Once out of sight, Vicki dashed toward the bedroom, her daintiness she had maintained in front of the group gone.  In the hall, she hopped awkwardly as she peeled off the soiled stockings, balling them up in her hands.  She tossed them carelessly toward the hamper, heedless as to whether or not they actually made it into the basket.  She threw open her drawer of intimates and hurriedly sorted through the pile until she found a similar set of stockings.  She grinned wickedly as she stretched them over her legs, getting a feeling of power like a solider strapping on his weapons.<br/><br/>As she made her way back to the group, the entry way was oddly silent.  Vicki crept toward the room, curious as to what had quieted them.  The scene before her made her sigh nearly audibly.  Peeking into the room, she could see Fred head bowed as he sat.  Beth and George knelt in front of him, their heads drawn together around the altar of Fred's erect cock.  Their lips and tongues entwined over his stiff length, both seemingly eager to pleasure the man.<br/><br/>Vicki watched, a sudden torrent of arousal flushing her skin.  She'd expected Beth to do this, maybe George finding Fred a handtowel from the kitchen, but never did she expect to find the two of them sucking his dick.  George had never expressed anything before that would have marked him as being interested in guys, but then again Vicki knew that she herself hadn't taken much interest in women before tonight.  Something was different, and it was a wonderful, hot difference.<br/><br/>Holding her breath, she waited until they had recovered themselves before emerging back into the room.<br/><br/>"...I believe they call it 69ing?"<br/><br/>The redhead chuckled as she took her seat next to Fred, reclining to cross her legs over his lap.  "You '<em>believe</em>'?" she laughed.  "I'm sure you're more familiar with it than that, Fred."