. and kinda... hot" she whispers softly under her breath while biting her lip. Her eyes travel down my body and to my crotch. I glance down at it just... to realize that it is fully erect and noticeable from outside my shorts. My face gets as red as an apple. She stares at it, almost with awe, silently. She soon shakes her head and looks back up at me, blushing heavily and nervously smiling. "I... Uhm.. Sorry" she says to me as if she's the one who did something wrong. "No, no, it's fine, it's. .."It's the pampas grass that lets them know" says one old biddy"Really" her friend says in horror"Yes, pampas grass means that they you know..swing"Well, a junior reporter I might have been but I knew they weren’t talking about garden furniture. Listening more closely I heard them talk abouta secret swingers network that had taken over the newly built ‘executive’ estate at the north end of the village. Now there was a story.I dreamed on a bit about seeing my name on the by-line of a national. Just before the door closed I said, ‘You’re welcome, Ellie.’ ********* It was back to the grind. Two weeks passed. We talked a few times on the phone and met for lunch now and then. Ellie always seemed to be on my mind. The staff and I were busy with the latest news and most of the reporters and photographers were out in the field. Just my friend Mick and I were in the office. Mick had just finished an article about the city council and dropped it into the out box sitting on his desk. He pushed. I inserted the water hose for the second time and water rushed in, slowly filling her. Sinthia was a beautiful blonde with shapely breasts. She was not muscular, but in excellent physical shape. Her thighs and abs where lovely, and very feminine. She had a small waist and almost perfect curves. I removed the water hose. Water and semen spurted out from her ass, Sinthia would clench and wrestle slightly at the relief of so much pressure. I flicked Sinthia's tiny clit, she gasped, leaning up to.