We could safley speak under our breaths, "What is it?" I asked. He said "Candice is talking in her sleep." "Okay, what does that have to do with me, w...y is it important, and why did you wake me up?" I asked somewhat hastily. "Just come and see for yourself." He walked towards his room before I could respond. The door was slightly ajar and I could see clearly into the room now my eyes had adjusted to the night. Candice was laying on her back, topless with a pair of boyshorts on, her nipples were. Not only that, but her left shoulder strap had fallen down her arm so that I could see his hand cupping her breast. Neither seemed to be trying to hide anything and I found I was enjoying watching, which really surprised me.Fred took his hand off her breast to rub his nose, leaving her breast exposed and then casually put it back onto her breast again. Karen didn't react at all, seemingly happy to let him fondle her, although she did glance at me several times to see how I was reacting."Your. "Giggle. "That's why..."I sighed. "You still have a sense of humor." And very tender nipples, but in a whole lot less playful direction." We can skip the nipples, then," I said."But this. I miss this. Really do." A nice, gentle..."She kissed me. "Yes, we'll start off gentle. But if I lose control..."My fingers gently explored those luscious folds, wet and getting wetter. "Whatever happened to foreplay," I asked."Maybe we can do foreplay later. I've been thinking about this all day. Thought I'd. You look great in it." he shot back.Looking at him, I thanked him for the compliment. It was obvious that he was checking me out. Guess what, I was starting to get that tingle.As I sat back down, regaining my composure, he sat next to me. We spent the next couple of hours talking about nothing in particular. The more wine we drank, the more flirty the conversation became. After a while, I excused myself to go use the restroom. I stumbled a little as I stood...effects of the wine. Not bothering.