Super short skirts and tight low fitting tops that barely held their breasts in.Kelly looked amazing. She had a black, micro skirt on that was maybe ...0" long. It barely covered her ass cheeks that pushed the skirt to its breaking point. Her top was a tight fitting red, thin, short sleeved sweater that left her flat stomach exposed. It had sparkles in the material that lit up with the black lights of the club. It clung, tight to her tits that she had wrapped in a black bra that you could. Can you believe we actually believed that crap? It’s hard to look back on all of it now without feeling a little embarrassed. By the time Watergate flushed the system all we could say was something like ‘See, we told you so…’ Anyway, what’s that old saw? Things fall apart, the center cannot hold? That was the sixties, in a nutshell. Moving from the heightened sense of the possible we found at rallies and teach-ins to the corporate sensibilities of Orange County was, in retrospect, the beginning. I pulled him off of her andtold him his wife was waiting for him that she neededto go home. He quickly dressed, leaving the other wife laying thereon the bed. His place was quickly taken by another man,who plunged his cock up into the wife lying on the bedwith her legs spread wide, taking anyone who wanted toplunge their cock into her and fuck her. Oh I knew heralso. I also knew her husband real well. I would visitthem in a few days and I would enjoy his wife then.Yes, I knew them quite well. "I shouldn't be here. You know my husband is at home waiting for me." "If I heard correctly, your husband wants you to be here, dancing hip to hip with another man. You have a good story for him tonight, don't you? How good of a story do you want to bring home?" I sent her out for another turn, and when she came back in, I brought her close, with my fingers entwining her hair, for a slow pivot. Around...around...my cock is between us, she feels it, plants herself against it, and holds tight.