"We can track your e-tablet." What if I lose it?" I told it about my tracking unit. It nodded."Now what if I want to change something? I don't want to...have to come back here to request one."More blankness. Finally— "The proper form and protocols have been entered on both of your e-tablets. Enter the request, and step through something to implement it. At the end, return here, and permissions will be revoked."'Permissions will be revoked'. I knew what that meant. I was being given the equivalent. But thinking of her putting her fingers into her pussy with its red pubic hair was a real turn on for me.I started jerking off harder and harder every night. I was getting godawfully horny. At last, one night, Mandy came out of her room and down to mine. She switched on the light. "Jimmy, what's all the squeaking and stuff going on in here. I can't sleep." Mandy, wow. Okay, I guess you're old enough to know about sex, right?"She blushed a bright red, almost as red as her hair. Then she started. In the months following we made the swinging scene at least once a month. We also spent several nights with Carol and Larry. But after a while, several months to be exact, problems appeared. We knew every swinging couple we wanted to know and while we had many a romp in the sack we found no true friends with whom we could bond outside of sex. For a time we thought Carol and Larry could became real friends, it turned out, though, that this attractive pair, interesting as they were, was. On impulse, he picked up his wineglass and tipped it for her. She hovered over the glass, gripping the rim to steady herself as she sipped through a long, tubular tongue.When she finished, he set the glass down and held his hand out again. She began humping his thumb in obvious delight. He stroked her hair, her back, her bottom.She slipped down and swung away from him, hanging off his finger like a swimmer at the edge of a pool. He crooked his ring finger to give her a place to stand. Her tiny,.