"This is different, Mr. Brenner. It's…well…it's about sex."Mr. Brenner paused for just a moment. He wasn't expecting that response."I don't want t... interfere in something that's maybe best left to your parents, but we can talk if you want." That's OK. It's not something I can talk to my parents about, and I don't know if I can talk to anyone about it. I'm sorry I mentioned it."Mr. Brenner sat down on the sofa to be more reassuring."But you can talk to me. Please tell me what's bothering. We love having sex together and sharing fantasy’s, hopefully some of those fantasy’s will come true, we will certainly both work to fulfill them in every way.We decided to hit the scene after having an initial first swinging foursome together with some friends, had some amazing nights which only involved foreplay between us all, which is all that we wanted and agreed to do at the time as it was something that was new to all of us and none of us were entirely sure if it would work and how we. Ally said, “I call her my mouse trap.”I asked, “Why, your mouse trap?”Ally giggled and said, “Well…pussy…kitty…cat…mouse…mouse trap. It makes sense to me. Slip your finger in and I’ll show you something special.”I slipped my middle finger up into her moist hot hole. When I had my second knuckle in her and hooked the tip under her pubic bone she clamped her pussy muscles down onto my finger applying a lot of presser to it. Enough pressure that I could not pull it back out.Ally smiled and said,. ”“I can’t promise you a Hollywood ending, Consuela, but I can promise you that your life will be a helluva lot easier and less stressful in every materialistic sense of those terms. I can promise you that your pretty ass won’t be on the streets anymore. Ever again. I will make damn sure of that if it’s the last thing that I do. That’s a fucking promise, an oath, okay?” I leveled with sweet Consuela and she got this look in her eye that was tough to pin down.“You really are a straight-shooter,.