’ Robert’s eyes quietly took in all three ladies. Melissa, of course, was by far the most attractive, her 27-year-old body fit and trim with nice...y proportioned 38C breasts (he knew the size from glancing at her discarded bra during one of their staycations). 31-year-old Michelle, he thought, could have been as pretty, but seemed to be letting herself go in the aftermath of her divorce two years before. Not only were her clothes somewhat ill considered, she had been getting a bit dumpy over. Without saying another word, she removed her top, pulled her shorts down, and stepped out of them. I stood up and turned around."Don't do that Sabrina! You're my sister!" I said, feeling guilty that I looked at her before I turned."So what!" she asked."If you want to do it with someone, there are a lot of guys I know that would be willing," I replied."I know plenty of them too. I just never wanted too." Well I have wanted to, with some of your friends," I stated."You can turn around now," she. I watch as your eyes take in the details, the first thing you notice are various silk scarves already tied to the wooden slats at the edges of the bed and trailing across it. Steel handcuffs, more scarves and various lengths of rope hang from hooks on the wall.Some small candles are flickering on a small table by the bed. There are several other items on that table too, a single tailed whip loosely coiled, a benign looking multi thonged whip made from some soft looking material, and one not. Both had been swiming and were wearing panties and t-shirts. We started drinking and smoking when Steve went over and lifted one of the womens shirts. None of us could believe how big Mrs. Wilsons tits were. Bill then moved Mrs. Tuckers panties to the side showing a nice thick black haired bush. Then we looked at Mrs. Wilson's bush. We were having a lot of fun looking at these women. Then Steve stuck his finger in Mrs. Wilson's pussy. He moved it around and pulled it out and smelled it, we all.