“Nice,” I repeated. “What happened?“We sucked, we fucked,” she said. “I’m not sure what you want to hear.”Our “play-by-plays” – ...nce my favorite part of our swinging experiences – had somehow become a nuisance for her. She no longer enjoyed sharing the intimate details of her exploits. It seemed as though she wanted certain experiences to be all her own.“I’d really like to know what happened,” I said. “Don’t you think I deserve to know?”“Fine, what do you want to know?”“How did you meet with. A little crabby? I didn’t buy it. Nonetheless, one day I asked Jessie out to a movie and dinner, and she said yes. Jessie was nicer than I thought she’d be, but there was no real connection. We never had a second date. I didn’t know Richard Coleman well, but my mom told me she’d never cared for him because he hit on other women. There were also rumors that he had cheated on Barb with his former secretary. At the time, our small hometown had a population of about four thousand, and rumors tended. Gloria doesn't like to leave her door unlocked, so just before I came over she told me where she hid her spare key. I opened the front door to her house and stepped inside her well-light entry. I removed my jacket and shoes and then walked further into the house and into the living room where Gloria was waiting. I stood in the doorway and silently observed her for a couple of moments.She was kneeling there just as I had instructed, a blindfold keeping her from seeing me and with me still in my. My all the actions were making her uncomfortable to sit calmly. There were signs of moans on her face; she was trying hard not to moan loudly. Her eyes were getting closed and the tension in her body has started increasing. I was slow in my actions as I was caring that nobody should watch the movements of my hand under the table cover.I moved a bit upwards and reached her clitoris, the mount of her golden triangle, the G spot and one of the most sensitive organ of a female. I started rubbing.