“I vote we look in here,” I giggled, expecting Amelia to look shocked and then realise I was kidding. “Okay,” she shrugged, heading straight t...rough the door before I could stop her. I followed her inside, feeling as if my joke had been ruined. Together we browsed past the massage oils and fifty shades inspired kit until we came across rows and rows of lingerie. There was more choice in here than most department stores and soon we were both laden down with items. Finally we headed for the. I see things like that all the time, especially in the porn industry where almost everyone has a second job to keep afloat financially. It's really not the lucrative industry everyone thinks it is, except for a couple of fat cats at the top who rip everyone off."Xania sighed, thinking about how she had to struggle to get by working as a dental assistant, something she didn't really want to do. Then she continued, "But I digress. My point is, I've seen a lot of people come and go, people who can. He understood about my high sex drive and my need to be completely naughty and sometimes kinky. We decided to become involved in the swingers lifestyle. We anticipated that this could address my need for almost constant sexual activity, while the relative safety of not straying outside the groups.We started by going to a few of the clubs which was great. We made a number of different friends within that lifestyle, which allowed us to explore my many options, while actually strengthening our. ”“No fucking way,” Becca argued. “I’ve been wanting your dad’s cock since the first time I saw him. Way before you started thinking about doing him.”Nicole’s face scrunched up in a peculiar way. “You know what? You’re right. I never thought anything like this was really possible with my dad until you started talking about it.” She grabbed her friend’s face and forced her to look up from her crotch. “This was your whole plan all along, wasn’t it?”Becca giggled. “You’re welcome!”“Sorry, Daddy, it.