Of course, Tracy had to model it for Jean when they got home, and that was fun. She looked cute in the outfit, with her proud tits jutting so sharply and her pretty legs naked beneath a short black skirt. In time, however, most of the uniform disappeared. Jean loved it when Tracy showed up in the morning with her breakfast tray in nothing but the little white apron. Then she had Tracy for breakfast.
From then on, there was an orgy every weekend at the Hartman house, sometimes by the pool, often in the rumpus room. And, in time, new members joined the sex parties.
There was only one rule with the fucking four. No old friends. They had to be new ones. Fresh blood. So when Jean met an elderly gentleman at a club, she brought him home. When Tom flirted with a chick on the street and was able to screw her in the back seat, he brought her to the sex parties.
When Sam finally got into the pants of Sally and Elaine at the office, they joined the growing group. It was up to Kelly to recruit Tina. That was easy enough. After a movie one night, she discovered that Tina had a penchant for pussy-licking. So they did sixty-nine, then Kelly got her to the parties.
As for Tracy, she was roller-skating one sunny afternoon in her little skating skirt, wearing no panties under it, when the two men tried to coax her into their car. She simply flirted with them and enticed them to follow her home. There, she fucked them both.
The Hartman house was again a horny house.