Millie gasped. "I can't wait to have your tongue on my cunt." That's enough, damn it!" Fred said, opening his pants and freeing his prick from his sho...rts.In a moment he was naked too and he pumped his cock while he stared at the two women. Millie and Laura hugged each other and Millie swiped her hand between Laura's legs.She waved the cuntjuice-damp hand in front of Fred's face. "Like it?" she said."Shit, yeah!" he said, closing his eyes and frigging himself.They moved upstairs to the master. When we finally pulled up in front of a drive-in hamburger joint, she just gave me a look that said, "OK, now what?"The waitresses were on roller skates at this place -- old-fashioned clamp-on skates -- and the decor was the late 1950's version of art deco. Never mind that Alice and I had grown up in the 1990s. Everybody recognized that the real "Happy Days" for teens went back to a more distant era.It must be true. They said so on television."This is as close as I could get to the 'Malt Shop,. I didn't realize I did it but my hand was also inside my jeans, rubbing myself while I watched. It seemed so natural to do myself while watching them that I didn't realize they could see me this time. When mom finally let my dad cum inside his pants, I sort of came myself, a warm glow spreading over my whole body and I wriggled my hips around. A dead giveaway. My mom was watching me, and saw it all. It was probably obvious I had cum, because I made a little noise and was flushed.The next night. It took less that five minutes for me to get hard again and with some spit I began to edge. The man who received the blow job, got up and left the theater. And then there were two. The sound of the women sucking and fucking was as arousing as the actual act. Soon I was leaking like an old faucet. There was a sexy DP scene with two large cocks stretching this cunt while it hung on for dear life. As I licked my hand, the man up front stood and turned around. His cock hard, and his pants were.