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I wanted softcore the changes to be easy and feel natural to my massage friends. By the time we finished lunch, they were holding hands under the table and were having a hard time following the conversation. I called Sandi and asked her to join us tonight to watch what was promised to be the best part of the meteor shower as a thinker part of the swarm would be visible. She agreed readily, apparently pleased that I'd called her. I got Peter and Becky's attention, telling them someone else would be joining us this evening and suggested he bring along an old blanket to be more comfortable. I pulled up to Sandi's house just as the sun touched the horizon. She must have been waiting for me as she came out almost before I was parked. I saw her call something over her shoulder as she closed the door and ran to the car. She was wearing what looked like hiking shorts and a close-fitting tank top that showed off her breasts to good advantage. In the car, she cuddled up to me and kissed me as I pulled away from the curb, heading toward my house. Peter and Becky were waiting on the hillside, sitting on a blanket, when we got there. Becky had on some kind of short, sleeveless jumpsuit that displayed her usually hidden figure. Her breasts were noticeably bigger than I remembered. I made introductions then spread the blanket I'd brought a little distance away from theirs, where an old tree stump provided a comfortable back rest. While the girls chattered about girl stuff, Peter joined me, helping me get the blanket spread out flat on the ground. “Damn, John,” he said, sotto voce, “she's even hotter than I remember.” “Becky's looking good tonight too.” I replied quietly. “Yeah,” he responded, “it sounds crazy, but she was just waiting for me to make a move.” “You guys enjoy yourselves,” I said, “I know we will.” Sandi joined me as Peter walked back over their blanket. As the last of the light faded, the first streaks of light burned across the sky. Sandi was laying in the crook of my arm, gazing enraptured at the light show overhead. I idly played with a breast as she let out little gasps of delight at each japanese new streak of light. Her hand lay on my thigh as we gazed into the sky when a particularly bright meteor, longer lasting than most, streaked by overhead shedding tiny sparkles of light. Sandi laughed in delight clapping her hands. “I never knew there was such a thing!” she said, “is it always like this?” “Just for a few weeks in the summer.” I said quietly, “tonight is about as good as it gets.” “Wow, it's like fireworks,” she breathed, as she put her hands down, “maybe we can have some more fireworks a little later.” Her hand had landed on the tent in my pants over my stiff prick. She was rubbing gently, breathing more deeply. Her eyes sparkled in the bright starlight. asian I shot a quick glance at Peter and Becky, who had given up on star watching and were entwined with each other, making out. In the still night, I could hear their heavy breathing. Sandi turned toward me, lifting her face for a kiss. I slid a hand under her tank top, fondling her breasts, feeling her nipples rise up. She hadn't worn a bra tonight. She got my zipper down and pulled my prick free, holding it gently while she slowly stroked my ridged shaft. She did the same to hers. We found out that the first one was always the hardest. Weather permitting; we planned on wearing only string bikini tops and tiny wrap micro skirts for the whole of the weekend and we’d bought a selection of cheap ones that we half expected (hoped) to lose over the next few days. I could smell the scent of her sex. They had been hard but now they were soft as a baby’s behind. 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