The skirt was red as well, cut in a 16 pleat style generally known as "fly away", which meant the individual pleats were not connected to each other a...d fast movement would cause them to rise up away from her legs due to centripetal force. This revealed that the undersides were colored in alternating orange and yellow, and showed her red briefs, also known variously as bloomers, spankies, or lollies. Each pleat ended with a V shape as well, known as "gladiator" style, decorated in the same. She gagged slightly and eased off her forward pressure somewhat.I ran my hands up along her arms from her elbows to her shoulders, and Kaleigh’s hands moved up from behind my knees to grab my ass. Before her next attempt to engulf my cock, I felt her breath in hard through her nose. She then swallowed and pushed down hard over my cockhead, and pulled on my butt to force my large head down her throat. Kaleigh gurgled a bit, but held her position for five or six seconds before pulling completely. We all had good, top-notch, fake ID's that would pass any detailed police inspection so we were in no hurry to get to our final destination whatsoever.In fact, we had not even established a final destination. I asked my inner voice, and it told me to ask Abigail, so I did. She was curled up comfortably in the back seat reading one of my reference books on early cinema and she smiled and opened the book to a page that she'd marked, showing an old art deco movie theater somewhere in rural. Mary Anne said she had run into some friends from the States that she hadn’t seen in years. She said she was going to arrange for us to share a dinner together. I texted her back and asked her to make it a late dinner. Suddenly, a shadow fell across my legs. I looked up and saw it was Katherine Jones, my beautiful sundress babe. She had on a see-through wrap and a white bikini that didn’t leave much to the imagination. “So how about we share a beer?” she asked. “Sure,” I replied. “I’m game.”.