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Much of this story is true, so I've divided it into three chapters. Chapter one (History) is true. Chapter two (Visit One) is also true. Chapter three, (Visit Two) is my fantasy of what I wished would have happened. For those of you who have chatted with me online, much of My History and Visit One will be very familiar to you. Also, for those of you who have read my shower story "Golden Girls", you will recognize the setting, as it is very real, and I used that as the setting for that story. My History I was a virgin when I got married at twenty-eight years old. I often hear "How is that possible in this day and age?" The answer is complicated, but it boils down to two things: First, I grew up in a very strict, very conservative, very religious home in a small town in West Texas (less than four thousand people). Secondly, for whatever reason, I was not a amateur sexual person. Sex simply wasn't important to me. My husband was a wonderful man who just happened to be a terrible lover. I didn't know the difference for sure, and surely not from experience, but I knew something wasn't right. Orgasms, which I'd heard a lot about from the girls in high school and college eluded me. Masturbation was another thing I'd heard about, but I'd never tried it. And then my life was turned upside down. My husband homemade was a roofing salesman. He made pretty good money, so we didn't struggle financially. Part of his job required him to get up on roofs and measure them so he could put together an estimate for the homeowner. A few days short of our second wedding anniversary and before having children, he fell head first off a roof onto the driveway and died almost instantly from a crushed skull and broken neck. Naturally, things were crazy for a while after that. The owners of the company he was working for were afraid I'd sue them for something, so they bent over backward to help me. They even gave me a job doing computer work for them—which I could do from home. They did ask me to come to the office sometimes, and even go to see problem customers who wouldn't pay for one reason voyeur or another. They found that I was pretty good at collecting from those customers, and soon, I became a valued member of the company. I used the life insurance money to buy a beautiful home in a quiet little suburb. It had two sexy bedrooms, two baths, and a beautiful kitchen. The backyard had a pool, a hot tub, and a nice privacy fence. A few months into my new job, the boss asked me to go see a couple who had some issues with the way we'd done their roofing job. I didn't know that much about roofing—not enough to bullshit a homeowner, and they appreciated that. My job was to insure them they'd chosen the right company to do their job, and that we'd stand by it a hundred percent. The business part of my discussion with that couple lasted thirty minutes or so, and then they offered me a drink. Over the next hour, we became fast friends. The shocker indian came when they revealed to me quite boldly that they were swingers. They were going to be attending a swinger's party later that evening, and they invited me to go with them. Of course, I declined. Later at home, and after another two drinks, I said "What the fuck! Why not?" So I called them up and accepted their invitation. I'm not sure what I expected to see at a "swing party", perhaps people screwing all over the place, but it wasn't like that at all. It was like any other party. People were dancing and standing around talking in small groups. Ew. voyeur This was a hot treat. Mike was tooling along the two lane road over the mountains that divided this part from the rest of the state. Her diligence and effort were certainly commendable. As I started to return to normal I opened my eyes and looked at the 2 men. As he crawled onto the bed over her, she spread her legs wide, enjoying the sight of his stiff sexy cock hanging down under his body as he leaned over her for a kiss. I couldn’t take it any longer as I put my hand over shower my mouth screaming in unison with Remy. I just stared at her, unblinking, my facial expression becoming undone. I might have a job for them if they are looking for one. I just took several long breaths in an effort to calm myself. But I was still feminine, and never had any problems attracting interest from guys. Her pussy was so lubricated, all I could really feel was her warmth. “You should be excited!” She felt so naughty, bent over like this! “No, I want to finish up in the rose bed, you two go on.” I didn't know if it was just in my head, but it seemed like more than just a thank you hug. ‘I’m sorry, homemade Isabelle. "How far do you want to go?" After another couple of minutes her mouth closed, then opened again, I pointed out what I described amateur above. “Okay, a thousand per performance; but if you run off stage and don’t make it to the end you don’t get paid.” (Running with all her strength) Diana (my sister-in-law) asked while she cooks. I pushed three fingers into her mouth and pried open the back of her throat. Then, she came. The balls of the dildo disappeared faster, the grunting and groaning seemed to lessen, while the moaning became louder, but still very kitten like. She led me to the couch, sat me down and knelt between my legs, her hands spread them wider. Her eyes blinked. We left the store and I saw indian Tom and asked him to carry Mandy's bags.