....but the ladies can sometimes be a little difficult to read. Things like....."I don't like my arse being touched"...or "I don't like cum in my mout...".....or....."I don't like swapping partners". What usually happens is that you relate what occurred at your last swinging session, and it's good to hear it from the ladies, so you know where the boundaries are. Mal told us how he loves watching his wife being fucked, and the very best is watching his wife being fucked while he's having another. It dulled fast though and left me vaguely hurting. “Not so hard, Kevin,” I warned him after I could talk again. “That last one hurt.” “Sorry, Mrs. K!” he said. “Keep going!” I urged the boy. “Fill my pussy with your cum!” I moaned wildly. What had come over me? I didn’t care. He drew out that man-sword slowly again and making me shudder all over again, and then slipped it deliciously back in. The pleasure burst completely through me. I could barely breathe it was so intense. Slowly, deeply he. I went to her dresser and pulled out her black lacey corset. She cooed, I held it up and she stepped over to me. After doing all twenty five fasteners she turned around so I could pull the cord tightly. I know she loves her tiny waist so I pulled the laces as tightly as I possibly could. Can you breath I asked? She rubbed her sides as she admired herself in the mirror. Her little thirty four B cup tits where forced into pretty little softball sized globes. I handed her black lace top stockings. My mother, still attractive in her advancing year, answered the door after only a few short minutes. "Hello Ricky! You finally decided to come visit your... Good Lord!!!!" she broke off her greeting as she caught site of me on the back porch.My hopes kindled by her reaction, I stood there waiting for some indication of her thoughts. I looked down slightly, embarrassed, the toes of my new boots pointing towards each other a bit as I braced myself for the barrage of questions to come."What on.