I better calm things down a bit before she runs off. "Are you having fun Cindy?" "Yes, sir" "Please call me Richard." She looks up with her innocent g...rl's eyes. "Yes, Richard." I think I better tell her the rules. "Cindy, you know this is a swinger's party? We have a few rules. First, you do not have to do anything. We say no means no. But if somebody wants to play with somebody else's spouse that person's partner must also play. That is what we call swapping. You only have to go as far as. She said she wouldn’t get satisfaction from that. I funnily asked her if she wants me to fuck her for real and to my surprise, she said yes.She told me she hasn’t had sex in years after her husband died and needed a good fuck. I couldn’t turn her away, I had one of her pictures she shared in a hot and tight saree and I knew what she looked like. So I asked her if she was sure about this. She said yes and we decided to meet at a cafe first.I was pretty excited as this was the first time I was. As I related in my previous story. Alice and I screwed our brains out that night. But I knew I still had two other grannies to service. Little did I know that soon I would be getting the best blow job of my life from one of the most skilled cock suckers on this planet. I looked at the second key that I took out my pocket and it read "Room 456" I took the elevator went to the fourth floor and knocked on the door to Room 456. There to greet me was Jean Hancock, she looked about 60 to 65 and was. "Can I ask you something?" She said playfully pointing at my cock, "Is that because of me? Were you thinking of me?" No. You're my sister and that would be wrong." Who the hell would I be k**ding? Would anyone believe me? Probably not. "I was just a little excited and was thinking of something else." Ok then...so it's not because of me....you weren't thinking about me. I can understand that." She put her hands on her hips, "So then....I guess....looking at me like this doesn't turn you on at.