I spread for its piercing presence.I shivered.Eric and I make love all the time. Sometimes we even have sex when we do. Or should I say: we made love?...I am sure he still does, but do I?There was a time, not long ago, when the mere touch of his hand on my cheek gave me goose bumps. His soft breath on my nipple made me wet my panties. Just a stolen kiss could scatter my thoughts like a kaleidoscope.Sometimes an awful thought invades my mind. It is evil, so evil that at first I adamantly refused. She was very near a shattering orgasm and needed very little to push her over the edge. I dipped the tip of my tongue deeply into her vagina, feeling its heat and the metallic taste of her extreme arousal. Carmen convulsed again, pulling a small handful of hair from my head that would have made me cry out if my mouth hadn’t been pressed against her large inner lips, which I sucked between my teeth eagerly. “Please…” she begged me in a voice almost unrecognisable as hers. I glowed with pleasure. She was convinced both her parents were watching as her curtains could be seen to flutter when she looked in that direction.Back home in Sweden all three are Swingers and both Mother and daughter are regarded as insatiable women.Of course as for myself after graduating I went back to Africa to work and soon began relieving my fantisies with black men, as some of my stories highlight my sexual exploits with other teenage girls from Sweden.Like many readers on here I also spend many days in the. I hold her hand and went inside the room, we both got to freshen up and I thought of taking her somewhere, and we planned to go to a mall.I was holding her hand and she was smiling, took her to a boutique and told her –Me : I want to buy you some modern clothes ( she never wore any modern dresses )Archu : I would like to buy salwarMe : no we are friends, I will buy you some modern dresses and you are wearing those until we stay in Mysore.Archu : okay but I feel uncomfortable ( in a low voice.