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On New Year Eve my dad went out to a party, and so did Rosie (and no, not together). We all got permission from the parental units to have a small party at my house. Just us. Holly and Keith, and Linda and I.

Oh, and Mandy too. Yea, we were also on babysitting duty. Not that at being 14 next month she really needed a “babysitter”. But it was one of the conditions for the girls getting to stay over.

So we hung out, listened to music, and danced between joking around. And everybody danced with everybody. One of the best parts early on was when we were chilling out and Keith was going on about the album I had got him.

He had brought along his guitar and a small portable amp, and had been plucking out some tunes. Linda and Holly were chatting on the loveseat, and Mandy was sitting in my lap. A few times in the last month she had taken to calling me “big brother”, which actually gave me a bit of a glow. Being an only k**, I had always wondered what it would be like to have a younger sister. And now I seem to have had one adopt me.

“Dude, that’s so radical! I mean, it’s like 60’s stuff, kinda like the Beach Boys but instrumental. I knew who they were, because of Hawaii 5-0 of course, and I knew most of the songs on the album, but the way they were played blew my mind!”

He then went into a slightly up-tempo version of a song I already recognized. The girls stopped chatting as they heard, and they were both going “I know that song!” And while The Ventures played it instrumental, Keith started singing.

“Oh you can kiss me on a Monday, a Monday, a Monday, it’s very very good. Or you can kiss me on a Tuesday, a Tuesday, a Tuesday, in fact I wish you would.”

By the second verse, Linda and Holly had both joined him, basically as background vocals.

“Or you can kiss me on a Wednesday, a Thursday, a Friday, and Saturday is best. But never ever on a Sunday, a Sunday, a Sunday ‘cause that’s my day of rest.”

At about the half-way point when Keith was playing the bridge, the girls whispered together for a moment.

When they finished all 3 of the girls went and hugged him, and Holly gave him a kiss.

The 3 of them chatted quietly for a moment as Mandy sat on my lap again, and soon they were starting again. But this time, it sounded different.

Now the girls were singing it with the traditional lyrics, but Keith was singing slightly different lyrics.

(Keith) Oh I can kiss you on a Monday, a Monday, a Monday, it’s very very good. (Girls) Or you can kiss me on a Tuesday, a Tuesday, a Tuesday, in fact I wish you would.

They spent about 30 minutes on it, and when Keith finally stood up he gave both girls a huge hug. “I think with a few more changes, this might work out pretty good! Here, let’s see if you can keep up.

They went through it one more time, but this time the girls (including Mandy as she had vacated my lap to join them) were all singing the first line as the woman, and Keith would sing the second return line as a man. It was, different. Not quite a duet, and not quite romantic either. And with a guitar and speed more like what Van Halen would play, it was not exactly soft either. But neither was it metal. And every other verse they were switching who would sing the lines, first the girls, then Keith. Then the next line Keith went first, followed by the girls.

He went to the kitchen and started pulling out his music book, so we knew he would be busy for about a half-hour writing up the score and arrangement they had just made. So I went and pulled out my dad’s copy of the record.

They all listened, and it sounded similar to what Keith had done, but still different. But there were no vocals on this version, so when it finished I pulled out the Petula Clark version and put that one on.

This was the version all of them were familiar with, and finally Mandy asked what it meant. I asked her what she thought it meant, and she said she thought it was about a girl who wanted her boyfriend to give her at least one day off. Holly coughed when she said that, and I laughed. But looking at Linda, I could see that she had thought the same thing.

“Oh, no Mandy. But also, yes in a way. You see, the girl singing is a prostitute. And Sunday her her day off.” I then sang one of the later lines for her:

“Or try to kiss me on a gray day, a May day, a payday, and see if I refuse. And if you make it on a bleak day, a freak day, a weekday, why you can be my guest.”

As I sang it, I emphasized “pay day” and “you can be my guest”.

