Casually Uncle Jeff announced that he was hungry and since Mom hadn’t planned on him being there, maybe we could go to Denny’s, up the street, and...get a hamburger, or something to eat, of course it would be his treat. I was thrilled by this and immediately agreed. We walked out into the fresh air and up the street to Denny’s. We had hamburgers, french fries and coke and talked of many things. I discovered Uncle Jeff had been out of the country for the last 5 years, on a newspaper assignment,. Amy in the meantime had pulled up a chair and sat so her pussy could be reached by Fidos tongue; she spread her legs as far apart as she could and let him have free rein to her upper thighs, asshole, pussy and clit. Soon she was moaning as loud as Becky and Brenda were. It was music to my ears.Brenda was still going great guns with Fido; I don't know if she ever took belly dancing lessons but she was doing a hell of a job using her stomach muscles to guide her pussy on his cock. She was. You ask where we are bound and I point to our ride in the park. Your face alights when you see the white carriage and horse waiting to escort us around Lincoln Park on Chicago's famous Lakeshore Drive. The coachman helps you into the carriage and we nestle together on the soft velvet cushions of our classic transportation. You comment on the feel of the velvet. Something about velvet, silk and no panties. We pass through the heavily treed park, the antique streetlights reflect off the wet. He twirled around for Kathi and was consciously aware of the hem of his skirt and slip at his knees. The soft slip caressed his nylon-clad thighs. They both went into the living room and sat on the couch. She reminded him to elegantly sweep his skirt back before sitting and they both sat there with their legs crossed sexily. He twirled his foot several times just to luxuriate in the feeling of his pantyhose and dress."How about lunch?" asked Kathi as she headed to the door and put her sandals.