It took a moment to get it open, and when I returned, the two women were sitting, talking quietly on the couch, both bare-breasted. Sharon had removed...her bra as well."Aw," I said, "I was hoping to have Tina take that off." It was starting to dig into me," Sharon said. "It needed to go." Well," I said, "she could remove your panties. That would be really sexy."Sharon shook her head. "Not going to happen."Tina's eyes were wide, darting from me to Sharon and back."Well," I said, "how about if you. *What?* *Dont do it so fast.* He took hold of my hand and moved it slowly. *Sorry. Did I hurt you?* *No but its much better like this.* He took his hand away. I held his poor cock with a much kinder gentler grip and began pulling softly on it/ fascinated. Byrons fingers stroked up under the big black jumper and caressed my goosepimpled skin/ stroking down my back/ over my waist/ round to my belly and slowly upwards. He worked his fingers into the cup of my bra/ eased my little tit out on top of. "Here?" she giggled as she ran her nails up the sides of his stomach. Instead of answering her he spun her around and pressed her up against the wall, holding both her hands above her head with one of his. He pressed his straining bulge against her ass cheeks, which were covered with a thin silky skirt. They were on the beach, it was dusk and not as crowded as usual but every couple minutes people passed them on their evening stroll. "What if we get caught?" she breathed as he rubbed his bulge. Then she would turn away from me and go straight to sleep, shrugging off any attempts i made to hold her. One night after such an evening i checked her phone while she slept and found hundreds of messages to one particular work colleague whom i had heard her mention before. I instantly flew into a rage, woke her up, and confronted her with the messages and after arguing for a short while i left her house. A few days had passed and we agreed to meet for lunch. We met at an Italian high street.