‘Come on in.’ She opened the screen door and came in. ‘What are you doing?’ she asked. ‘Writing,’ I replied. My voice was thick. ‘Trying...to, anyhow.’ ‘Having trouble?’ the delectable young woman asked. She moved close and leaned over my shoulder to look at the computer screen. I felt the fabric of her shirt and her warmth radiating through it. Did she have anything on under it? ‘Ah…yeah,’ I stammered. ‘I-I, ah, seem to be suffering an acute case of writer’s block.’ ‘I don’t make you nervous, do. There was something about it that reminded me of drunken parties at college where everyone’s kissing everyone... and then we discovered partner swapping. For Tara and me, it works better than anything else – second only to us being alone together.We usually invite another couple round to our house for the evening; first having a drink and a chat, playing some music and getting to know each other. Then we take things to the bedroom and dim the lights. Our room is perfect for it; we have a Queen. Sofa me jage beth gaiThdi der hum log chup rahe or me muje dekh rai thi or me usko.Fir usne kaha muje change karna h tum bahar jao..Muje kuch smjh me nai aaya wo muje p gusa nahi huyi or sirf bahar jane k liye kaha. Me waha se jane laga do usne mera hath pakad or apna sarr neche kar liya.Me smjh gya ki she also like me. Fir me uske pass jage beth gya or usko hug kiya usko reaction positive tha mere liye. Fir usne muje i love u Kapil kaha baht slow voice me, meine usko dekha nd fir phle uski. They toweled one another off lovingly, being totally infatuated with each other's body, very much in danger of dissolving quickly into another hot coupling right there beside the tub. But Karen, her eyes darkening with deeper, smoldering sexual threats and promises, drew Laura out of the bathroom into the bedroom.She kneeled down and searched under Laura's bed, since she knew where Laura kept most of her kinky treasures. Quickly, she found the rope and pulled it out, her eyes widening.