I conceded to needing more experience but harped he could not cope with jealousy, that he needed to prove otherwise. My position, he needed to assure ...e his lack of jealousy made it okay before we proceeded.With his eventual, strident proclamations, he wouldn’t be jealous, I let him commit to our going to a swinging party with conditions. It had to be in another city, with only married couples, it would only be a "look-see" and we would leave before “activities" so we could decide if we really. The first squirts filled my mouth and he pulled out and covered my face with the rest of his load. Pierre got me off the sling and onto my feet. I could barely stand on my own so he helped me to my feet and too the clothing are to help me get dressed. He walked me back to the hotel and I looked a mess still with cum in my hair and on my face. Since it was nearly 2:00AM there was nobody there to see my cummy look. We got to the hotel and he walked me through the lobby to the elevator. The guy at. There was no answer, but she could hear his stereo or TV on in his room. "Probably left it on" she muttered to herself as she went to the kitchen to make some tea. "I'll have to tell him about that, he's always leaving something on."She took her mug of tea and went through her mail at kitchen table. Bank statements, utility bill and a load of junk mail. She kicked of her shoes and enjoyed the coolness of the floor on her feet. The nose coming from up-stairs suddenly changed, or at least she had. ’ With more than a little trepidation and even more willpower, I picked up the envelope and peeked at the pictures inside. It wasn’t even necessary for me to pull the pictures right out. The first one I saw was of Jean all right, a very naked Jean, who was on her hands and knees, getting it from behind by someone. I couldn’t see who the guy was who was shagging her, but it definitely wasn’t me, the guy was much too fat. I looked back from the envelope to Sonya Springfield. I have no idea what.