.. “Girls, I’m sure you’ve met Rachel Borelli, but have you met her brother, Guy?”I placed my tray on the table across from them, as Coach Ann... stood next to me.“Guy - this is Joan, Jane, Julisa, and Janet – known as The J-Team.”Rachel placed her tray on the table and went around to greet each of them. I wasn’t aware she knew them personally, until she spoke their names as they hugged. Then, I remembered her telling me that she and some of her new friends had compared pics of their brothers. After the Sea Scouts' meeting that night, word about the chaplain's swinging group spread like wildfire and with the greatest discretion. The boys were careful to sound out their parents about their feelings on swapper sex. If they were interested, Chet contacted them-usually the woman first. As he put it, he liked to "explore her reasons" for joining them before he talked with the husband. Anna smiled, and imagined just how well he explored those women.The days passed into weeks. Soon Anna. My hands were wrapped around her buttocks and we were dry fucking like teenagers. I must admit I felt some apprehension but he calmly asked what I would like to drink. DRINK HELL. I JUST WANTED TO FUCK HIS WIFE! I replied "Just a little Scotch with water." I really didn't want anything that might interfere with my fucking this woman. He went to the kitchen and returned with drinks for all of us. After a few sips he suggested that "we" go to the back bedroom. I assumed that "we" meant Louisa and. Marian’s eyes rolled back into her head and her whole body convulsed as the end of the dragon’s tongue was forced past her gag reflex and began ramming the back of her throat. As she was forced to deep-throat the saliva-soaked tendril, the other tendril continued to lick her body, slathering her full breasts and rubbing her stomach. Finally, the dragon pulled its tongue free. Marian lay limp with her eyes still rolled up into her head and her mouth hanging open, with the dragon’s saliva and her.