." She countered with a whisper, "you can measure them with your tongue if you want..." She giggled in my ear, and I proclaimed... "Ohhhh, such a loya...l customer you are, Ma'am..." It was a little awkward, but we moved forward the next few steps with our arms completely around each other ... We toned it down a little – just a little – when we reached the "food pavilion". I pointed out a table to Carly, and got us a Pepsi and some Fries. When I sat down, she put the single straw in the drink,. "But it will depend on if you push their hands away or not, when they see you being touched. If you would let them play with you, I'm sure they would also fine you."And that last part was explicitly directed to me, I think he knew what I was thinking when I had asked that last question. Because I had been thinking exactly how I wouldn't protest if people would like to touch me. However, with a fine above my head, I could better protest when somebody would try.When we had walked a few meters. Without saying a word, she hugged me tightly before scurrying into our bedroom to change her clothes. While she did so, I logged on to our swinging site and found that Kyle was online.“Hey,” I wrote to him.“Hey, sexy-face!” he responded.“Well, thanks, but this isn’t Kathleen,” I responded. “It’s Joe.”“Oh, hey, Joe! Good to see you online.”“So, Kathleen told me about your request for her to visit,” I wrote.“Yeah, sorry, I should have run that by you first,” he responded. “I got caught up in the. She unzipped his cock and bent over him, enveloping it in her mouth. I turned rapidly away only to find my wife had stopped walking with me. She was stood beside the car, brazenly staring at what was going on inside. I grabbed her arm, and pulled her alongside me."Sally. What do you think you're doing?" I asked her."Did you see that? Oh my God," she began to laugh, holding her hands over her face."I think we'd better get out of here." How about we go for a drink?" she asked."Okay," I said..