Think I must have been keeping it hidden and just blurted out unexpectedly. We kind of fell into our own little trains of thought as we smiled at each...other. Not knowing what to say next, Rick asked me if I wanted to give it a shot and see if the swinging lifestyle was for us.“I’m willing if you are, but if either one of us has any qualms about it, we get out and get out fast”“Sounds good to me Babe. Now we need to decide how we go about finding another couple. Got any ideas?” I knew by the sly. We had a nice privacy fence so we didn't seem them often.As we lay out the parts and began working on the construction, Dad turned to me. "Brian," he said. "I know we pulled you out of high school halfway through, and that wasn't really fair." It's okay Dad. Other than Zeke, I didn't really have many people I cared about. Plus, I like it here." I was getting laid and going on dates here, which had never happened in Charlotte."Well, I'm glad," he said. "Your mother and I have noticed how hard. I pull his trousers and boxers down together and his long hard cock pops out, hitting my cheek. Randy kicks the clothes to the side and I remove his socks, tossing them to the side.I drink in the sight of his shaved cock as I fondle his large ball sac. With my other hand, I stroke the veiny shaft. My hand moves to Randy's cock head and I feel precum. Looking into Randy's eyes, I bring my hand to my mouth. As I lick and suck my fingers clean, I softly moan. Lowering my head, I kiss my way down. The patterns were so nearly perfect that he could find nothing to complain about. He turned to look at Goldman and the two men beamed at each other like two little boys who had found a treasure."Mr. Goldman, you have produced a masterpiece. This must be the Stradivarius of shotguns." Thank you, Mr. Bromly. Your praise warms my heart. Let's return to my shop and discuss further options."After they returned to the shop, Goldman asked if there were any changes that Stan might want. Stan said that.