Another round of drinks, and Chelsea was feeling hornier than ever, the memory of Marcia's lips meshed to her still strong in her mind. Darren held onto her waist, keeping her close in the sea of swingers who had filled Duck Pond, each looking for that next exotic encounter or just catching up with lovers from the past. Chelsea couldn't believe how open and free everyone was, so different from the cold, shut-off reception they received from Tucker's Hideaway. This was the crowd Chelsea was looking for when she started her search for swingers. These were the friendly, sexy people she wanted between her legs. Her p***y dripped just thinking about the possibilities and adventures surrounding her.
“You doing all right?" Darren asked as he squeezed her waist. He held a fresh whiskey in his han
