They were locked in a tongue tango that bordered on each trying to devour the other. Dave's right hand moved down to unzip her skirt away. He lowered ...er thong down her lovely thighs, over her knees, then her muscular calves and her thin ankles. Jill cooperatively stepped free from this last protection from her womanhood. While still holding her wrists high above her head, Dave took a step back and lusted over the vision before him. Her make up was perfect, classy but not slutty. Her high. $80 was a hell of a lot of money back in 1961, it was everything I had saved up mowing lawns each Summer, so I was hoping for maybe $10 or so to win Alma for the Christmas dance. +++ The big auction day finally arrived, it was held at noon in the balcony over the gym. All of the girls were decked out, made up to look their very best. Let’s face it, the one who got the highest bid was going to carry around a feather in their cap for quite awhile. Queen of the Christmas dance was a big deal in. I reached LA and Michael was at the airport to pick me up. He looked smart as always. His dressing sense and living standard had changed completely now. Any girl would easily fall for him.We saw each other and gave a tight hug. I could sense his dick getting a little hard during the hug. So I whispered in his ear, “Try and keep it in your pants, mister,” and we both laughed. We both then got in his car and to his place. His parents were in Milan, so we had the house to ourselves.I got nice and. With the bottom on his palm, fingers wrapped around, he was rubbing up and down, jerking to his own sister.And she was jerking herself too, to the sight of him. I knew I should feel ashamed, but the forbiddenness of it only excited me more. I shifted, and he almost bolted, which made me smile. Then I rolled over onto my left side. Now I could look straight forward and catch the full reflected lewdness. But what was his view? Looking up towards my lower body, all he could now see was my shapely.