In the ten years since Roger, I haven't had a relationship that lasted more than a few dates and only one of those.My social life was okay–I went to... parties and social occasions like holidays and such and I had friends, but as far as romantic dates those were very few and far between. And at this point, I hadn't had a man in my bed in three years.So when I saw Johnny's impressive cock screaming to get out of his boxers only inches from me… well, it was a temptation I wasn't prepared to. She grabbed the edge of my shirt and pulled on it to uncover my stomach, I got the hint and pulled back, pulling the shirt the rest of the way and tossing it aside. We undressed there and then hastily, stripping in preparation for more lustful please, however, as I reached to unbuckle my jeans she stopped me. She reached down and grabbed my belt herself, pulling it from the buckle and tugging on the button holding my jeans together next, she peeled the jeans off of me, much like I've done to. I have a gig that you might be interested in." Hmmmm," Sue's voice was soft and low, "what do you have in mind?" Well," Tim began, "two things really. But before I tell you about those, I should tell you something about me. I belong to a swingers club. We have more than two dozen members. Our group has only two rules. No pain, there are other clubs for that. No one does anything they don't want to do." Okay," interrupted Sue, "but what does that have to do with me?" Sue was intrigued. Thoughts. Monica asked, "How do you stay in touch?"I said, "We use amateur radios and talk all the way to our homes in Georgia and Tennessee. Between the radios and the planes, we are able to stay in touch and even provide assistance to one another. We have batteries and simple generators to offer along with radios if you wish them."There was a little translation and a lot of nodding. It was becoming time for supper and I saw more people enter the terminal. Monica came and greeted them. She came toward.