There will be thirty guys out there writing about this weekend, and their stories will be complete, as far as that goes, but they will have no clue as...to how and why it came about. My goal is to write the back story, about the bad, softened as much as I can without ignoring it and the good, and maybe, after seeing how she looks at you, Greg, about the two of you as well. What it will not be is an article with a lot of headline grabbing quotes and insinuations nor will it be an article that. Walter and I ate in silence like we always do. After I cleaned up the kitchen, I went back to the computer and read some disgusting stories about men trading their wives at swap parties. I gave them their justly deserved vote of negative.Walter took over the computer around 9:30. I went and took a shower before going to bed and waited impatiently for Walter to join me. Walter came into the bedroom at about 10:45. He didn’t even bother to put his pajamas on before getting in bed. He roughly. That was all the encouragement Shelly needed. She leaned back into Darla kissing her again, this time with no restraint. She ran her tongue against Darla’s lips and they parted for her entry. Darla quickly was sharing a long tongue-tying kiss with her. As they kissed, Shelly pushed her over on the bed. They were laying close together still kissing when Shelly slid her hand under Darla’s shirt. She just gently slid along her bare stomach until she reached the base of Darla’s breast. Shelly was. With a sharp movement he sliced through the material and ripped the dress away with his free hand. She stood there in black thong knickers, her small but beautifully formed breasts naked to the hot night air. She tried to struggle free but the other man slapped her across the face with the back of his hand. She slumped forward only to be put back into her standing position by the knifeman as his mate began to remove his clothing.His leather jacket fell to the floor followed closely by his.