She was wearing some kind of platform sandal, and she was trying to walk in a way appropriate to them, not her typical loose, flat-footy amble. She lo...ked tall and imperious, and even sexier than she had sitting in her car. Her pleated skirt swished back and forth across her tanned thighs, and her breasts bobbed just the slightest bit beneath the shiny Spandex leotard. She didn’t look at anyone, including me, but everyone working the front got a good look at her. She passed behind me and then. " Am I your girlfriend, then?" Jacqui asked, puzzled by this new concept."Oh, I hope so," Donald enthused eagerly, "I won't spank you again if you don't want and you can spank me as often as you like."This confused Jacqui; in her mind the spanking was proof that you cared for someone, and it was fun. Why was Donald trying to get out of spanking her if he wanted them to be boyfriend and girlfriend.Temporising, she offered, "But you have to punish me for giving you one too many yesterday, don't. The pre-cum is dripping down over my bulging vein. Tell me how you taste, good I hope?" DJ Bev had never been one to taste her own sex, but this time she was intrigued especially if it prolonged her tease. Pulling her fingers back outside she took a minute to rub her juices around and over her now swollen clit. Each touch above the protruding hood made her legs buckle a bit. Lifting her finger to her lips, Bev drank in the heavy scent and tentatively extended her tongue to lick her fingers. . I was sort of naive and had never heard of a swinger nor did I know what it meant before or what it was all about. He explained to me, that basically these newspaper like B/W magazines where full of ads from real people locally just looking to hook up for sex and he showed me the different “lifestyles” and he actually was very cool to explain some of the lingo in the ads. He said, man, you should try these and try to hook up with some people to fuck! So I bought some swinger magazines and.