Both sisters were now blushing a little, and giving naughty giggles. I guess they never realized that what sounds at first like a love song was actually about a hooker who simply needed a break!

Holly then said “He’s right, ya know. Like, a few months ago I was watching PBS, and like they are always showing these old movies, especially foreign ones. I came in partway through, and it was like a Greek movie ya know? The movie the song’s from is really like, about a prostitute.”

During the rest of the night we did some smooching, and Mandy was visibly tired near the end. When Dick Clark was counting down the ball dropping at midnight I gave Linda a deep and loving kiss as she was sitting in my lap, as Keith and Holly did the same. After we broke I pulled Mandy over and gave her a much softer kiss, but still felt her melt a bit against me.

Shortly afterwards, the girls were all going in the guest room to sleep (Linda and Holly on the sofa bed, Mandy in one of our sleeping bags on the floor. Keith was in another sleeping bag on my floor, and of course I was in my bed.

At around 2 I heard a soft tapping on the door. It opened, and I saw Holly poke her head in and I waved her in. Keith was just starting to come around when she leaned over me and whispered “Linda’s downstairs”, then dropped to her knees so slide in with Keith. “No sex” I whispered and she nodded back as I slipped out of bed and grabbed my robe.

I got downstairs and saw Linda sitting on the couch, a knee-length shirt with Culture Club on it with a robe half-open over it. Soon she was in my arms and we were kissing. I knew girls generally did not wear their bra to bed, so I was slightly amused when I slid my hand down her back to her bottom to realize at least this time some did not wear panties to bed either (or maybe she wore them to bed and took them off to come downstairs).

After a while we felt like we needed a bit more privacy. So I pulled the pillows off the couch and put them behind it, so somebody peeking down the stairs wouldn’t see us. Then Linda and I laid down, pulling my robe over us.

Until almost 4 AM we made each other feel very good, several times. Every time Linda got close to climaxing on my fingers I would kiss her deeply to muffle any sounds she might make. The third time she once again dug her fingers deeply into my back as I slid 3 fingers in and out of her cunt, and leaving her in a daze afterwards.

The final time was in a lovely 69, and as she got closer I had to pull my face back to tell her to quiet down. That final one she was moaning into my thigh until she finally relaxed. That time after she finished her orgasm Linda turned around so she could face me then took me back into her mouth and took me in deeper than ever before. I could see her in the soft light and we were looking into each other’s eyes. She pulled up, seemed to take a deep breath, then pushed herself down.

And down, and down, and I gasped as I actually felt her take my cock into her throat! Then she started making these swallowing movements and I could feel her throat rippling around the head of my cock and the end of my shaft. She was down maybe 10 seconds, then pulled back. I could hear a soft “plop” as she pulled fully off then sat there breathing deeply. Looking up into my eyes, she softly whispered “I finally did it”, with what looked like pride in her face. She then bent her head down, and did it again!

Now I finally understood what was meant by “deep throat”. As she worked on my cock and I got more excited she looked into my eyes, then pulled her head off and whispered “when you cum, do it when you’re all the way in. I want to feel it go down my throat” and started sucking me even faster. Finally I warned her I was close, and as she felt the throbbing right before I came she took me down her throat again.

Oh it was amazing! I could feel her throat gripping and squeezing as she was swallowing, and I shot my cum straight down her throat. Finally she pulled herself up then climbed up on top of me and we kissed over and over again.

Afterwards as we relaxed I asked her how she was finally able to do that, and she whispered “Lots and lots of practice.” I tried pressing her a bit more, and finally she admitted “I’d seen Holly do that with Keith, and one night when I was at her house I asked her how she did it. She told me she had a cousin that taught her.” I could see even in the darkness that she was blushing.

