Linda had Fran and Holly shower with her and they all dressed in matching schoolgirl uniforms. Their plaid skirts were a touch short, but not pornogra...hically so. The skirt was a black tartan with red and white lines making the pattern. The girls wore black knee socks and black patent leather shoes with silver buckles and a two-inch heel. The girls all wore black lace bras under their white uniform blouses. They wore black ties and red blazers. When I bought tickets for the other girls, I also. Both Callan and Byron were still there, sitting opposite Jill, all three of them smiling and laughing.“That’s a difficult one,” I heard my beautiful wife of twenty years announce, her face contorted in an exaggerated expression of overacting, reminding me of her love of her days in the local Amateur Dramatics troop.“If I had to choose between the two of you, who would I choose?” she added in a hammed-up rhetorical question.“That’s easy, Jill, honey. It would be me, by a country mile,” her. I worked on his balls for a bit and then licked up thru the hairy area to the base of his pole. Keeping it pressed to his stomach my tongue flicked up the shaft to the head and worked on the sensitive area around it. Then I lifted it up, opened my mouth and took as much of it as I could down my throat. I must have been doing something right because Don started moaning and pushing his cock up like sort of fucking my mouth. This continued for a bit and then I licked back down the shaft and worked. Which of course meant, that he'd be in different stages of undress for an hour. But I couldn't help notice, that as Helen went in and out of the room, Alfred stopped dead in his tracks, his eyes following my wife."Yes, she is pretty, isn't she?" I said."Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to stare," he mumbled."That's all right, boy. You can look all you want. You think she's pretty, don't you?" I don't know any woman I'd say was prettier. But I promise, I'll stop staring." It's all right, like I.