She hadn't yet made up her mind – or gotten the nerve – to actually do anything herself, but she had been getting vicarious thrills from listening to Betty's sexy talk. Now she was glad that the pretty and beautifully stacked girl had told her about the local swap club and had brought her along to peek. Maybe she would go on a double date as Betty had suggested. She could find out if Betty was really as free-wheeling where sex was concerned as she claimed to be.

"Are you enjoying yourself, Stacy? You haven't said one word since we started peeking!"

The shade was up about six inches and there was enough light for Stacy to see Betty's flashing dark eyes when she turned her head. "You know damn well I'm enjoying myself," she whispered. "Have you ever used your tongue like that, Betty?"

Laughing low in her throat, Betty said, "Ask me no questions and I'll tell you no lies!"

"That's answer enough," Stacy said, forcing a smile.

"You aren't disgusted with me, are you?"

"No," Stacy said, looking back into the bedroom. "What you do is your own business, Betty, but I still want you to know that just because we're friends doesn't mean that I'm going to change my way of life. Look. I guess the man's going to return the favor. I guess it'd be called a favor, anyhow."

"That's what it'd be call all right," Betty said, letting out a little laugh again. "That horny swapper's going to take time for some tit-sucking, though!"

The man had straddled the woman after she'd gotten on her back. One of his hands was kneading one big poking breast and he was tonguing the other mound. Watching the male tongue jabbing around and against the nipple, which it was easy to see had gotten hard, made Stacy vividly aware of the way her own nipples had become stiffly erect. They were poking against the restraining bra and she almost wished that she was alone. She could probably just touch her spiked breasts with her fingers and start coming like crazy. As soon as she got home she'd finger-fuck the hell out of herself. Stacy felt her face flush and was glad that Betty couldn't read her feverish mind.