“She went downstairs, and came back with 2 hotdogs! She said her cousin taught her the secret was in learning to suppress the gag reflex. And she then showed me by taking the hotdog all the way in her mouth and down her throat. When she pulled it out she said taught her that and to try it myself, but of course once it got to the back of my throat I gagged and felt like I was choking. She said that’s the reflex, and if I kept practicing it would get easier and easier. So for almost 2 months I’ve been practicing with a hotdog or anything else, including your cock. And she was right! Each time I did it, I found I could take it down a little more, or keep it down longer. And tonight I finally did it and took you down my throat!”

She was obviously proud of this accomplishment, and I gave her praise for it and held her tight against me.

“But did you like it?” I softly asked.

She looked up into my face, and said “I did it for you Pete.”

“I know you did baby, and I loved it! But did you like it?”

She thought about it for a moment. “Well, I’m not sure, to be honest. I like it better when you’re in my mouth, cause then I can taste you when you cum. And while at first I didn’t like your cum now I kinda do, it makes me feel sexy when you cum in my mouth. But that time, there was no taste, it went straight down. And it is a bit uncomfortable, but I felt so sexy when I felt my lips at the very base, and your hairs down there ticking my face.”

I ran my fingers through her hair, and whispered how much I loved her. “But don’t think you have to do this all the time, or even very often. It felt great, but I want you happy also. So if you want to do it, I would of course love it. But never think you ever have too just to please me.”

A short time later we heard a soft coughing at the bottom of the stairs, and we quietly put everything and ourselves back together. We shared a final kiss goodnight as we slipped into our rooms.

Keith was already snoring again on my floor.

When I woke up I could already smell that something was cooking. Throwing on my pants and a shirt I went downstairs (after using my foot to wake up Keith) and saw all 3 girls were cooking breakfast. Mandy had me sit down and brought me a cup of coffee and I saw that the newspaper had already been laid on the table.

Is it just me, or is it incredibly arousing to watch 3 cute and sexy girls all making breakfast wearing men’s dress shirts that vary in length from barely covering their butt (Holly) to almost reaching their knee (Linda)?

Keith came in and saw this and chuckled. “My, ain’t we the domesticated types?”

Holly tossed a dishtowel at him and said “That’s ‘domestic’ you goofball! Domesticated means like that humans have controlled an a****l and bred them to fulfill a need, ya know?”

He winked at me and continued. “That’s what I said, domesticated. We men have gotten women well trained, to fulfill all of our needs. From bringing us a paper to cooking us breakfast. Now as for being bred for a need...”, saying the last with a leer.

That was as far as he got, as he was now being chased by 3 girls screaming and laughing as they were trying to flick him all over his body with dishtowels.

I was smart enough to stay out of this. I watched and sipped my coffee, having the bemused thought that even though I know he regularly “bred” Holly, mentioning that would not be a smart idea.

Mandy finished her breakfast first, and was flipping through the channels. “Where’s the parade?” she finally exclaimed, having passed channels 5 and 11 several times now.

“Mandy, there’s no parade today, that’s tomorrow because today is Sunday. That’s why we get tomorrow off school also” I said.

“Ahhh, that blows” she sighed, and flipped to MTV.

Dad came in about an hour later, looking a bit worse for wear. He said he’d had a bit much at the party and had spent the night on the couch. I knew that had been the plan, but he looked like he had a bit more of the holiday cheer than he or I expected. He handed me a $50 and said “Please keep it down until March, and this headache goes away.”

I called everybody over quietly and explained the problem. Keith said it was no problem, and was soon on the phone calling a couple of people.

“OK, let’s all get dressed and head out. I called the band, and they thought a practice sounded great. I told them we would be there in about a half-hour.”

Oh boy, was that a mistake! Telling 3 girls to get ready in a half-hour? Telling them that, knowing that 2 of them had been more than a little disheveled just a few hours previously? After showers of course Keith and I had to wait as they went to Holly’s and got some new outfits. Jeans and T’s might be good for hanging out with boyfriends, but not for the rest of the day or meeting new people. This time they all came back in sweater dresses, and each one looked incredible. Linda again had the black one on with a white belt and white leg warmers. Mandy had on a turquoise one with a blue belt and green leg warmers, and Holly had on a white one with a black belt and white leg warmers.

