I chased feather light touches in one place only to find empty air and wriggled away from caresses in other places. I couldn’t move fast enough to c...atch her, nor could I stop the knee jerks or spine-bending twists her touches caused. I laughed harder than I remembered ever laughing. I tried to plead with her to stop, and ended up bear hugging her to pin her arms to her sides so I could have some relief.Danielle rubbed my sides with the flat of her hands, soothing away the sensations. “I’m sorry. Up until that weekend, we had always promoted a family or corporate atmosphere. But now, The Carousel Club is a weekends only, clothing optional swingers paradise too. It is a place for high rolling individuals to sexually express themselves with absolutely no fear of shame or rejection. Oh, the carousel still runs and is the main event, but it is quite different than what originally intended. As I will show you in a few minutes, it is the focal point of the adult activities each weekend. No wonder, with its name as the lesbian capital of Eurasia! ;-)PDirect relatives of the founder eagerly proposed the first member. We were pleasantly surprised. Look how she looks: tall and slender. Blonde, but smart. Beaufiful face. Blue eyes. Broad smile.Build like an athlete. Her breasts are hardly more than her erect nipples.Both our eldest niece and the girlfriend of her father agreed: together they decided to propose tasty Tessel to open the club. The three ladies from our family were. ‘BASTARD!’ she screamed, and caught him with a full blooded slap across the face as he straightened from loading the clubs. She was about to hit him again when he pushed her away. She stumbled backwards and landed heavily on her rump. Peter had just got out of the car and moved to restrain her. ‘You bastard, you did that deliberately!’ she screamed again. By this time the children had appeared with their bags. Jack ruefully rubbed his cheek wondering what he was supposed to have done. He looked.