“You know about us swinging and Jeff’s voyueristic needs?” She said pensively. I nodded assuring her I was aware of their lifestyle.“Nobody ev...r asks me what I want!” She said in a serious tone.“Do you not enjoy your open lifestyle?” I enquired, intrigued as to how much detail would be made available.“I used too love it, but lately I’ve began to switch off and just go through the motions to keep Jeff happy!” She said rather mournfully.“But you have enjoyed it?” I re-iterated.“Oh god, there have. Now it wanted to experiment -- it had ideas it wanted to try.The lanky, tall boy with the glossy black hair lay sleeping. Moonlightglimmering from the skylight windows lent a pallid glow to sharp roundedshoulders, tight chest, softly deflating stomach. Between the boy's sleek,uncommonly long legs, the intiate cupped one set of fingers under thesilken and fertile testicle sack, and delicately whisked the fingers of itsother hand up the length of the lad's swiftly growing penis. When the boywas. The investments I made with the money I won in the lottery, turned out so well that I could make my next move. The building of Little Big Land, an indoor playground for AB's, DL's, and diapered sissies. With help of my well-endowed staff, AB-friends with architectural skills and our dirty little minds, I purchased an old sports center, and turned it into the wet dream of anyone who hadn't lost their inner (small) c***d.Little Big Land, as it was called (though there weren't any signs on the. She turned toward me and said “Dontholien, I’m so fucking horny right now I’m about to explode.”“I know,” I responded, “I had my heart set on a good morning fuck.”With that she moved her right hand over to my right thigh and started stroking it. Her fingers were soft and gentle, yet purposeful. With her left hand she reached over and gently squeezed one of my nipples. The natural sensitivity of my nipples, combined with my expectations for a good fuck, the suddenness of the situation, and my.