She was about to say something, but she stopped when she saw me. She had a shocked look on her face and that look started to turn to anger as she said... "Who the fuck is this? I sent you out to get Joel, not some bar fly that you just picked up, it was supposed to be my turn to pick our partner for the threesome you selfish prick!" It was my turn to look shocked and I stammered, "Threesome? Scott didn't tell me about that." Kelly did a double take, the shocked look came back to her face as she. You seemed to just stand there looking at me? Then to my amazement I watched as you slid your hands down over your big tits and down over your belly, further they went till you reached the bottom of your skirt. Slowly you began pulling it up and over your knees. My dick twitched as more and more of your creamy white thighs came into view... Soon I had to try breath quietly as I could but my heart beat was sooooo fast and loud you must have heard it Mummy. You worked your hands under your skirt. A lemon tree was in the center of the grass, just a little off from where we were seated.Like the beer we were chilled, slowly swigging the beer and talking a whole lot of crap about our future, sex-filled, adventures we were anticipating in college. Liberated and lubricated by long neck cold beers, the conversation concentrated on two topics normal for boys on the cusp of manhood. Sex along with sports. The latter took up most of our spare time and it was what we talked about. At the back of. Mary was by no means the reluctant one, and kissed Claire with an increasing passion, her hands rubbing Claire’s breasts. Mark and I clapped as the girls broke for air, and they looked at us and laughed. They then made love in front of us, initially a 69, with tongues licking each other, and then with their hands and fingers, probing and stroking. Claire broke off and reached for the nearly empty wine bottle and poured the remaining liquid over Mary’s pussy before licking as much as she could.