She bent down in front of me to place the tea on the table. She stayed bent for way longer than she had to and I was shamelessly staring at her cleava...e and her milky white boobs. She was smiling at me, I looked her in the eyes and went back to staring at her cleavage. She stood straight after a minute of the show, turned around and walked to the kitchen, her ass swaying.I was hard by then. She came back again with a glass of water, and bent down again, putting on another show for a minute. It. I couldn't spread my legs much without moving around, so I stuck to fingering myself externally, damp fingertips running up and down my slippery labia, flicking against my swollen clitoris, the heat of the bodies either side of me both wonderful and awful. The constricted movement accelerated another process in my mind. I always feel just a little guilty masturbating, and the proximity of the bodies and the inability to move much pushed that up a notch or two, somehow. I didn't mind, really, it. After all this sexual talk I was ready to fuck Rose I ask her which way would be enjoyable to the both us yet allowing me to be in control this time. She suggested what she called doggy where I stand behind her and enter her from the rear. We kissed our tongues dart in and out of each others mouth my hand between her thighs finding he wet lips and hard clit as I fingered her I could feel the sexual tension building for the both of us. Rose looked at me with a gasp and a smile asked you ready. I said I wanted to hang out with Chris and she got all weird and told me to hang on then I could hear what sounded like papers moving and then her hand over the phone mumbling to someone. Then it sounded like she was in her room or somewhere quite she then said "Chris is in the shower. Head over in 20 min and he'll be ready."So I went over she answered the door (wearing a silk robe) and invited me in.I asked if Chris was ready and she said kind of shaky in her voice "He actually had to work.