I just smiled and nodded.

Barbara rose onto her toes and filled my mouth with her tongue. We kissed hard and fast and my hand reached for her skirt-covered ass and pulled her against my dick. Barbara groaned as I cupped her ass cheek and humped into her twat. "Okay, break it up, you two." When we pulled apart, Cicilia asked, "Are you going to take us with you John?" I just smiled and nodded. I learned that the girls had very active sex lives, until they were married five years ago. Sex with their husbands was good, but lacked the variety of their younger years.

They had been mostly faithful to their husbands. They had strayed two years ago, on a girl's trip to Las Vegas. They also shyly admitted to being bisexual. They often got together with each other to relieve their sexual frustration. The girls teased me as they told stories of their younger years. "Do our stories excite you, John?" Cicilia asked. I laughed and admitted, "I'm about to rip a hole in my pants." Both girls cracked up. Barbara was sitting next to me. She patted my thigh and coyly moved her hand to my rod. Her hand played with my spongy head and slowly moved down my staff.

"John!" "What's wrong?" Cicilia asked. Barbara slowly traced her fingers from my cock head to my balls. "Do you remember John MacNeal?" "Of course," Cicilia answered. "I was sore for days after he fucked me." "Well the cock I'm playing with is just as thick and at least two inches longer." There was an uncomfortable silence as Cicilia continued her exploration. "I hope you're not having second thoughts," I asked and looked both girls in the eye. Cicilia turned her bar stool toward me and spread her legs.

She worked the fingers of her right hand into the leg of her shorts and up to her pussy. Her eyes glazed over and she let a low, "Mmmm" escape her lips. When she pulled her hand from her crotch, the first two fingers were glistening. She held them to my nose, so I could smell her sex and then pushed them into her mouth and sucked them clean. "I'm not having second thoughts. How about you, Barbara?" When I glanced at Barbara, she had also turned her bar stool to face me. Her thighs were spread wide and I could see up her short skirt to her silk covered pussy.

Barbara pulled the red silk material to the side and exposed her soaked and swollen pink gash. She ran her fingers along her lips and took a deep breath as she circled her clit. "I'm so fucking horny. Let's get out of here." The three of us quickly made our way to my hotel. We sat close together in the back of the taxi. We received an odd look from the check-in staff at the hotel.