He blocked her way and he reached out to hold her, "Paul!" she protested.She stood and waited, expecting his hands at her waist pulling her skirt down...but instead he took her cheeks in his hands and kissed her on the lips."That's what I wanted to do," he said."Great, but it's too late Paul," she insisted, "Sorry." But I thought it's what you wanted," he said in confusion."It was, briefly," she admitted, "Good night!" she said again and she slipped past him and went to her own room.Kitty. Gale said she did not think there was any hickeys., so I unbuttoned her blouse, not much resistance . Nope not one mark on her breast. I told them I was disappointed that I did not get to watch them fucking and now no hickeys on her breast either. Ken, of course volunteered to leave a mark on her tits. As he settled in next to Gale I asked her how she felt with his cum in her pussy. Oh no! another disappointment, he used a rubber( come on this is 1974). As Ken is sucking on her right breast. I feel so good……..Please, fuck me hard Joe…………Fuck me hard…………I will die in such terrible pleasure………………I can not handle more now…………….Please Joe dump your load inside me…………. Yes…Yes…Yes…Yes…Yes………….Yes……………………Yes……………….Yes………ye……………….y…………………ooooooooh………………uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh………………uhhhh! I'm cumming!.........................I cummed……….."She actually screamed as the waves of orgasm crashed down on her. It was as if her pussy took over her entire body, and you were fucking every inch of her. It. Peace signs were much in evidence. The words “groovy” and “far out” were heard often.As the guests entered the treehouse, they heard music: “Strawberry Fields Forever,” by the Beatles, and then “Daily Nightly,” by the Monkees. The Jefferson Airplane, Steppenwolf, Jimi Hendrix and songs from the musical Hair were on the playlist the hosts had put together with help from their legal guardian, Ted Michaels, who had been born in the Sixties and had a “thing” for hippies. In fact, there were fifty.