I could feel Julie's clit beginning to react to my attentions. Stephanie's exposed nipples were hard and erect.I moved my free hand off Stephanie's gl...rious tits and slid it down her back until I could feel her lower cleavage. She and Julie were bent over my lap french kissing, allowing my fingers to explore her crack and tickle her rose bud of a pussy hole. We were all getting pretty hot! "Let's head for my place," Stephanie whispered in my ear. Julie and Stephanie quickly changed into their. I was invited down to Clark and Betsy’s room, and we continued drinking beer and talking about the events of the day.I was sitting on the couch and Clark and Betsy were sitting on the bed, and we continued drinking for another hour and were all getting a little buzzed. Betsy then got up to use the bathroom, and after I heard the toilet flush, she came back into the room.I didn’t notice at first that she had taken off her shorts, but finally my head cleared enough to notice it. She still had. After an hour of sun Andrea told us all these men looking at her has made her pussy wet. Jeff said do you need some dick and she replied badly. He stood up and took her hand and together they walked towards the room. I lay there thinking I wasn't invited . But after about half an hour I couldn't wait any longer so I headed to the room too. I stood outside our room door for several minutes before getting the nerve to swipe the key card. I eased the door open and stepped in, the room seemed dark. We both knew it probably wouldn’t happen, but there was a real chance it would. And that seemed to make a difference.Where the guilt about Emmy came from actually had little or nothing to do with Emmy; it came from hurting Angie. I wondered, though, if that feeling was really warranted. After the revelations of the previous weekend, and the change in the situation with Angie, the guilt really shouldn’t be applied to Emmy. It wasn’t her fault, and I hadn’t done anything wrong, except perhaps, in.