The Fremonts
A very loving swinging family moves to a new neighborhood. The Fremonts Part 1 (complete fiction. Author does not condone the events of this story…..for fantasy purposes only) Karlene was finishing up painting the large rock in front of the new house. Jack had already put up a swing in the largest branch of the tree that spread its shade over the rock. “There, that will do nicely,” said Karlene as she looked down at her handiwork. Karlene Fremont was thirty-five, had a knockout body with nice round tits, slim waist, and an ass to die for. Her long black hair hung down to the top of the crack of her ass. Not too shabby for a mom of a fifteen-year-old daughter who was almost the spitting image of herself. Karlene had not noticed the …