I wasn't always a slut. For the first 30 years of my life every thing was quite normal. I was a very ordinary housewife and part time waitress, happil... married to my husband Ed for 13 years, with two beautiful daughters. Ed has a good job; we live in a very nice house. For those first 13 years Ed was the only man I was ever intimate with. I was quite content.Then thanks to Ed my life took an unexpected turn.It all started when Ed said he wanted to take me to a swingers' party. When he explained. ? He had notslowed down his pounding of my pussy during the kiss and I started to fight tobreathe, my nose blocking up from the tears that were now flowing. When he finallybroke off the kiss, I felt light-headed but he still gave me no rest.? Gripping my hands in his, he sped up, my bodyforced to take each hard thrust as he held it still with his own body.? I felt his cum spurt into me.? This was a new sensation as I had alwaysinsisted on the use of condoms, and Lee knew that, as we had only. As her head seemed to be at about the middle of my back. "I don't remember which pocket I put them in. Why don't you try the left one first? You may need to fish around a bit. I tend to cram quite a few things in my pockets sometimes."Well, not so much this time. I had filled my left pocket with a few tissues for fluff and a few coins for weight... so that once I pulled the long pocket over across my leg, it would be less likely to slip back along my side. She slipped her small hand in. Jared didn't pay attention to the conversation that Cole, Wilton and Shelby were having, though both his twin and Cole signed for his benefit. Jared couldn't shake what he'd read in the common room from his mind. ... fucking a faggot.Just that part was him. The whole thing was obviously meant for Cole, to piss him off, to slight him, to out him in front of his peers. Jared had been out from pretty much the first moment he'd realised that liking boys was who he was, but it rankled in more ways.