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The escaped convicts informed their prisoners of their fate: wife-swapping, Lesbianism, daisy chains, fellatio, cunnilingus-everything in the book would be performed on them. But what the convicts didn’t know was that their prisoners-married couples who were staying at the lodge-did all these things and more anyway! For them, wife-swapping was a way of life. In his book, The Sexual Revolution, Benjamin Morse, M.D., sums it up this way: “Because of the form of wife-swapping, the organized nature of it, the equation with fun and modernity and liberalism, the wife-swappers have succeeded in transforming a vice into something that seems to be positively virtuous.”
Dot Weir, pretty, freckle-faced, shook her head so that her red hair fell back over her shoulders. She was stark naked, unashamed and beautiful as she reclined in the double bed in Andy Kerr’s cabin. Her knees were up as she lay propped against the pillows, so she could watch the young handyman as he tugged on his dungarees. Then she followed the white line of her milky-skinned thighs down to the bush of red pubic hair around the still-glistening lips of her cunt. Her eyes traced up her belly and examined each of her amply proportioned breasts, where she could still feel the tingly excitement of two hot mouths sucking at her nipples at the same time. Her pussy twitched as she recalled the fiery action that had occurred for the last half hour. From her sensitive nipples, Dot glanced at Andy, standing directly between the points of her knees, to the far side of her left knee, where her husband, Steve Weir, chunky and compact of body, surly appearing, but really very gentle, stood.
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