I sat, enjoying both boobs being sucked, then Sandra's right hand was on my thigh and quickly up my skirt. She rubbed my mound for a few seconds then ...lifted my skirt up to let Martin see what she was doing and carried on rubbing between my legs. I opened my legs more and Martin's hand went down there too. Sandra put her hand on his to encourage him to continue.Sandra stood up and removed her jeans. Then, just wearing brief panties, she crouched down in front of me, eased my panties to one side. “No, not with me, do you?” He asked looking a little forlorn. “At my place, do you think you can make it that far? Or will you explode?” I eyed his rock hard organ. “If we go fast!” We both jumped up and ran while putting our clothes back on. We jumped into the car forgetting our stuff; we could always get it later. This was more important. We had scarcely made it in the door when Samuel pushed against the wall and began kissing me again. His erection pushed into me as well, I wasn’t sure if. ”Jill looked thoughtful for a moment, and I waited for her to share her thoughts. “Maybe it’s the gradual drip, drip, of all the things Liam and Callan told you over the last few years.”Maybe Jill had hit the nail on the head. Liam and Callan, and another couple of guys who I knew less well had never stopped extolling the virtues of the swinging lifestyle. Well, at least, not until Callan’s recent troubles. And maybe Jill was right. Their incessant encouragement, maybe, had finally borne. She wanted me to get permission from my mom to bring the 4-year-old son during her work at our home.I spoke to my mom , initially she refused but I convinced her and made to agree. Next day onwards she brought her son, so I used to play with her son and give food and make wear dress. Sometimes give a bath to her son. She felt happy when I do this little work for her. Since my mother goes out for market for 1 to 2 hours, I had all freedom to do all these services to her. Then she told me , that.