I simply stood still and waited, unsure what she would do next, if anything. I knew there was a distinct possibility that this was it, but I didn’t ...think that was the case.“Can I claim my prize?” she asked saucily.“I thought seeing me naked WAS the prize,” I grinned. “But what did you have in mind?”“Your cue in my pocket!”“That sounds like a prize for me!” I replied. “And a very interesting way to celebrate your birthday!”She smiled and quickly stripped off her panties, then stood up so I could. The necessary attractions just aren't there. What I'm looking for is a friendship as close as the one we have with Art and Betsy but one where the intimacy isn't limited either just to talk or just sex." That sounds ideal." Lizbeth sighed."Trouble is I don't think we'll ever find it in swinging. Everyone in swinging is perfectly willing to have physical intimacy and completely unwilling to have emotional intimacy. Most of the couples here even view it as a threat."Lizbeth nodded "There is still. His face was contorted with lust, a driving need in him, lashing him to sexual fury. The thought crossed her mind that his face looked almost savage... sadistic."Crap!" he spat. "It'll be all right! A cunt'll stretch as much as it needs to... take any size cock!"She gaped up at him, her tormented eyes begging him for relief, but there was now no mercy in him. He shoved, again, harder, and it popped just inside the warm elastic mouth of her cunt, the smooth, rubbery head, buried throbbingly now. I moved up over her and positioned my eager cock between her legs and began to push. It slipped in rather suddenly after some initial resistance and was about halfway in when Lori just went and pushed down all the way. I started doing my thing and, yes, she felt really good, tight, wet, smooth, slippery inside, just great. She didn't just lay there, either, she was as much into it as I was, which was more than I'd expected. Unlike some of these hook-ups, I guess, Lori seemed to enjoy the sex we.