"He laughed, putting his arm around her and hugging her, sensing that she was unwinding a bit, and glad of it. When she joined his laughter, he said, ...Come on. Let's go in here."The emcee was doing his monologue when they entered the dimly lit night club. A bored waiter motioned them toward a front table. Elliott shook his head and pulled out a chair for Ruth at an empty table near the center. He wanted to watch the club's patrons as much as the show itself, and he couldn't do that comfortably. They were both pretty close as Amanda’s hands left Megan’s hips, fumbling for her handbag, swiftly finding what she wanted though, which Megan discovered with a loud squeal and a arch of her body was a small bullet vibrator as it was pressed against her clit and switched on. “Gonna come for me now babe,” Amanda gasped, her spare hand grabbing Megan’s ass hard as she buried her tongue back into her snatch, licking like never before now as she pressed and circled the toy on her clit. “Not if I. Sisters love to lick each other's pussy and assholes.”My thoughts tingled. Livie whimpered, receiving the orders, too. Then she whimpered as Alison took a long lick, her tongue diving between our baby sister's butt-cheeks. Alison swirled and rimmed Livie's sphincter before returning to feast on her pussy.My balls ached and throbbed as Alison feasted. She kept looking up at me as she lapped from pussy to asshole and back down to juicy pussy again. I shuddered, my dick throbbing in Livie's. The curious swamped Newark Airport to see demonstrations of jetliners and military jets, and they passed through Homeland Security in order to get to the planes. (Just because NYC was in yesteryear didn't mean NYC had to give up common sense! The city still had terrorists to worry about, even if they were now more Nazi than Arabic.) Those 1930s folks came from Philadelphia and Los Angeles and London and Berlin and Shanghai and Mexico City to see such novelties as urban sprawl, suburbs, strip.