I was aware that people were going around outside my room and at that moment I was very glad that I had locked my door, and if my roommate was to come...back I knew she would call. So, I tested the waters and slid my fingers down into my pants, teasing right above my black and gold lace panties. I just stared out at the screen, reading away and biting my lip in an attempt to contain my whimpers. I was practically pleading with myself to slide my hand lower but I didn't want to make this go very. ”“You been glowing for over a year. This ain’t a teen-aged romance, is it?”“No. Not that silly stuff. Deena, you know what the law says. Your dad risked ... Just to kiss me.”“Yeah. Kiss you. Like that time in Houston when I walked in from the bathroom and Dad was looking for something in your eye...”“Uh...”“Almost caught y’all, huh?”“Darned close. But Deena, I loved ‘im. He loved me. And he loves you. You’re his daughter. That’s forever.”“But you’re gonna be his wife. He didn’t have a choice. Im thinking I want some drums, too :)“We just wanna talk, Matthew”. “Ya—about fuckin what?” “Football”. “Not fuckin likely”. “Come on Matthew—we just wanna talk. Use that head on your shoulders and hear us out”. “I ain't gotta lot of time, so come on”.I ushered them back to the kitchen and topped off my coffee. Didn't even offer them any. Then down to the basement, they took a seat each in the beanbags, and I in the recliner. I assumed an arrogant position, slumping down in the chair, and. Despite our enjoyment of bareback fun we do have standards.Luckily there was another couple there that seemed to be having a similar experience. I took it upon myself to start a conversation and suggested the 4 of us escaped. We did just that and ended up having a lovely evening of a late dinner. The husband joe was a very friendly and funny guy and his wife Lana was equally as wonderful. They were both in their 60s and had been swinging since their 20s. They had hoped to be playing with a.