We were getting dresses now with the door closed and locked just so anything like that didnt happen again we were in an awkward silence that was only ...roken by imogeons phone buzzing. Who text you? I asked with a strong sound of curiosity in my voice. sarah!! saying??? that she wants a threesome and that she took pictures and she is going to post them on facebook if we dont! I could tell that she was upset the dissapointment was written from one side of her face to the other. oh…. I struggled. Her hand slipped beneath her t shirt, she wore no bra, she had large breasts which didn’t need the extra support, her cold fingers found her tight bud and rolled it between them, playing with the erect nub making it harder so it strained for more attention which she willingly gave it, her other hand drifted downwards, under the waistband of her jeans and gently pushed aside her lace panties, her cold fingers left an icy trail which felt delicious in contrast to the heat she was feeling inside,. .I was at my friends house having a chat as i havent seen him for a quite a long time, we used to be very close we used to go on holiday together etc. So we was having a pizza and just a chat to see what hes bin upto over the months, then he gets a phonecall from his mum asking him can she pick him up from the pub as shes been out with her friends from work, now because my friend has had a drink he cant and im the only sober one there because i drove to his house. His mum knows me so i offered. "Bless their hearts," said Mark.Victoria nodded. "Just the pick-me-up we need." She raised her glass. "Here's to us, my precious husband." To us, my darling wife."They both took a sip. "Yum!" they said together.Victoria chuckled. "I think it's catching. Dickie and Wendy were doing it too. Hey, do those French windows lead anywhere?"Mark went and looked. "Yes," he said. "There are steps down to the garden. Shall we take our drinks there?"There was a beech tree with a bench seat round the trunk.