The lights were off, the large TV giving off the only illumination. On it, giant ants were being driven off by army men. The trio sat on top of their ...leeping bags, leaning back against the old couch. The bags were aligned in a row, pointed towards the TV. Vicky wondered what her mom thought about the fact it was always Kevin in the middle, that the boys were not, in fact, flanking her. Maybe this was one of the reasons she still accepted, and supported, the sleepovers. Obviously, it wasn't two. My head begins to go backwards as I start to moan softly. I can feel your hand start to move up my leg starting at my ankles and gliding up to my knee then I feel your hand now on top of mine as you start to help by inserting your fingers in beside mine. Realizing how good it feels I with draw my fingers and allow you full access to me. Your fingers making my pussy feel full. I can feel my legs wanting to give out, as I drop to my knees to lay back I then notice you are coming toward me. . The girls wanted to believe me, I could see, but were struggling to imagine it.“It was a movement, very idealistic, against the Vietnam war and all kinds of selfish, aggressive things: materialism, the establishment, old ways of thinking. ‘Make love not war’, was one of the favourite sayings, and we certainly tried.” I grinned at the memories.“Gosh,” Janie was interested, “so did you, like, really share, you know, everyone with everyone?”“Yes we did,” I was remembering, “it was wrong to try and. I'll have to ask my dad," Amy said, running to the door. I quickly switched the TV set in my office to a baseball game. Amy knocked on the door and asked if she could go the mall with Jenny. I asked what Mary was going to do and she said she wanted to get some more sun. I gave her my blessing and she ran back out the door. The motion detector in the other dressing room brought the TV to life as Amy and Jenny ran in and began to strip out of their bathing suits. I had seen their small, lithe.