She’d forgotten all about her promise to call. It upset me a little because I had walked away from that first date thinking that we had something go...ng, but I wasn’t going to say anything in front of Rich, Sam, Dave, Bev and Nancy. The seven of us sat together and after the movie we all walked over the Soda Shoppe for cherry Cokes. We talked about what we had done over the summer and then we split up and went home. The next day I called Mickey and reminded her that she said she would go out. It must be those artist instincts, she thought, just before the ability to sustain rational thought began to leave her under Patty's instinctive manipulations. Patty had two fingers thrusting into her cunt, while a thumb teased her asshole and her tongue feathered rapidly against her clit. Collette in turn was holding Patty's lower lips apart with the fingers of both hands while she thrust her tongue as far as she could up into the wiggling girl that was lying on top of her.Patty could tell. .. "morning wood" we used to call it. Or "piss hardon." Now well into in my 50s I still got them, but not as frequently and the wood certainly wasn't as hard.Truth was, ever since Darlene and I had been frustrated up on the mountain, I'd been horny as hell. For three days that sweet pussy was about all I could think about. I'd lose my train of thought at work, at dinner, watching TV. I'd drive several miles and not remember any of it. Like they say, the brain is indeed your major sex organ. For. I could not tell which one of the three was moaning the loudest. Lesly slid her pussy up and started grinding it into Bonnie’s. Bonnie screamed out FUCK ME YOU LITTLE BITCH. Lesly barked back I‘ll FUCK YOU, YOU SLUTTY WHORE and ground into her roughly. I could not believe the language that was coming out of their mouths. It was like they had transformed into different beings. They were no longer the females that had been at the table with me just a short time ago. Susan wasn’t to be out done..