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When Vera saw what was coming off on the screen, she yearned to have part of the action. And she got it! She and her husband Earl met up with some sizzling swingers, and their lusty antics stopped the show! In his book, Wife Swapping–A Complete 8-Year Survey of the Morals in North America, Thomas J. B. Wilson, Ph.D., states: “Calculated estimates from professional statisticians now place the number of adult Americans who have in the past or are currently engaging in mate trading in clandestine groups at more than five million couples! This would mean that more than five per cent of the total married population of the United States has been, and/or is, involved in mate trading.”
Vera Weston stood on the corner and looked halfway down the block toward the movie marquee. The night light shining through the window of the closed drugstore beside her illuminated her small, tight figure.
She was wearing her green mini tonight. It made her tits thrust against the top with unconfined softness so that her nipples poked against the material of the dress and showed plainly without the bra. A soft breeze tugged warmly at the hem of the mini and showed her trim legs and the softness of her thighs nearly to her ass. Her brown eyes grew hot as they ran over the big lettering on the marquee, and a delicious tingle throbbed through her groin and made her cunt water.
Midnight Triangle, it said. ADULTS ONLY.
Vera read it and sucked in her breath and rubbed her thighs together. She could feel the hot juice dripping from the puffy lips of her pussy and running along the soft inner surfaces of her thighs and around the bottom of her crotch. Flesh rubbed against flesh as she stood and made little flexing motions with her knees as if she had to piss real bad and was trying to hold it. The cunt juice smeared slickly and shone under the hem of the mini in the light from the window.
If she’d been wearing panties, the nylon would’ve caught the running juice from her cunt. But she knew that if she’d been wearing panties, then what she was going to do in the movie house would be harder, if not downright impossible. Then it wouldn’t even have made sense to wear her mini.
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