"Did you and Mark ever talk about swinging?" Paul asked. "No. He's so straight." More moments passed. We were kissing deeply and Paul's hand was gently rubbing my very sloppy pussy. His cock was in my hand. "Didn't I read about people complaining about some sort of swinging club near the border?" he asked. "I don't know." Paul pushed me down so I was laying across the Brunette bed. He climbed between my legs and started vigorously eating me. He never seems to mind when I am a mess like that. When amateur I started to cum for the nth time that night, he mounted me. I love how hard he works when he's thrusting away inside me. And after a couple rounds it takes him a lot longer to finish. So he often will take a pause with his hard cock at rest inside me. This night - it was a Wednesday - he stopped, and after catching his breath horse-whispered, "Maybe we should check them out." "Who?" "That club place." "Oh. He, he." That Friday, after talking to Mark on the phone, I blowjob drove over to the mall parking lot and got into Paul's car. We drove for 45 minutes to an old house that was obviously out of place in an industrial area. We parked around back and sat in the front seat for a few minutes playing with each other's bodies. When we got out of the car, loud music hit our ears. We went to the door and paid our entrance fee, which went to keep the bar free and maintain the place. A married couple realized we looked lost and introduced themselves. Marty and Eric. They led us to a bank of lockers that must have been salvaged from a school. Now we knew why the web site had encouraged us to bring combination locks. Eric and Marty both had cheap looking satiny robes on and there were robes in our lockers, too. Eric was behind me running his hands all over my chest and reaching under my skirt. Marty was pressing her tits against Paul's back and rubbing his cock thru his pants. I could babe tell he was still hard after our dilly-dally in the car. "Ooooh," she murmured and began to undress him. Eric wasted no time with my clothes either. Five...four...three...two, John was just about to explode. I was just about to look for Troy when I walked through the living room. What the hell? amateur She shifted, her lush thighs crossed before her. “Welcome to Genoa Italy!” At the time, my hand was not big enough to encircle it completely with my fingers and thumb. I won't be allowed blowjob to return to you in Brunette private after you proclaim me your intended bride." “What the fuck?” gasped Melissa. “Mr. Brighton, if you two will take them back to Command-One and alert their principal.” “Anyway,” she ploughed on regardless, babe “in the movie, the martini has a green olive on a toothpick.