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Swingers Pictures
Swingers Pictures :
re nights of heaven before we returned to civilization, but we brought back precious memories We still haven'f figured out if we want to find ofther couples to fuck, but we're all getting together agin in the next moth or so and maybe we'll figure it out then.
Not to make light of a terrible hurricane that caused horrible destruction to the fabric of our society and to our beloved city, but as far as I can recall this is exactly what happened (though of course I've changed the names) when we rode the storm out, so here's our story.
We live in New Orleans, and love the city. My name is Sherri and my husband Dan and I moved there five years ago, but we've built our retail businesses there and have made lots of friends, so when Hurricane Katrina arrived it was very difficult for us to pack up and leave, especially since a group of us were concerned about our stores on Magazine Street. Three couples and we all had similar interests and were good friends, but there had never been any sexual component to our friendship. I mean, two of us had pools so we had all seen each other in swimsuits and I can't deny looking at the other husbands and being attracted just because they were nice looking guys, but we all acted pretty straight around each other.
We all have children but they had been sent off to various other states with the grandparents. We live on the same two streets, so we picked the strongest house and agreed that we would sit the storm out together.
We have pretty similar stories; Jill and Tom were in antiques and had been together for about six years, Tom is in his late thirties and is a cutie who keeps in great shape, his wife Jill has a body to die for, slim hips, long legs, pretty smile and boobs that are just too big to be real. Brigitte and Rick have a clothing store, Brigitte is a short red-headed ball of fire, not terribly pretty but dynamic and always the life of the party. She has what I think of as a tennis body, short, compact, with firm legs and a slightly large but firm ass. Her husband is a slightly grey haired lawyer in his forties, distinguished looking, in good shape with a great sense of humor. My husband Dan and I have a bookstore, and Dan is one of those large men who look as if they were linebackers, but turn out to be gentle giants. He's one of the sexiest men I've ever known, but in a quiet, refined way,
We had prepared fairly well, we thought, but of course there is always something that goes wrong. We settled down in our house, started the generator which powered a small air-conditioner, the fan and a refrigerator and opened a couple of bottles of wine, listening to the rising wind, enjoying the drama of the rain storm, watching the news reports. The power started going on and off in the rest of the house and Tom suddenly remembered that he had not turned off their gas line. He became convinced that the pilot light on his industrial stove might blow out, allowing gas to continue to flow, and was afraid that if the power continued to go on and off a spark might set the house off. We tried to tell him this was a foolish concern, but then we worried that if his house went up in flames it could spread all the way down the block, so we agreed that two of us should make a dash to turn off the gas.
At this point we were all a little buzzed and the wind had started howling, but we thought that for the sake of the kids we should only send one parent from each family, so I agreed to run over to the house with Tom. We thought we would be back in a few minutes, but the moment I left the front door I knew we had a problem. The wind was howling like a banshee and the noise was truly frightening. Tom grabbed me around the waist and the two of us raced down the street. Just as we turned into the house a tree limb that must have been six inches across flew up behind us. I thought it had missed us, but Tom folded. He had been struck a glancing blow on the back of the leg. We made it into the darkened house and quickly found the gas main and shut it off, but it was clear to us that we couldn't go back into the street.
At this point I noticed that blood was seeping from the back of Tom's pants. . We went up the stairs to the bathroom and got the first aid kit and then crept back down to the living room swingers pictures.
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. We were both soaked, and brought along towels to dry off swingers pictures. Their living room was decorated with an eastern flair, decorated with huge mirrored pillows, statues of Buddha and tall candlesticks. I lit the candles. Tom had suggested that he go the bathroom to dress his wound, but I told him not to be silly, that underwear was no different than bathing suits. I had shucked out of my slacks and shirt and had dried myself with a towel and then rolled my clothes in the towel to dry. . I was sitting in my bra and panties, and had to admit I had a tiny thrill at telling him to take down his trousers swingers pictures. I had him lay face down on a couple of pillows. The branch had given him a deep graze that extended over o
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