She quickly got dressed into her riding outfit. She combed her long hair and dusted her face with some rose powder and dabbed a little rouge onto her ...ips. Spritzed herself with a little lavender water and she was off. She packed a simple lunch, a cold beef sandwich, an apple and some biscuits and poured some hot tea into her little silver flask. She'd skip the wine today. All was set and out the door she went.She grabbed her straw hat on her way out and tied the dark green ribbons under her. Then I gave it a minute to soak in....i was getting wet again from my own juices. I rubbed his cum on my clit, I was sooooo horny. I had to see who was home before I really got into it. When i walked, his cum still warm on my pussy and ass I could walk very well. Went into the bathroom and wiped up a bit. When i came out of the bathroom. WHo was standing there....Jamie...my heart stopped. He told me he was sorry but He Had to do it. His cock was still swollen in his pants. I could see. ‘Those tits are magnificent’ he said and he cupped each of my tits and started massaging my nipples. I just stood there and let it happen, I was quite enjoying the attention. Here is the top that I was wearing.‘I’m sorry’ he said, but it just can’t stop here. He picked me up and took me indoors, to my bedroom. He placed me down on the bed and continued to caress my tits and nipples. I was wearing a long black skirt, that split at the front, I was wearing a suspender belt and stockings, but no. Jeena and I moved to Houston in 1988 and continued the swinging activities we started in the Midwest. We wanted to go to Galveston for Mardi Gras but it was always too cold in February for what we had in mind. Then came 1991 and the warmest winter in years. We and two couples we played with decided to go for the first weekend so our wives could show their tits around town. Silly me, I thought that and some “wife swapping” at the end of the evening would be all there was to it. Now Jeena is a.