At much closer to 90 minutes later I followed Keith’s directions and pulled in front of a large house that was more of a mini-mansion in South Encino. Pulling past the gate he had me pull straight past the U-shaped driveway to what seemed to be a detached garage with a guest house above. And for the first time I met his bandmates.

I only knew one of them from school, and even that was barely. Peggy was a cute Korean Sophomore who I knew played flute and sang in the choir. Rad (that is how he was introduced) was the drummer, Karl (with a K) was second lead guitar, then there was the bass player, and finally there was Sharla. She was their instrumentalist. Keyboards, guitar, bass, mandolin, and even accordion (but she said they have not really found a use for that yet).

After messing around a few minutes and getting warmed up I understood why Peggy was included. Karl simply said “Jungle”, and in the first 5 seconds we all knew what they were going to do. A slightly sped-up version of “Bungle in the Jungle” by Jethro Tull started, and we 4 were spellbound! Peggy was playing the flute parts perfectly, and even did a solo during the bridge. We all applauded afterwards, and they then went into Locomotive Breath. Oh wow, they were very good!

“OK guys, gather around, I did this up last night with some help from the girls over there” he said, pointing at Holly, Mandy and Linda. They all knew the song, and after a few playthroughs with Peggy and Keith singing as a duet it sounded awesome. But it was still very up-tempo, just like a rock song.

Holly asked if they could play it as a slower version, and after talking a few times they agreed to try. And it was actually even slower than the original! Rad was drumming an almost waltz tempo, and the rest of the band followed. Now with Peggy and Keith singing it was almost a romantic love song.

They played that through a few times, and Karl said that they were great. Now they had 2 songs for the price of one Rad added. A slow love song for the “older folks”, and a rocker for the k**s. All from one song. We got the idea that they were kind of showing off for us, as each song seemed to highlight Peggy or Keith. We were both blown away when Peggy put down the flute, and strapped on a saxophone. They then went into Baker Street by Gerry Raferty and we were once again blown away.

Finally they took a break and we all went upstairs to a large living room to chat. It seems that this is where Rad lived. He got into music at an early age (his dad was a manager for the classical music department at one of the major labels). The garage had always been a studio that his dad used for recording demos, but he took it over in Junior High when he formed his first band.

They never really had a name, generally going by some variant of “The Band” or “Rad’s Band”. The latest of many dozen names was the “Rad-I-Cal’s”, with Rad being the frontman and the rest being “The Cal’s”. Although he admitted that Keith was a better frontman than he was. But he really was in most ways the heart of the band, and they all gravitated towards him.

The current band was mostly k**s that had met at synagogue and just started playing together. Peggy laughed about being the only Gentile in what was basically a Jewish party band. She got brought in because while fooling around one time Keith overheard her playing the flute parts from Locomotive Breath before a game when she was in the Junior High marching band. Then a week later heard her jamming with a few guys in the band room doing a mess around version of Baker Street on the sax. The next week she was brought over and introduced to Rad, and almost immediately became a member of the group.

The group ranged in age from Rad being 20, all the way down to Peggy at 15. But they were all really talented musicians, only Karl, Keith, and the bass player were unable to play more than 1 instrument. Although to be fair, all the fret players could play other fret instruments. But most of the others played 4 or 5 various instruments.

After chilling a bit Rad got on the intercom and asked for a lunch for 10 to be brought over. At that time Sharla crawled into Rad’s lap, and we realized they were a couple. When Holly crawled into Keith’s lap though, most of the band started to tease them. “Damn dude, about time!” Sharla laughed. “Now I know why you’ve been skipping practices.”

“You can only really blame her for Saturday guys. That is when we take off with those 2 for the evening.”

