"Mmmm Kelly, your mouth feels just like a wet pussy!"Which just emboldened me further. I began to move up and down his cocka little faster now, each ...ime slobbering as much as I could whiletaking more and more of his cock into me. And at that moment, I becamedetermined that I was going to take it all. That I could do it was ofno doubt to me. I just felt it, innately. I simply knew it. It waswho I was, and it was what I wanted.More than several strokes later, my nose was buried in his. You have a wonderful cock. Not every man who has fucked me has made it feel as good as you have.”I leaned forward and we kissed. That made fucking her feel even better.We kissed gently… not passionately, for a minute or two. Just on the lips.“You know many of the women at the swingers' club won’t allow men to kiss them when they fuck. They say that is for tarts or sluts. I am neither but this would only be the second or third time a man has kissed me when we were fucking. Bill does it because. .. that was a fantastic weekend we had with Lyle, wasn't it?" Dolly exclaimed."I don't think I ever came as often or as hard as I did on our wild weekend!" She seemed to lock into a faraway gaze remembering the wonders of that weekend not that far removed from this day.Rob, too remembering his chance to enjoy sloppy seconds, said "Ahh, me too... you were great, sweetheart!", and cupped his wife's crotch.A the sun began to fade, Dolly said, " I think we better stop and get some food and gas up. Pleased to meet you Sean ... bloody thing. Brand new as you can see, engine just won’t start.”I mused on how I could easily start her engine. Only need to find the primer button! She was just like my Mum, gingery white hair, a bit thin on top in places, but that’s ageing and also thin hair. Even though she was stressed, Daphne’s face beamed up at me, a picture of friendly acceptance and agreeance, from where she was surprisingly squatting for her age and size next to the green and yellow.