Boytoy has his tastes, and I hadn't asked for any pictures of the other comfirmed guests, I had nothing for him to peruse and make an informed decisio... with, so I made the choice to go but to save the invitation for Boytoy to join me until next time. The host called me and we spoke briefly, both rather excited at our luck that our schedules seemed to have finally lined up. He mentioned that one of the couples coming were first time swingers from out of town that he had graciously orchestrated. She exhaled in little spurts as she came. Clinging to me to stay upright, sharing that experience with me by virtue of her face in my neck and her breathing in my ear. Oh this woman was just such an expressive, “external” girl, she drove me wild when she came in my ear like that. After a minute or two just embracing, well me holding her, keeping her weight off those jelly knees of hers, she kissed me and said, “Hello babe.” She took my hand and led me upstairs. And I knew this was going to be. And then in about thirty seconds, you had her dancing and feeling confident about it.”“And I think a few more things like that would be sufficient,” I said. “I’m not sure it needs to go as far as you’ve suggested.”“Maybe, but I’ve hung out with her a bit and I think taking her on a date or two, and then blowing her mind, while showing her that she isn’t worthless, is just the ticket. And you’re the guy to do it. You’ll be patient, have no expectations, treat her well, and knock her socks. And in either of these cases you, my foolish critic, would have done just the same. But, joking apart, and notwithstanding occasional slips, I am completely opposed, on every ground, to this weakening and really insipid vice, so ruinous, too, to the constitution and power of enjoyment that lies in the real union of the sexes.However, to return to my story, just let me tell you what happened when Tom, that very afternoon, saw the glorious photograph of Louisa.First, I must recount what I should.