Shortly there was a knock on the door and a guy brought in a large platter of sandwiches. Soon we were digging in, and it seemed like they had gone back to a very old discussion, what to call themselves.

There were several ideas tossed around, I think they spent almost as much time looking for the perfect name as they did playing. Finally I just pointed to Keith, and said “Hey, I got it. We have you put on some weight, put on a dress, and you can be Oy George, and Kosher Club!”

They stared at me for about 5 seconds in stunned silence, then Rad came over and slapped my back hard as he laughed out loud. “Hey, this guy’s an OK dude! Hey Pete, believe it or not, we actually already thought up that name and even used it once as a joke at a Mitzvah, but we knew it would never work for a real band name. But honestly, good thinking there.”

Soon the bass player said he had to go and slipped out the door. Then it was just 9 of us. I looked around and noticed we had basically paired off into 3 couples, with Karl sitting with a mandolin and plucking out little tunes as Peggy and Mandy talked in the corner. Karl started plucking out what sounded like a Celtic tune and Peggy disappeared for a moment and returned with her flute. Soon the two were just playing something that was obviously an impromptu song that they made up as they went.

They were all really good. After a bit Karl said he had to take off, so now there were only 8 of us. It was almost 3 and Linda slipped off to use the bathroom. And it was obvious that the little party was breaking up. “So what are ya all gonna do next?” Rad asked. I told him we were going to go skating until around 6, then kind of play it by ear.

Holly then asked if they wanted to join us, and after a bit of talking everybody said it sounded like fun. So after Linda came back we told her and she agreed. Soon everybody had piled into 2 cars (Mandy joined Rad in his so she could talk with Peggy) and we were heading to Reseda.

Once again I was surprised as when we started Peggy was soon taking center stage. We got there early, so as soon as she got her skates on she hit the floor.

Linda and others often compared my style as almost like dancing, but she really was dancing! She was doing moves I had only seen ice skaters do before, with jumping spins, and it was absolutely amazing. I got onto the floor and after a couple of warm-up laps I noticed her skating behind me and watching me closely. After about 3 laps she came up next to me on the outside, took my hand, and was copying my style almost perfectly! I saw Linda as we passed, and she was wide-eyed and staring.

Peggy asked me if I knew any other moves, and I shook my head. “Nope, just this I’m afraid.”

“No prob” she said, then turned backwards facing me and took both of my hands in hers. We then proceeded to do 4 more laps, the exact same way, but she was skating backwards! Finally she smiled at me and turned back around as the floor was starting to fill up and joined everybody else who was standing along the railing watching us.

“Oh baby, that was incredible!” Linda gushed and gave me a huge hug. Everybody else was saying the same thing, and then I found out another thing about Peggy I didn’t know. She had been the third runner-up the previous year in the National Roller Skating Freestyle Competition for her age bracket. And the reason she was the first on the floor was this was the rink she practiced on so her skates were in a locker.

Singer, musician, professional class skater, was there anything she could not do?

When it came time for the first couples skate, Linda was holding my hand and I noticed that Mandy and Peggy were holding hands and skating also. I pointed this out to Linda and she smiled. “That’s great. I don’t know if you noticed, but she’s always a bit put-off at being a ‘third wheel’ when we go out with her and Keith and Holly. Even when we are out with Kimmy and Julie, she has always been the ‘little sister’ and not really one of us. Maybe we can somehow have Peggy come along so at least Mandy is not always alone.”

I said that was a great idea, if both Peggy agreed to join us, and I could arrange to get my dad’s car. “Oh, that’s right. Your car only holds 5 people, having Peggy join us would make 6. Sorry, I didn’t think about that.”

I told her it was OK, and that I was sure that if I only asked occasionally my dad would have no problem with it. But as had now become routine for us, after each subsequent couples skate we ended up trading partners. The second one I was with Holly, and we chatted away as we took our laps, watching Peggy and Keith doing the same, as my sweetie and her sister skated.

