According to my most amazingly beautiful sister, our neighbors, Frank and Lillian Granger, were swingers, for lack of a better term. In reality, Fran...k was mostly gay, something the couple had realized after being married for a few years, and Lillian was all too eager to assist him in his pursuit of other men. She loved to watch, and sometimes indulge her Sapphic desires when those other men brought their wives or girlfriends.At some point, Frank and Lillian had seduced my parents. I’m not. They were indulging in a family hug, surrounding Helfe and letting her know how they felt about her being in harms way and how relieved they were that she had returned to them safely.He strode across the room and joined in, unashamedly delighted at his wife's return and taking immense comfort himself from the close proximity, touch and feel of his family."Let's all go down to the loch side," he suddenly said."What? Are you serious my Lord? It's the middle of winter, it will be freezing," Fiona. She lost all control of herself and flopped her head on my chest, saying, “Umm…aah, Sudip,” in a low tone.I pushed her back and let her light frame drop into the soft cotton bed. The clock was ticking, and I was desperate to fuck her at least once. If our spontaneous fuck ended well, we could plan for slow sex later.She watched with wide eyes as I stood on one knee and rubbed my cock on her pussy entrance. She was dripping wet already, but she reached out to hold my cock. I let her have it for. To his surprise, Huntress had endorsed this at the general discussion at the table. She had said that she liked the idea that once he learnt to blink properly, he could come home every night, just as Darcy had suggested. This gave him food for thought.Huntress started them off. She reiterated what they had discussed at the table. She then surprised him by saying she wanted him to take more responsibility for helping to educate those who learnt to change so that they could travel and not be.