During the drive to our house, the big John personality was gone and we just talked. We talked about the party and the other guests he and his wife kn...ew.When we got to the house I expected him to want to rush to bed. Again, I was mistaken. He wanted to get a drink and talk some more. We talked for almost another hour about why they were swinging and why Doug and I started. It was a really nice talk. I felt myself getting horny hearing him tell me about their swinging.To my surprise, I was the. Her chest heaved upward as she arched her back, finally glorying in the touch and feel of her master. She began to touch and caress him as his hands roamed her lush body. Her fingers softly caressing his hard chest and abs as she continued to lower her hands to his pulsating stalk of man meat. He drew in a sharp breath of air as she caressed his cock and he slowly kissed his way down to her rounded breast and sucked on her large pink nipples, so much like soft erasures in their hardness. Her. I watched in amazement as they each picked up a tree branch. From my vantage point I could see clearly that it was a stout piece of wood that could be used as a club. I then watched as they took a rock or a stone into their remaining hands, until all were filled. When they were done, they started shuffling again. Slowly they headed into the brush that surrounded the basin. They didn't go very far.The 'beings' travelled through the brush, heading south. They travelled only for about three. .. do you know I actually caught two of them urinating against out back wall...”“Good grief! Did you? What did you do?” asked a visibly shocked turning angry Floris, dropping her fork, which Belle got up, scuttled round to pick up after wiping on her apron. The house owner inspected the cutlery closely before wiping it herself on the edge of the linen tablecloth and continuing her meal. Belle knew better than to tell Floris piss had drenched some of the produce, knowing she had taken care of.