I paw the dirt in front of the barn and take a long pull at my bottle of wine, draining it. They stand on the porch, backlit by the porchlight, and I ...an see their shapely legs through their opaque summer skirts. I quickly advance on them, and the widow unbuttons her blouse and cups her unfettered full breasts, offering them to me. Her nipples are dark and beckoning. Her long blonde hair bespeaks of her Scandinavian ancestry, and as I get nearer the porchlight and the moonlight combine to. Bloody casino, is that it. That's what they were hiding from me. Laughing, he reaches to slot it back into the pocket. Turning the leaflet, he notices as something slides out from inside and floats to the floor. Looking down, he sees a plain white card. Not wanting the boys to know he had been riffling through their jackets, he scoops up the card. Pushing it back inside the leaflet, a picture, on the back of the card, catches his eye.What the fuck is that? He explodes. Within a fraction of a. "I hope it does, for life I mean." She cocked her head a bit and I added "I will of course keep our secret mom. I mean I hope we continue to do this for life." I clarified. "Ya do, huh?" she playfully replied. "How do ya know you'll want to ever do it more than once with me? What if I am no good in bed?" I took her hand and put in on my swelling cock. Her small hand was warm as it slowly pulled and groped my cock."God Derrick, it's huge!" "So, I was right then, huh? Never had such a fattie on. And Lynn saw how much it turned me on her being seen nude by my buddies that we started going out of town and her letting total strangers see her. Always making it seem accidental. And we had started taking nude photos and swapping them in the mail with couples we met through swinger magazines.We always picked couples who lived far away to swap photos with but found out some people put a different state on their profile from where they actually lived. We found this out when a couple we'd been.