She mentioned that she and her husband had been swingers back where they lived, and they were really looking to get back into the lifestyle. She asked...if I would be interested. I did my best to maintain my composure, but said that it sounded interesting and I would think about it. On our trip that day, the wife would find ways to place her hands on me ever so slightly and politely. It may have been a touch of the palm there, or an arm around the shoulder here. The ride back was quite. I yelled as Trudy pressed her crotch on my face. She did the same with my other nipple and my body was free of the needles. I started crying again as I continued licking Trudy. SMACK! I felt a hard slap on my pussy. It was too hard and my pussy was completely sensitive as I was left on the brim of my orgasms twice.My entire body jerked at the slap and it became difficult for me to lick Trudy’s pussy. She got up and looked at me with a fierce look. She raised her hand and SMACK! She slapped. Islithered a hand down to touch her sweet spot. “Kimbra,” I teased, “are you always this wet in themorning?” “Only when I’ve had a night so inspiring that my sleep hasbeen filled with a nonstop procession of super sexy dreams._Denise doing this to me. Denise doing that to me._ Me doingthat and this to you. The two of us doing _everything_ with eachother.” She gave a self-satisfied little look, then arched herbrows. “_Usually_ I hate it when. She was as intelligent as she was beautiful and knew the answer already. I suppose she was hoping for some surprise that would change everything. ‘No. The so-called treaty has been ratified by the Senate and President Jackson has ordered the Army to begin ‘moving the Cherokee to their new home’.’ The room resounded with the buzz of conversation from the people gathered there. I sat quietly in the back of the room. It was not my place to offer opinions or comments. I was a guest here. These were.