Maybe it was the lack of cock, maybe it wasn’t. Those two women were very familiar with each other’s body and what the other one liked having done...to her. I watched with intense delight as they took turns giving the other orgasms. I had never seen my mother so happy before.During one rather hot sixty-nine Mom was on top with her face buried my wife’s pussy. I just slipped my cock into her wet gash and held onto her hips. Mom never took her face out of my wife’s crotch until she cried out, “Oh. I hadn't forgotten the 'Surfer Girl' offer either, assuming I got in at USC.I had a little surprise planned for the night. See, it was Friday, and I knew my dad wouldn't be home till very late. That gave me at least eight hours to work on my nefarious plan. (Thank god for spell check ... I couldn't spell 'nefarious' if my life depended on it. HAHA)Becky dumped her bag in the back and climbed over me to get to the passenger seat. (You DO remember that I have a rag-top, right?) That was fun,. More dancing followed. I knew we were putting on quite a show and that made it even more exciting. Every few minutes we would kiss as we danced, our tongues entwining and probing deeper and deeper.”I think we need to be alone now,” she finally whispered in my ear and took my hand. I was so aroused I couldn’t even speak, I could only follow her.By now the club was packed. We squeezed past the bodies on the dance floor and made our way into the Ladies Room. It was crowded but luckily a stall down. I had another idea too but was not sure if it would work.I decided to drive as Gerry lived about 20 miles away. I wore nothing under the overalls but some briefs and a vest. Vikki looked fabulous as the schoolgirl and though she was going to go the whole hog and wear her old knickers, I made her change to a sexier pair (as I said the school knickers might give out a wrong message to any old perverts there).We had a drink before going and I made sure Vikki’s was strong. She was a great hit at.