." She paused dramatically, "It says, 'I wish I had worn a pretty dress to this party.'" That must be Holly's," said Roy.Holly glared at him, she was ...his sister and the only girl at the party actually wearing a dress. The boys laughed and the girls glared at them.Joanne turned back around. "Who wrote that one?" she asked. "If you recognize your own message, you're supposed to tell us."No one admitted having written it. The girls all looked at each other, several of them shrugged. Joanne looked. I could tell they were just waiting for Alicia or me to make the first move. My uncle Jack, my father's older brother, owned a big restaurant in Hollywood. . Once in a while, my pop would take me there, but I had to agree to get dressed up, which I hated, but JACK"S was a fancy place. Every time I went there with my dad, he would see somebody who was kinda famous, or since he was blind, they would see him. They would come over to our table, give dad a hug or a really warm greeting and make a. “Okay,” Marlee started, propped up on her elbows and still panting. “This is how witches make magic! I’ve read about it in books about covens. Its called sky-clad! When witches meet to perform their rituals, they take all their clothes off outdoors to be more in tune with nature. Since you two don’t think much of my divining rod, we’ll try to make some real magic with our bodies, like witches do!" I had seen books about Wiccan ceremonies too. The tales of free-love and group-sex I had read. I stood with my long fat cock in my hand watching the two young ladies pleasuring each other for the next few minutes. The sight excited my greatly and I knew that I would be joining them very soon. I just had to contemplate how I would join them.I squirted a little lube on my cock then I climbed up onto the bed behind Celia's head. I was going to give her a front-row seat as I eased my super-hard cock into Miranda's pussy. I straddled Celia's head as I brought my cockhead into contact with.