As I kissed her firmly, her body softened. We had to stagger a few paces to stay afoot.“It’s so good to have you here,” I said, for perhaps the ...undredth time. “Hey, I want to show you my photo project.”“Sure, I’d love to check it out.”Back in my room, I pulled Initials out of a large envelope. Heather took her time examining the shots. When she got to the swing picture, she threw her arms around me and squeezed me tight. She tried to speak, but was only able to look at me with big eyes.“You. There were a couple of teenage girls, but they looked a little too young, and I don't swing that way. I may be a bad ass biker bitch, but even I have principles!When the waitress walked by, I slapped her on her nice round ass to get her attention. She wasn't all that great... just a middle aged, small town blonde... but at least it got her attention. She turned around quickly, afraid to look me in the eye. I just laughed and told her I wanted my check now. She didn't waste any time in getting. Katrina was a very strong willed, dominant young woman, who knew what she wanted, and how to get it. Brom was the perfect foil for the wiley Katrina, willing to do anything she wanted, and she knew it. During their weekly trips to the outskirts of the Van Tassel holdings, they would spread out a blanket and Katrina fed Brom his lunch interspersed with a few kisses. Brom, of course, would get excited and take some liberties, starting with hefting Katrina's ample busom. His large, strong hands. Then he placed the end bead against the gentle petal of her anus. She didn’t mind him spreading her cheeks. Then he pressed inward. As the bead entered her, Deb gasped. The sensation was enormous. The sense of having two parts of her body entered at the same time drove her body wild. At first she tensed, waiting, hoping, needing more of the same. Joe felt her tension, watching her muscles become rigid both inside and out. When the first bead was taken, he moved his body fluidly against her.