. she was fucking me by riding me cowgirl-style, whereas she diddled David by cheating on or dumping him (or both).Then I saw him. David fucking Schuy...er, bound to a chair in the school clinic, forced to watch his girlfriend get it on with another fellow. Amber turned around and winked at her beau, even as he strained against his bonds. She even blew him a kiss while she kept bouncing up and down on my pole. It felt incredible to know that I planted horns on him, the jerk who sucker punched me.. The success really went to her head and she became almost obsessed with exclaiming our affair at every opportunity. She had an intense desire to show off to the world the beauty of our bodies and the intensity of our lovemaking.I don’t know how but she found a swingers club that would hire couples to put on a live sex show before their festivities began. They would meet at the clubhouse of an apartment complex and we would make love in front of them on a mattress on the floor. They watched us. At that moment they were screwed up against the biting January wind that threatened even more snow."Take the bike and check the herd on the lower slope," ordered his father, Douglas McGregor. "I'll walk up the hill and check there."The 'lower slope' was a familiar term they used to describe the pasture on the lower reaches of Bochastle hill. 'Up the hill' meant up Craig Bheithe, the hill that rose behind the farmhouse and which gave the farm its name.Creag Bheithe Farm was just to the West of. The lights were off and it was completely dark inside the bus. I knew this was the time.I held her hand and kept it on my dick – I was wearing a loose boxer and a pajama and my dick could be felt easily. It was hard as a rock. We were inside the blanket and nobody could really make out what we were doing. I opened the zip of her hoodie – and started caressing her tits. She wasn’t wearing a bra – I could feel her nipples. We kept rubbing each other and then I took her hand and inserted it inside.