...Then on the opposite side of this,you have the couples who post a small novellette about how wonderful they are,how rich they are,how educated they... are,how in shape they are,how "classy" they are,and they usually have a long list of "commandments" about what they will, and wont do,and what you will, and wont do,also,what youre not going to be,and who will,or the types who will NOT be swinging with them....Now,this is all well and good.This is no problem,actually.Its their lifestyle. "Ahh Chris," she said, her eyes glazed over, "could you run me a bath please? I'll definitely need one after this."Chris nodded and walked past them into her private bathroom, hearing Victoria howl yet again. He turned on the tub and ran a hot bubble bath, adding her blend of bath salts as she had directed before returning to the bedroom. He found her with her back to him, cum oozing from her pussy down to her thighs as her head bobbed up and down in Kyle's lap."Oh fuck..." he groaned, his hand. “My name’s Charlie.” I reached out.“Amy.” She shook my hand. So small, so dainty, so cute.“You work here?”“Receptionist, leasing office, upstairs. You live here?”“For a while. Can you press eleven for me?”“Sure.”The door opened on eleven. “I hope to see you again, Amy. Have a great rest of the day.”“Same to you, Mr ... Charlie, and thank you.”It was another four or five days, I certainly wasn’t keeping track. A man my age, a woman her age, that would be what they would call idiocy in most. And chase her I would. I wanted, no...NEEDEDto twine my tongue with hers. I needed her close to me.Even if it didn't go any farther then this, I didn't care.I was crazy in this moment, and all I wanted were theintimacy, not exactly the sex.The hand on my hips started climbing gently up my torso, her touch soft: barely there.If she hadn't have reached one of my breasts and gave it a gentle squeeze, I might have really thought I was dreaming.I pulled her tighter to me while I moved my mouth just.