I promised we’d get our health certificates by the end of the following week when the group had a monthly get-together.Suddenly, we were swingers. I...guess I found mixed delight about that terminology. On the one hand, it sounded like fun and free-thinking, but it also sounded dangerous and almost like a runaway train. I liked the feeling of being very naughty.Our health tests all came back clean as a whistle – no STDs. I scanned and emailed our results to Jon, and got one line back, ‘Great. See. The t-shirt fit her perfectly. In big black letters it said, "It's Magically Delicious!!" and had a finger pointing down towards her pussy.There was laughter from the audience. I told her to take it off and handed her another one. She slipped it on and then looked down to see what it said. In large letters across her tits it said, "Sex with strangers is better!"I moved over to the display of crop tops and started looking at them. The first one I picked out said, "I got gangbanged ... I loved. Thanks for a nice break."While we prepared for bed, she asked with a tease, "You like your cousin?" Sharon is smart, cool, and pretty and yes, I do like her." Was she good?"I was embarrassed. How did she know? How do I have this conversation with my mother? Just tell the truth. Saves trouble later. "Yes, Mom, she was. We had a wonderful time. She stayed with me. I'll go back and help her pack up Uncle Steven's things for the Goodwill." She slept with you?" If you can call it that. She cried. . our daughter. Just like Naomi and Arwen. She’s ours. Mira Kayleigh Warham, daughter of Mark Twain Schumacher and Wendy Wentworth Warham. Sixteen now, pushing seventeen.“Yes, my husband knew. Little confession time, Mark. Jim was sterile. He needed me to get another man’s seed, but we both agreed that going to a sperm bank was no answer, no offense, Naomi ... it just wasn’t for us. I proposed that I find a man and fuck him, and then tell Jim all about it. He agreed, and then, well ... the rest.