We all did a little freestyle, and Peggy tried to show me a few dance steps. I learned a reverse crossover, but that was about it. At the start of the next couples skate I was holding Peggy’s hand and she was telling me how glad she was that we invited her. “Mandy’s really cool, and the rest of you guys are too. I wish I could’ve gotten ahold of you about 8 years ago, with your moves you would be a great couples skate partner I think. Ya got the movements and upper body strength, but you are a bit too old now to train to that level.”

I was surprised to find that she had been skating competitively since she was 5, at this very rink. As we took a break later on I noticed her and Mandy looking at some pictures on a wall. I came up behind them and placed a hand on a shoulder of each girl and looked myself. There were 10 years of competition team shots. And in all of them from 1973 on had Peggy in them.

The last several ones had her wearing medals she had won during competitions that year. Yea, she was that good.

“Is there anything you can’t do Peggy?” I asked, as Mandy looked through them in awe.

“Well, I still can’t seem to find a good skating partner. I would like to try moving to couples, but it’s never worked out.” She pointed out a couple of guys in the last few photos, and would say they lacked the discipline to practice, the flexibility to do more than basic moves, the upper body strength to do the lifts, and...

That one was my last try, Mark. He was good, but after a few weeks I got tired of him constantly grabbing my ass or boobs and trying to pretend it was an accident. Now those things happen, especially early on. But he was doing it all the time! It was so gross!”

Linda had joined us by now and we all laughed. Soon we were heading back out and shortly afterwards Mandy came up and grabbed my free hand, so Linda skated off and took Keith’s hand. Holly shrugged and went to join Peggy.

I noticed that Rad and Sharla never joined the rest of us in trading for couples skates. But it looks like they had been a long term couple, and were on average around 5 years older than the rest of us. So that was understandable. We still chatted with them though, they were both really great to chat with.

But Mandy was talking all about how great Peggy was. She said that Peggy could get together with her a couple of times a week and teach her some moves. Seems that as a member of the rink skating club, Peggy had free access to the rink any time it was not in use for a session or a party. That was the only time she could really practice, and she could bring Mandy along and teach her some things.

“I know I’m a bit old to really get into it at a competition level, but I still think it would be radical! And I really would like to skate better, this is so much fun going out with you guys!”

Well, seems like Mandy had a new best friend. And maybe another passion as well. Finally the session was ending, and as we were putting our shoes back on Rad and Sharla said they were going to head home after dropping Peggy off. Mandy had a few whispered conversations with Linda and Peggy, then went off to call her mom as did Peggy.

“Rad, can you drop me off at Peggy’s? Both our mom’s said it was OK, and she only lives a few miles from our house.”

He grinned, and soon the 8 of us were going our separate ways, having found a completely unexpected way to part with Mandy earlier than expected. We loved hanging out with Mandy, but this was one of the few times she was not really welcome.

We stopped and had some pizza before heading over to the runway. We walked our girlfriends around the runway one time before lowering the back seat, and Keith told us to get in the back this time. So in the reverse of normal, Linda and I slipped into the back as Keith and Holly got in the front. But not before we had the sight of the girls taking a moment to take off their leg warmers. And also panties.

Soon Linda and I were in the back and getting very comfortable. I soon had her dress off and was kissing my way down her body. I would suck and kiss one breast, then the other. I was no longer able to take most of her breast into my mouth as I could when we first start dating, but neither of us seemed to have a problem with that. In fact, Linda was becoming proud of her now obvious “ornaments”. And her clothing was now becoming a little more of the tight in the top kind.

Soon I was kissing my way down her belly and she was breathing harder. I glanced up into her face and saw her eyes closed, and a hand on each breast, squeezing them and playing with her nipples. I moved down and gave her mound several soft kisses. Then I looked up again.

