeked from the kitchen."Do you want me to sit at the table or kneel at your feet while your feed me?" Mrs. Whitfield asked Father. He leered and kissed her again before guiding her to her chair and holding it for her."May I have a pillow, please, Bruce?" she asked in a subservient and husky voice."Is my little slave-girl's bottom sore?" he teased."My soreness is not limited to my bottom," she replied coquettishly.He tilted her head back and kissed her possessively. So after looking at different swinging sites I decided on a place that in fact was only about 3 miles from my home and planned it for a sunday night.Sunday arrived and I was both very excited and incredibly nervous, I bathed, made sure I was again 100% hairless and thought what should I wear. Simple decision, a black jelly push up bra which gives me a great clevage, a black waist clincher, black thongs, black sheer hold ups and black 4" court shoes. A black elasticated mini skirt and a.