I had borrowed this vintage '70's Plymouth from a friend and one can say a lot about a Plymouth, but spacious it is for sure. So I pulled the frontsea...t/bench to its maximum what gave us all the space we needed for this special occasion and it didn't take long till her hand reached my fully erect organ."I like what I feel," she said smiling, kneading my balls.In one move we slipped my pants and flimsy underpants to my ankles; as she unzipped her skirt.Much to my delight I noticed a landingstrip. She just stood there.....and then I felt her move slightly and press against my cock.....and then she moved away sideways and put the clothes into the dryer.....I then stepped aside....and stood at the doorway .....she then walked right past me to go out of the room...and as she walked past me...she was facing me and her breasts just gently touched me my cock brushed against her left thigh...then snapped straight into her pussy...and then brushed past the right thigh......she was looking away. When she turned her back to the audience, which she did a few times, you could catch a glimpse of a rose tattooed on her left shoulder. Her choice of songs was equally fascinating. She started off with an old Bob Dylan classic and continued with a repertoire that included songs by Kris Kristofferson , Leonard Cohen and Pete Seeger. I wondered how a girl her age could be familiar with such old classics. Equally fascinating to myself and Joe was her guitar. It was an old Martin HD-28 herringbone. The three of us. Sherry knew I had always wanted to try group sex as I had mentioned going further with Paul and Greta. I had always wanted to Sherry with another man. We talked about the idea some more until both were so horny that we some amazing sex. We talked some more about this and finally agreed to have Paul over. Sherry wasted little time going over and asking Paul. A date was set and Paul showed at our house. We all had a few drinks and talked then Sherry invited the two of us back to.