)Once there, we both laid on our left sides to relax. I started gently rubbing my member against her smooth and generous backside. (Katie was a size 1...2-14 and wore it well, though I always wanted her to show off more of her tits.) She let out a series of soft moans as I cupped her right breast and kissed her right shoulder. Then she started pushing back and I started kissing the spot on her neck that made her sound like she had mild Tourettes.I told her, rather pointedly, that I wanted her to. She was a twenty-six-year-old mother of a seven-year-old girl. From listening to their heated conversation, I gathered they had discussed mate swapping but had never actually done it. Now, George was pushing it with all his rhetorical skills. Alicia argued someone needed to look after the daughter, an argument which was swaying her husband to her point of view. Had I been nice, I would have kept silent. Instead, I offered Andy as a babysitter. Her face crumbled as George leapt to accept and. So to continue, her first husband graduated from college without knowing she was fucking her work boss, fellow workers, and a few of his college teammates. So he got a job and they moved to the Texas Rio Grande Valley. When the tequila and d**gs were cheap. Combine this with a young lady that when sober had very little inhibitions when it came sex, the genie was let out of the box so to speak.She got a job and was soon fucking her boss and co-workers. Her boss almost every day and her. There was a heavy pause. "How did you know?", he asked eventually. I am not one to admit easily to a lucky guess: "It's obvious! Let a man imagine an ideal woman and he imagines a slut. It takes no imagination to work out how Andrea would support herself if she had to. She'd be good at it too, I wager." "She was," mumbled Andrew, rapidly turning crimson red. "But she wasn't... isn't... my ideal woman!" There was no point being cruel, so I changed the subject: "What did you do with the.