Unanimous from each and every one of them.” The female photographer’s bulbous curves, bustled at the camera as the women settled down, leering wit... her own pleasure as she prepared to make the first capture, illuminated by the delighted faces of the women, contrasting with the bewilderment on the face of the male, but his expression confounded by the stiffness of his cock which betrayed his inner feelings of eroticism at his predicament. Her professionalism in completing the task, couldn’t mask. I hated myself as I flirted withevery cute guy I passed and had even passed a note to one reading "meetme after school," with a wink, before I heard a name being called."Katie Bell?" asked the teacher as I raised my head. "Uh yeah, I'mhere," I declared followed by a giggle. The whole day went by in aflash as I moved from class to class. Flirting with guys, gigglingwith girls, before I knew it, it was over. Thank god too, because Ireally needed a cigarette. I stopped before the large tree. "What is it baby? Are you all right?" I blurted, my groggy mind now clearing, the worry I detected in Sam's voice catching my attention."Daddy!" she said, her arm almost involuntarily raising and pointing at me."What Sam?" I started, but then saw she was staring almost transfixed at my groin, my morning erection pointing proudly at her.Finally coming to her senses, she mumbled, "Sorry Daddy, sorry," and turned to leave."Sam stop! What the hell is going on anyway? Come back here!"Turning toward. ” He smiled. I was about to tell him I didn’t judge, but he continued before I had a chance. “Well, they’re true. Barbara and I are members of a swing club. We’ve been doing this since we were married and we love it. We love each other very much, but this gives us both a chance to experience sex with others. It’s always with the knowledge and consent of the other and gives our own sex life a real boost. Hell, every time we come back from the club we fuck like rabbits for hours.” “Harry,” I.