I grabbed a bottle of water that she downed quickly. Andrew and Taylor both remained naked with their dicks still half erect and slick with cum that d...ipped onto the floor where they stood. They both complimented me on having an amazing hot wife. Andrew was the one who moved back to bed first. He took my wife by the legs and pulled her to the edge of the mattress. Leaving her hips resting right at the edge. Andrew lifted my wife's legs upward displaying her swollen messy pussy. As he pushed her. " What camper?" she asked."You've never been in the garage," he said. "For the trip to Chicago I rented a car, but I own a VW camper van. Has a bed in it and everything." You're a closet hippy!" she giggled."If believing that will get you in the van, on that bed, then fine, I'm a closet hippy," he said, agreeably.She folded her arms under her breasts. It displayed them rather nicely."I took Dr. Poindexter's Hippy class," she said. "I'm an expert at hippy sex." He's supposed to be teaching. "Mr. Rogers, you're still alive! Thank God! Everyone's been worried, 'cause you seemed to vanish in mid-air and haven't been seen since then. I know it's Saturday, but word gets around when high school principals go missing. I have to admit that I had my own reasons for worrying, though. By the way, who are those women?" Heather showed more than a little curiosity and concern about me."It's a little hard to explain, but those are my wives, Flora and Lora. What were your personal reasons, as you. Noticing my shirt still on the floor, your fears quickly abate and your don it and a new pair of panties from your dresser and leave your room. Walking through the house the sounds get louder and the smells more intense. You come into the kitchen to see me at the stove with my back to you. The sizzling of the stove, the smell of delectable food, and the faint music of Bob Segar’s Old Time Rock and Roll fills the air. You see me cooking and making a terrible attempt at dancing to the music in my.