It's just that I've been fantasizing about you and Jeff for months now. After being with you so many evenings, cruising the swingers' pages and, well,...listening to you guys through the wall, I just thought maybe we knew each other well enough for me to suggest something I know would be fun, that's all."The more I thought about it, the more the idea appealed to me. If we could arrange it in such a way as not to be caught, it would be a maximum rush. I wasn't at all bashful about having sex with. In fact it was an accurate description. But at least I knew she still loved me. I didn't know what to feel, when I lay in my bed of a nighttime. Should I be upset that she went and fell in love with another man? Should I be overjoyed that she still loves me after all this time? Should I forget that I was ever a man? Never was a person put in such a situation.We quickly became best friends, as we once were in another lifetime. She asked me why I never married and I replied that I hadn't fallen. His fingers gently massage her and his tongue tickles her breast. He looks up at her making sure she is ready for what is in store for them. She looks at him with her wanting eyes and he knows she is ready. He slides her silk panties off. They slide down her legs with ease. He pitches them to the side. Her hands run through his black hair that shined when the moon light hit the strains. She move it back away from his forehead. He starts to kiss down her stomach. He plays with her bellybutton. Close up, the two females were even more attractive than they had appeared whilst standing at the machine. Very posh, as he had suspected, he was intoxicated by the subtle allure of their expensive perfume and charmed by their refined voices. Jason smiled encouragingly. ‘Yes, of course you can have a little credit. You strike me as honest and trustworthy. I assume you will be able to settle up by credit card, if necessary?’ Annabell nodded. ‘I’ll put another £100 on your machine,’ said Jason,.