A short time later another mail message arrived in our in box on that site and it was a young couple that lived only fifteen minutes away. Nancy was a...five foot eight, twenty five year old, submissive, curvy cutie and Max was a six foot seven, dark haired hunk who also wanted my strap on as much as his wife did. We chatted and traded some pictures. They were interested in having a local couple to swing with anything goes from just partying to full partner swapping. The dirty texts started. “We would have been working on her all summer. And Mom would be sure to figure it out eventually.”“Mom wouldn’t object, would she? She’s had slavegirls of her own. She’d have to expect us to want one.” It was true that Jane had slavegirls before. That was the main thing that led to the divorce. When it started, which was before the twins were even born, it had been more of a hobby. It was just recreational fun. As the years progressed, however, Jane spent more time with her subs and slaves and. ."And, so that's why I'm not gonna live with my brother...Lexi!" Tamara Screamed. Her scream snapped me back into reality and made me blush slightly. "Yes?" I mumbled softly looking confused. I had no idea that my thoughts were so deep that I couldn't here my best friend Speaking to me. "As I was saying..." Tamara said going back to the beginning of her story. So after she talked for what seemed like hours, I headed home to get into my club clothes and went into the shower to clean myself up. "There, all done," she said. "I think we're finally ready." How about his wig?" Elaine asked. "I've been thinking about that,"Cindy said. "I kind of like the idea that you can tell he's a guy assoon as you see him. This way, there's no chance of anyone mistakinghim for what he really is." Cindy," I said, "please, don't do this!" We 'are' doing it, so stop complaining and get used to it."It wasn't too much longer before the rest of the band drove up in Tim'sfull-size van with the trailer.