“My mother had an unsuccessful date and had been drinking once she got here. I suggested that she go sleep it off. After a bit, she agreed.”She tu...ned enough to kiss me. I helped. I was straddled again. Both of us finally broke the kiss together breathing heavily. Morgan whispered, “I’m so glad you returned to me.”“Me, too. I have no plans to ever walk away from you. I like you close to me. I’ve never experienced as much joy and pride in escorting a woman in my life.”She blushed slightly but. Or tempt me. I’d give just about anything to be able to go over to him and run my fingertips, and lips, over every inch of that body. I can feel the beads of perspiration along my hairline as my body heats with the thought. My breasts tighten and my nipples pebble. My pussy literally burns with the need to feel his touch. ‘Hot rod? You ready?’ Without thinking, I murmur, ‘Oh, yeah!’ Then, of course, I realize he didn’t mean what I want him to. I shake myself out of the sexual fog to find Mike. One thing I’ve learned is: Treat an email to a potential meeting with a lady or couple in the same manner as you would do a resume for a job! That may sound crazy to some....but your initial request to contact is very much like and in the same manner as you would do with seeking employment. The only difference is the positive result of actually meeting for swinging is a heck of a lot more fun!Remember this: “A first impression is a lasting impression!” So a guy’s initial contact by email is. "There it is again!" she said suddenly, causing me to gasp."Wh-what?" I said, slightly dizzy with the alcohol and the late hour."You keep looking at me," she replied, narrowing her eyes suspiciously."What do you mean?" You keep looking at my legs and feet," she said with mock accusation. "That's not true!" I spat, shaking my head. Without thinking, my gaze fell to her toes, distracted by the way she kept flexing them back and forth, stretching the thin material of her black pantyhose. Each.