This time I caught Holly’s eyes. By her motions, it seemed like she was riding Keith. Her hips were moving back and forth, and she had pulled her blouse down so it was gathered at her waist. Keith was sucking on her left breast as we watched each other. Winking I moved down and licked Linda’s clit, making her gasp and moan. Holly was watching both of us closely, her eyes wide as she was probably getting the best view yet of my going down on Linda.

And I noticed a few times Linda would look down into my eyes, then close them again, still playing with her breasts (which were now a small B cup). I slid my tongue into her which got a very erotic groan as I watched Holly shudder in what was probably her first orgasm of the night. She stopped moving and had pulled Keith up and kissed him as she held herself against him.

I moved up to start sucking on my baby’s clit, something that always drove her crazy. I was alternating between fast and slow with my tongue, and she brought up one of her hands to bite on it to help keep her cries quieter (and to probably stop her almost uncontrollable bouts of dirty talk). As she grew closer, she lifted her other hand and threw it back over her head, her back arching a bit as I was starting to push her into an overload.

I looked up and gasped into Linda’s cunt. Holly was pumping her hips faster, and I realized I could also hear Keith’s soft grunts. But what I was watching now was that Linda had also thrown her head back, and had locked eyes with Holly. And that Holly had reached out and grasped Linda’s hand and they were squeezing tightly, looking into each other’s eyes. I worked my tongue faster, and saw Holly bouncing her hips a bit faster. Finally I felt Linda’s labia pulsing and she was cumming on my face. The entire time moaning into her hand and looking into Holly’s eyes, squeezing her hand tightly.

Right as she was coming down I saw Keith pull Holly’s lips to his own and he gave a low moan as she ground herself against him. Obviously she was feeling him cum inside of her, and was greatly enjoying it even if she didn’t have another orgasm.

I gave Linda several more soft licks and kisses before moving up her body and laying on top of her, kissing and holding each other tight. We all chatted for a little bit, then soon were once again getting a bit busy.

Soon it was almost a repeat of the last time. Linda had scooted down between my legs and was sucking on my cock, and I saw that she kept looking up, but looking above my face. I glanced back, and saw that she was locking eyes with Holly. I felt her take a breath (and loved how her chest expanded when she did so and pressed her breasts tighter against my thighs) and felt her move down and swallow, her lips gripping the base of my cock as she took me down her throat.

I saw Holly’s eyes grow wide, then smile at Linda and mouth “Way to go girl”. This continued for about 10 minutes, but most of the time I kept my eyes down so I could watch my lover. And her eyes seemed to be switching between watching Holly, and watching me. Soon I felt the motions of the car shaking a bit more, and heard Holly’s soft grunts. I did the same thing Linda had done earlier, and raised my hand back behind my head. I watched her eyes and saw they were locked with Holly’s again.

She took me back into her throat as I felt Holly reach down and grip my hand and squeeze as tight as she could. A minute later she was moaning and I was sure she was having an orgasm as I felt Linda rise so just the head of my cock was in her mouth and stroke me as fast as she could with her hand, causing me to cum in her mouth. Followed moments later by Keith moaning as he came for a second time inside of Holly.

After some more cuddling and kissing the girls started to untangle themselves and start to get themselves back together. Holly looked a little embarrassed as she put a pad on her panties before she put them on. Linda also got her panties and back on. Soon Keith and I both watched as each of the girls pulled their arms inside of their dresses, then put their bras on before sliding their arms back out again.

She looked so sexy in that, I was going to have to remind Linda that I wanted her to wear those sexy sweater dresses as often as possible. But maybe ones that were closer to her size instead of one of Holly’s.

We held each other as we took a walk around the runway yet again, the doors open to let the windows defog a bit and clear out most of the scent of our activities. I started the car and as I waited for it to warm up Linda told me she had gotten permission to spend the night at Holly’s. Since Keith was already spending the night at my place (but in the guest room this time) this made going home a lot easier and quicker.

We walked the girls to Holly’s place and we gave them about 10 minutes of kissing, before wishing them a good night and that we would see them in the morning.