The Cuban Patriots' Cause Is Just

When they entered the room, Midge's earlier pangs of jealousy about constantly sharing Lucille faded with the anticipation of so much sex. It wasn't, she had reasoned with herself, so much the fact that men fucked Lucille. It was women. Midge knew that in a swinging party anybody was liable to jump anybody and, down deep, she wanted to be the only woman to be able to give pleasure and satisfaction to Lucille's delightful pussy. "Well, we'll off and running," Lucille said. "Let's dance." Midge molded into her arms and they started dancing. Around them couples, men and women, women and women, and men and men, were locked in embraces that only suggested dancing. Several of the couples were already disrobing and falling to the floor. While Midge was looking around the room in awe, Lucille was studying the expressions of faces-particularly the ones looking at Midge. She wasn't sure, but she thought the girl was causing just the amount of stir and whispers that she had expected. Nearly all of the men, including the gays, and most of the women, were casting sidelong glances and licking their lips when they took in Midge's body ...»