They’re halfway to this, anyway, given our little menage a trois already going on ... as to living together, let’s table that discussion until we�...�re all on the same page about everything else. I am confident that once we commit to living together as a group marriage, as a family, the details of our residence and such will matter far less. We will only care about living together and making love to each other by that point. I wonder if we could manage to locate a bed large enough for five people,. ’ I opened the door and ushered her inside. ‘Thank you so much.’ She said, hefting her bag behind her. I really should have tried to be a gentleman and get it for her, but by the time that registered on me, she was inside with her bag. ‘There’re a couple of blankets on the couch with a pillow. Right through there is my bathroom, which you are welcome to. Now, excuse me if I don’t tuck you in, but I have class in the morning.’ ‘Don’t worry about it. Go back to bed, you’ve done enough for me for. "The day before we left. On the beach. Outside." And where was your supposed girlfriend?" What could I do? I was at their cottage. I couldn't leave. I hated it," I told sis, a semi whine in my voice. In fact, although I'd been nervous as hell those few days at the cottage, worried about not only Sarah finding out but also about her dad, they'd also been extraordinarily exciting. I'd been living on the edge and I'd loved it."At dinner she'd twine her leg around mine. Run the bottom of her foot. At first I protested, knowing that the two guys in the front seat would know what we were doing. Then he began to feel me up while covering my mouth with his and I started to really get into it and even spread my legs like some kind of whore when he shoved a hand between them rubbing my pussy slowly up and down trough the material of my clothing. Jeff even managed to get my blouse open and free my tits from my bra before we reached the club. I knew that I was exposed to all of them, but I was.