As were the others, who had gathered around and checked out what I was doing.“Bloody hell, Dusty,” James said. “No wonder those three wankers di...n’t stand a chance.”I rolled my eyes, and he said, “Sorry, but that just slipped out. I know your dad said you could shoot wings of flies but shit, Dusty. I don’t think you were aiming for his balls, were you?”“Femoral artery,” I said. “He had skinny legs, so I wasn’t sure if I’d get it or not.”“Go on, you’re going to have to spill the story now,”. I spread her beautiful pussy which was already wet, poured some oil and started massaging it gently. It went on for a while I licked her pussy, it was so beautiful I couldn’t resist eating it and massaged her with an intense force with my two fingers inside her pussy. She came multiple times and I could sense that feeling on her face.Then again all of a sudden she held my dick and said I need it inside me as my pussy desperately needs it. She did not blow me which was disappointing, but I. The feeling is warm and cool, and it moves over her in waves.The heat comes in waves for Julias. Waves of heat moving over his face and forehead, or else up his arms and down his back. The heat permeates from her wet pussy and his hard dick, up to his chest and neck; but he lives for it, he lives for the thrills of the hunts and of the kills. He lives for the nights where THC and Alcohol flows through his veins and lust runs through his heart. Each tiny breeze that is coaxed in by the open. Afterward, while disappointed, he still harbored a suppressed swinging fantasy. I kept it suppressed by accusing him of having a jealousy issue. We argued. I said he was jealous, he argued he wasn’t. I let him win, free to flirt. I flirted openly to the edge.A man’s smile pushed me over it. Our accidental meeting skewed my life’s assumed projection to a far, far away universe.I cashed in the not jealous card. My flirt agenda, condoned by his proposed swinging, blessed by his purported lack of.