'Yes, please.'Silver obeyed, carefully folding her clothes into neat squares and arranging them on the seat of the adjacent chair. When it - she - was...naked, she resumed her former pose, this time affecting an almost subliminal shudder of modesty. Tony, his drink forgotten, stood up and slowly paced around her, inspecting her chassis like a vintage car - or at least, the silver hood ornament. Firm-looking breasts, twin cheeks tight enough to crack walnuts, even a trimmed and groomed delta of. As time passed, there were less and less pleas and curses from the women and more and more moans that came out of them, mixed within were some delight screamings which made her frowned and flustered, and something else building inside.Her sword slowly dipped as she felt heat building in her body, itching sensations surfacing on sensitive regions, particularly her sex, her fervorous gaze that she intended to assure the women ended up staring fervently at the orgies. As her eyes began to cloud. He pulled off his shirt and she was in heaven. In the same moments, they both felt for eachother's pants. They stood up and took the other's off, sliding them carefree down their legs. Pat ran his hands up and down Teresa's back and found the clasp to her bra. He undid the clasp and she let the straps fall down her arms. He let out a sigh as he stared at her breasts. She told him he didn't just have to stare at them, and then he was on them like white on rice.He felt them, lifted them, squeezed. I let my hand slip down her back until it was resting companionably on her rump, giving her ass a gentle squeeze.Emily shot me a quick glance before looking past me to Linda - gauging my wife’s reaction. When Linda gave the young woman a reassuring smile she relaxed - even pressing her ass firmly back into my hand.“Excellent.” I said, pulling both women into me in a soft hug. “I’ll go pour us all a glass.”I somewhat regretfully slipped out from between Linda and Emily, heading towards the.