And I knew her. Jill was my English Lit teacher from my school. She was short, married, had a Texas accent, and in her mid fifties. A little petite la...dy with a lot of energy but also looked kind of old and not someone I would expect to see at a sex swing event. We all got introduced and everyone started small talk. Jill grabbed and took me to the bathroom. "Kenny, you are the last person I expected to see here. You can not tell a soul about this." Jill said as she undid her shirt then dropped. . Ca... Cal... vin..." She managed to barely squeak out. At first I thought she somehow recognized me, but as she continued to say my name she slowly turned towards my bedroom door. She was trying to call for my help. "Ca... Ca... Cal... vin..."As she slowly made her way to my door, I began to slowly creep towards her, growling all the while. When she saw that I was slowly making my ways toward her, she bolted for my room. I had predicted this and weaved around the room and furniture until I. She was a highly religious virgin d**g free type, and I was pretty interested in corrupting her values. The connection was there all night between us and I kept getting more and more turned on. She touched me constantly, flirted with me, but she was shy, and I am too. After the party, we all slept at Tina's pool house, the four of us.By midnight Tina and Amber were drunk and passed out. I was a little buzzed, and Lexy only had a couple drinks, so we were good. We talked for hours, but the time. He didn't raise his voice, or a hand to her. He simply fixed her with a gaze that shut her up and had her looking like a deer in the headlights. What he said couldn't be heard by anyone else, but you could see her visibly wilt and then break down in tears before running away. She'd finished that semester but transferred out to the Honolulu campus. There were some rumors, but no one ever said anything to, or about him, and most especially not in his hearing about it.The other time was when.