And even began having dreams based on the many stories Sam told him, including wet dreams. Tommy had ceased having wet dreams as a teenager, but damn ...hey were back. Waking with cum filled PJs which were a problem as Nancy did the laundry. So, Tommy would hide his PJs and secretly washed them when the opportunity occurred.Tommy anguished over how to bring the subject of attending swinging parties up to Nancy. She had never shown any interest in other men. Unbeknown to Tommy, Nancy had been. It was Mrs Dawson's birthday, and my mother said it was going to be a pretty good event, one we should not miss!So, after a short walk, we knocked on the door of Mrs Dawson's home, and were invited in to a very nice posh looking house, full of nice wooden furniture and expensive ornaments.Mr Dawson owned a furniture factory in town, and he was clearly doing well for his money, and so eagerly we stepped into the large living area where the other guests were gathered having drinks.As we got. Wahan koi nahi tha. Tab Princy ne kaha, “Tension ki baat nahi hai. Yahan ka watchman hamare ghar ke paas hi rehta hai. Woh aaj yahan se 4 ghante ke liye kisi kaam se gaya hai. Toh yahan abhi koi nahi aayega.”Unhone saari lights on kar di. Vaishali, jo bag layi thi woh usse kholne lagi. Usme bohot saara saamaan tha. Usme se usne ek rassi nikali aur tab tak khushi ek chair le aai. Unhone ne milkar mujhe mall ke bicho bich kursi pe ulta bithake baandh diya.Meri gaand unke saamne thi aur mai sharam. The casher had a big smirk on his face as I bought it. We piled into the car and rode over to a place in the not so high rent section of town. We parked in front of a bar. The name on the sign said The Green Felt Room. We walked in. I looked around. I was stoned and the place was dark. It took my eyes a few seconds to get use to the light. There was a bar, with a big black guy behind it. There were six pool tables. A small stage and a couple overstuffed couches and chairs around. Near the bar.