James’s eyes grew wide; he let her finish the kiss before enquiring “What was that?”“Oh...Uh… I dunno” she stammered “I don't know why I...just did that.”She knew all too well why she did that but immediately regretted it as she saw the look on his face.“I should get you home,” he said stoutly, abruptly standing and strolling to his cabinet.Amanda nodded and gathered her belongings. ‘What have I done?’ she thought.“James….” she tried to apologise“Don't Amanda,” he said sternly, Amanda was looking. I needed to stop her or I was going to cum. I bent over, pulled her up, and told her she needed some attention too. I kissed her deeply before making my next move.I took a step away. I reached out and unsnapped her bra. I like when a girl wears a front snap because it makes it such easy access. Her tits fell out as I just pushed the bra out of the way but not taking it off. I sat on the stool, pulled her towards me, and started to kiss her plump breasts. It was a handful but I was not. She told me to give her a second to get some clothes for tonight and as she bent over her skirt rode up and her pink thong looked so good. I almost just wanted to walk up to her and just give her a smack on that ass. After she was done teasing me she gave me the bag and said she's all set for now. We all went back downstairs and watched a little tv. My girlfriend still consumed by this party was nowhere to be seen. I sat on one end of the couch with Becky next to me and Jenna on the other side. She smiled and got in the car. A few minutes later theyre driving though the peaceful Great Britain country side lanes and making pleasant small talk. As they drove, she learned the Arabian mans name is Fatin and the British mans name is Molty. They had just gotten back from the Highland Games in Dunoon, Scotland (not surprising for her since she saw Craig wearing a tartan green Kilt) Nottingham was their home, they jointly have owned a garage and service station since they graduated from.