"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 English," said Bob. "Though he does damn little of that, I suspect.". As I worked up I was pulling her nightgown up to expose her tits. Stopping at her nipples to give them a little attention, wouldn’t want to make them feel unwanted. After a few minutes of sucking on one nipple and rolling the other between my thumb and forefinger, pinching a little also. Then moving on up, as I got to the area of her neck and at the same time my cock head came into contact with her wet cunt. With little or no resistance I slid right into her pussy, I had felt her pussy like. I know Pops will appreciate it,” he said, smiling.“OK then, I think we’re done. Anything you want to ask me?” I said, expecting him to ask me about the camp or something.“No sir, I mean Jon. I have your meat in the cold box in the back of my truck. Momma put one of those fancy pies you like in there as well!” he explained.“Fancy pies?” Tommy enquired.“Barbara makes the best steak and ale pie outside of the UK. It just happens to be one of my favourites. I had to import some proper ale for her. Can you give me an oil massage?Rocky: Sure, can you change into something else, I don’t wanna ruin your top.Sneha: Sure I will change, bring oil and towelsRocky: I will change, as well.Sneha thinks that she cannot be nude at our home since I can come, or Shanaya may wake up. So she wears her spaghetti and her hot shorts. Rocky later knocks on our bedroom door and is very happy to see Sneha in her skimpy clothes. He thinks our plans are working but wants to move forward cautiously.He is wearing.