‘Nah. Just do it.’ Suddenly I felt very uncomfortable. Jen took off her socks, tossing them to the side. As she started to undo her pants she loo...ed up at me. ‘Aren’t you going to undress?’ ‘I thought I’d just watch you first,’ I answered wryly. ‘Well, you thought wrong. Get ’em off!’ I let out a laugh as I pulled my shirt over my head. I wondered if I looked as nervous as Jen. As I started to undo my pants, my eyes wandered back to my friend, who was sliding hers down her tanned, muscular. It was then her standard, as a minimum, when I dated her and then married her. I learned that during our own first experiments.We decided to start swinging so that “she” could have the experiences that were more normal, for her. But, then that is when we ran into the reality that my critics describe well. Most swingers accept the length and width averages. But, because of the very first penis poked into her, my wife was a “size queen”. Nothing to be ashamed about. Rather, it was a standard that. While she was sucking the boobs of my wife her own boobs were dangling downwards. I saw them and being excited I thrust my head in between them from one side and placed my opened mouth under her one of the breasts. I rested my mouth on the stomach of my wife and the breast of my mother was moving in my mouth with her every movement of sucking her daughter boobs. It seems that she was fucking my mouth with her erected nipples. She got excited and removed me from in between and started sucking my. Or what it was, it was gone.When I got over my shock, I found myself watching Michael's vortex of light grow to full size, and remembered that Joey should have been here with me. But try as I might, I couldn't feel Joey, or anyone for that matter. I wasn't powerless, just blocked from the real world somehow.The whispering started again, but something was different about how the sparks of light were acting and the tone of the whispers. I nearly jumped away when Michael's hand formed out of the.