He directed her soft hand between her smooth thighs, gently placing her fingertips on her pussy, she was already wet as he began to guide her in strok...ing herself. He looked up at her face to gauge her reaction, he wanted more out of her. He pulled her hand away and replaced it with his own, his hands were large and strong, his index finger moved with purpose between her pussy lips, tickling her clit and entered her, she gasp and wrapped her arms around his neck as his finger went deeper into. My nearest counterpart was Sara, a tall slim woman of 26, married with one c***d, natural blond to fair haired, and popular at bathing times, with the men with most to offer financialy.As time passed Sara proved to be a wordly wise girl, especially in the fine art of 'Blowing the old gents', she would say that with her quaint Welsh accent, but apply it expertly and with meaning, after all, she could blow ten on a good day and at 50 quid a pop, tax free, her jaws and private bank account were. After showering, I grabbed a beer and sat down to relax. Ginger was not due home until after 6pm, so I decided to take a little nap. It wasn’t long after I laid down and dozed off that I heard the front door. The clock read 1:40 so I hurried out to see what was up. Ginger had come home early and was in tears. I asked what happened and she told me that she had been let go. They told her and two other girls that they had to cut hours and that they were sorry and hoped she could find another. Thankfully, it is not as obvious as an erection. I see Dennis over with Richard's wife Rachel. He is feeling her bum. Oh, my heavens, I hope if the gentleman I am dancing with sees that he will not be angry. He looks down at me with his handsome face and says, "Cindy, you know this is a swingers party?. We have a few rules. First, you do not have to do anything. We say no means no." Well that is a big relief. "But if somebody wants to play with somebody's spouse that person's partner must also.