"What's up?" I was wondering what the plan was for tonight. What kind of activitiesare we doing?" she asked."Have you ever been swing dancing?" I aske...d."Swing dancing?" she asked. "Like that movie last year, Swingers?" You know it?" I asked surprised. I myself didn't even see that movieuntil I was in my mid-20's. For some reason it resonated with my group ofmale friends."Yeah, I saw it with a group of friends. It was pretty cool." So yes - that's exactly what we're doing. I found a ballroom. The guys all gathered around, stroking their cocks while I started to tease my nipples and flat belly, moving my hips invitingly and moaning. These guys all wanted to see me masturbate for them, and I wanted their cum all over my body! I gave them a good show, my dark eyes wandering over each man in turn, my tongue snaking out to lick my sweet lips as I thought about what each man had to offer me. Vaguely I wondered if I'd be able to fuck any of them later; like I said, I'm a slut!Watching. . have his way with me. That's not what I want or what I'm looking for in my first lover. I want a man who I care for, and who cares about me – I thought maybe an older man"...She regripped my hands looking into my eyes again, I felt something very deep, and it wasn't the expectation of sex, it was more – a benevolence, a warmth that washed across my heart."Number 355!" I'll get it," we both said at the same time, getting up together and getting the food. We brought it back and started to. She loved her dad, and now he was her lover. She'd done it for her boyfriend, because he had told her to do it, and she had to talk to him right now and tell him all about it, and see if he was mad or not.Dressing quickly in her bathrobe, she bolted to her room and closed and locked the door. Firing up her computer she waited to see if he was on. "Please, please, please be on... ," she whispered.Carl practically ran down to his office and flipped on his computer screen, and fired up his chat.