It’s a warm, Sunday morning, and I’m at church. I’m not a church guy; however I do occasionally go to play the guitar for the hymns, just to please my mum. So, I wasn’t playing at this particular time, and the Vicar was rambling on about a shepherd. He said that they were up on
A Special Barbecue
I’m not sure these warnings do any good but:..This is a story about bisexual swingers. This means the guys fuck the guys, too. If that notion bothers you, please back out now.For those of you who are intrigued or excited by the prospect of no-limits sex, enjoy…*******”George, honey, where are you? We’re already fifteen minutes