”“What do you mean?” He said, “how do you know about my father?”“Oh dear, perhaps l shouldn’t have said anything,” she giggled, “you... obviously didn’t know, your mother and father have been playing with us for years.”“What do you mean playing?”“Fucking sweetheart,” she smiled, “they call it swinging these days, we used to call it wife swapping when we started.”“I don’t understand….how long?”“Oh god, years baby,” she laughed, “you and Evette were both toddlers when we started, it was just a bit. He grinned as he realized she was getting off on this. But still he couldnt resist getting up off the bed and going to her, kissing her neck as his hands covered her own and pushing them into the fabric of her underwear, making her rub herself. She groaned at his touch. He could feel how wet she was through her fingers. He spun her around and grabbed her by the back of her neck, pulling her lips to his and sliding his hand into her panties, copping her ass with his hand before he touched the. While on the plane, Angela bored me with work schedules and stuff, until eventually I just tuned her out entirely. Even inside of the airport, she seemingly would not shut the fuck up about anything. We finally got to our hotel before dinner that late afternoon.After checking in and getting our stuff to our rooms, I invited Angela to dinner at the hotel lobby and she gladly accepted my offer.We agreed to briefly discuss work until we meet the next morning…I noticed some other guests and. The twogirls snickered as I walked past them. I was sure it was aboutDanielle's attraction to me. As I walked back from the Donut shop, I saw Amanda. She smiled at me andwalked up to me and said, "Hi, I don't think you know me, but..." I know who are", I interjected with a smile. She smirked and said, "I bet you want to get into my skirt." What?" I reacted with shock. It was true, in more ways than one, but Ididn't want Danielle's friend thinking that I thought about her friendsin such a way..