." his fingers trailed over her chin. As slowly as his words he fingers moved south. "What of... the rest... of... you?" His fingers stopped at her co...larbone."What of the rest of me? What do you want?" Amanda asked in a hoarse whisper. He was very still. Finally he answered."I want to touch you." Was Anthony's hoarse whisper.No, she didn't want to think on this for long. For if she did she'd never have the courage... "Then touch me."After the barest of moments he made up his mind. His fingers. She had grown up faster than her friends and was much taller than them. She had also had to wear a big girl bra because her breast had started to bounce. She tend to wear sports bras to hide her B cup boobs. Her caramel skin was soft and she was starting to get little tuffs of hair in her girly spot. Mom had shown her how to shave her legs and underarms but she shaved her pussy cause she didn’t like having any hair. Her brown eyes were big and innocent. She had perfect plump lips and long curly. “Sensitivity Seminars.” Hundreds of new people were brought into the swinging lifestyle through his seminars and it happened right during the AIDS scare when everyone was terrified with having casual sex. We went to a reunion of that group in 1995 and talked with dozens of couples there. My standard joke has always been to ask the husband how he let his wife drag him to some swing party. Of course it was absurd and funny because almost always, the man talks the woman into going. But not at that. I feel my back arch, pressing my breast and super-erect nipple more firmly into his palm. I hear the moan of my orgasm as his lips again close on mine, keeping me from alerting too many people in the bar of his intent and actions.As my body untenses, as I drop back against the back of the booth, he again whispers in my ear "That was just the beginning, you cunt. You're going to beg me for more and more as if it was what you really wanted. And if I tell you to suck or fuck someone else, you're.