It was a baggy sweat shirt with the sleeves chopped off completely. Betty wore one of those when she wanted to hide the colt 1911.45 pistol’s handle...in her butt holster. Her butt holster fit inside her waist band. She had the thin leather covered with one of the sweat shirt sleeves for comfort.Since I was in my navy blue fatigues, I wore my .38 colt detective special in and upside down shoulder holster. Anyone who saw me knew I was armed, Betty not so much.We took a table in the far corner.. “Mmmm, mmm,” Stacy moaned.Cindy slit down to Kevin’s cock and took it into her mouth. She greedily cleaned the pre-cum from his cock-head and shaft and began sucking in earnest.Kevin slipped his fingers into Stacy’s pussy and began to slide his fingers in and around her wetness. He slipped in a finger and fucked her gently. Then two fingers.“Ahhh,” Stacy moaned. “Fuck, I’m so horny!”“Can I lick your pussy?” Kevin asked. Her pussy smelled so good, he just had to have a taste.For an answer, Stacy. He looked down at her, lost in the passion, pulling at her shoulders until she rose once again to meet him, and he leaned in, kissing her hard on the jaw, on the corner of her mouth, lips once again finding each other, kissing hard and fast and urgently. One hand fell, and he explored her cleft, finding heat and moisture and desire. He rolled with her, throwing her back on the bad, his weight over her, stroking her with his had, kissing her still, never breaking contact. He guided himself. “Susie, I can’t!” Pam suddenly broke the spell, jerking her hands away from her own uplifted tits.“Whuh — why not?” Susie’s eyes unglazed, and she looked over at her cousin.Pam was blushing furiously. “It’s not nice to do those things to yourself! I just can’t help it!”For a long moment Susie simply stared. Then she burst out angrily. “Oh, bullshit! Look, I’ll get you started, okay? Then when you’re good and horny, I’ll show you the rest.”“I don’t think that’s such a good idea…” Pam began, but.