"Try," Brad ordered.He set a glass of orange juice and a plate of the bacon and eggs in front of her and set a plate for himself. Amy drank all of her...orange juice but just picked at the bacon and eggs."I don't want anymore," she said.Brad finished his breakfast. He picked up the plate; silverware and glasses scraped the plates into the garbage disposal and put the breakfast dishes into the dishwasher. Amy sat in silence staring at nothing. Brad didn't speak to her knowing that she needed some. She pulled away and I told her to join Kim on the side of the pool. Beth climbed out of the pool and sat next to Kim. I got between Beth’s legs and started to kiss her inner thigh. I then moved the fabric over from her swimsuit and started running my tongue up and down her pussy. Oh how I missed the way she tasted. As I was running my tongue up and down her pussy I noticed Kim started sucking on her breasts. I then started to focus on her clit licking and sucking on it. I could feel her body. But he knew he would be wearing them again.He had let her climb over each stile first so he could ogle her cute butt, the black fabric stretched tight so he could see the outline of her panties beneath it. He’d wondered which ones was she wearing today. Those satin ones, with the rose pattern and the lacy frill? He liked those. It couldn’t be the boy shorts style (perforated black with red lace frill over the mons) as those had no visible panty line. The deep blue silk tap pants? The French. I sat thinking for a while. We were certainly not in an open relationship of any sort, but what harm could it do? “Alright, go ahead.” With that, my friend stood up, unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans. The sex talk must have been pretty arousing, because he pulled out a three-quarters hard seven-inch penis. It was nothing I hadn’t seen before over many years of friendship. We sat there for a few more seconds admiring before he zipped up and sat back down. Katie began to protest. “If Amy gets to.