“We shoulda worn pants. Or brought a blanket,” Blondie said. “No one told us it’d be cold.” Sarah laughed. “You want to get under our blan...et? There’s plenty of room.” The girls both covered their mouths and snickered. They looked at each other as though communicating with their eyes. Then Blondie said, “Seriously?” “Yes, seriously,” Sarah answered. “We hate to see you freezing.” They looked at each other again, shrugged, and Miss Brunette said, “Sure, that’d be cool. Or warm,” and they both. "I need someone to dance with me", she said. "Are you a good dancer", I asked. "Let me show you", she said. We were close to one of the ultra lounges, so we decided to go. The place was fairly empty but the music was very loud and it was very dark inside. We started dancing and I held her very close to me. To my surprise, she actually was a great dancer. Soon I spun her around so that her ass was touching my crotch. I was hoping she could feel my hard cock against her ass. The move worked. Is that such a bad idea?" Vicki demanded with a salacious wink."Mom, that's hardly one I'd mind and you know it! Here, let me take care of your needs. Like you said, I owe you," Karl agreed and then glided his tongue all over Vicki's skin.His mother really was a treat, even at her age. He had no complaints about the taste of his mom, who was literally as well as figuratively sweet as could be. Vicki's goose bumps developed all over her body, as Karl licked and kissed her hungrily from one part. Abigail, his mother, was destined for sainthood with her ability to put up with his father’s antics, still continue to love his bonehead-self, and not to mention the fact that she put up with his bonehead offspring. Their love had lasted since they had met when his mother was a twenty-two year old junior in the New York College of Business and his father had been a guest speaker for one of her classes. It had been love at first site for both of them, at least from their perspectives. The eight.