" Yeah, real happy. I look so young; I couldn't get anyone to come to my party. Even Anna couldn't stay. Great eighteenth birthday I'm having!"Ruthie ...id not look eighteen, but who was I to argue. "I apologize, Ruthie. If I had known how much this meant to you, I would have tried harder to get Anna permission to stay." Gee, you're nice, Mr. Marcus, just like Sally said."How much had Sally told Ruthie about me?Instead of handing Ruthie the bowl of ice cream, Sally flipped it to her. Ruthie. That would be done by the couple themself. This couple were not swingers, so were not used to the idea of being watched during sex. The way it worked was that we went to the couples home and were cooked a wonderful meal. We then talked about what was going to happen and made sure everyone was still comfortable. My husband was then asked to shower and put on a rob the couple had bought for him. He did as he was told and as he was doing so, the other couple went to their bedroom and began making. Like a picture. She had no soul but her eyes were frozen with terror and shock, but she was only a thing of the past. I saw so many things like that, so many things that were considered terrible that I loved. Like when I dreamt a girl was fucking her boyfriend in the back seat of their car on a look-out point. They hit the car into neutral by mistake and didn't notice. The car began to roll and with their wild moment of bliss and ecstacy they didn't notice. By the time they did the front wheels. He looked at me in a quizzical manner only for me to respond by dashing to the ground on my knees. I could feel my heart beat in my chest as it was pounding, my body was hot and flushed. I wanted me some fun so that's what I went for. I pushed him to lean back on the counter top of the sink area while I fumbled with his jeans. In a raspy voice he stuttered and asked 'what are you doing?!' My trembling hands unzipped his jeans and pulled down his striped boxers letting out a jack in the box.