So why are they always so damn happy? Never without a grin, always giving an enthusiastic wave and a “how do ya do” no matter what time of the day...and no matter what day of the week. Life consistently gives them the shaft and yet they carry on like every day is the best damn day of their life. What’s their secret? Is it a loving partner that cares for them? Nope. Is it a newfound religion? Not likely. Is it drugs? No… well, maybe. But it’s also something else, something much more magical. No,. ’ With a straight face I asked which of the two of her had said that. Giggling, she feigned to slap me but instead took my face between her hands again. ‘Fool! Oh Paulie, I seem to have a special talent for hurting you, don’t I. C’mere, let me kiss it better.’ She pulled my head gently towards hers and placed a tender kiss on my temple. Her jasmine perfume filled my nostrils. Behind her, Jim gave me a filthy leer and raised his whisky tumbler to me in mock salute. Releasing me, Jen put an arm. " I did exactly that and by the next morning I had dropped 2 loads in her pussy. The original friend also told me new friend was a swinger and she told me some of these stories. One in particular caught my interest though. Apparently the previous year, she had friends over at her place for sex. A female and a guy. She is bi so she showed me some pics of her and her friend sharing the guy's cock and sucking tits. However the part that interested me the most is about the guy and her (legal). You are pressed against my back, I feel your hardness against me, wanting to come out to punish my softness for mere attempt to curb its intents. Your hands start their journey on my shoulders, all the way down to my hands, they stop there, and guide them again, against the wall, lead without any resistance. Your hands hitch my skirt up, slowly, feeling every curve as they go along. Pause. I hear your breathing, heavier, and I feel your eyes burning behind me. You pull my knickers down, all.