As my wife indulged herself stroking and rubbing my cock I looked around the people closest to us. There were the usual group of twenty-something girl... drinking, laughing, enjoying the evening, and the matching group of young guys, drinking and making horse-play. Yet another group appeared to consist of couples perhaps in their mid thirties with one or two at around our age of the early forties. All seemed oblivious to a couple lying not too far away enjoying erotic thoughts and actions.Even. You are a wonderful lover”. I said: “For me too”. We rested for half-an-hour while we talked.After ordering the hotel staff to send our breakfast to the room, I went for a bath. Over breakfast, we talked again. At this time, Shikha indicated she needed to return home the next morning due to some unavoidable circumstances and to avoid any suspicion in the minds of her family.That meant, we had only that day and night together. Since I cared for her safety, security and reputation, I did not. Nervously I caught myself. The blond who reveled herself as Laura told me don't be embarrassed. That she and Jasmine both loved me. We chit-chatted as I felt it was a possibility for me to sweep them of their feet. I flirted with them as it became nighttime. Asking them if they believed in free-love, they asked me to clarify what I meant. I talked about how I read hippies were more accepting to sex and that was called free-love. They looked at one another with wide grins as I had an anxious. An Elvis song coming from inside the local soda shoppe lured her inside where she immediately searched for Betty and Veronica. Sitting at the counter, Beth was amazed at the variety of hairstyles: ducktail, ponytail, bouffant, and pompadour. At least there were no mullets. On the counter she noticed a flyer for a sock hop later at the 'Jerry Lee Lewis Center for Promiscuous Cousins. No age limit.' Since she had been practicing dances like the jitterbug and stroll with Lenore she felt prepared.