.My friend liked to wear stylish underwear and stockings. She also enjoyed telling me what she was wearing when we were in public, and the effect that...doing so was sure to have. On one occassion we were at a bar with some friends. It was dark and noisy, but not a club and there weren't really any spots where you could really feel safe to get away with naughtiness. I knew that my friend was wearing a pair of fine lace panties - she told me when we were at the bar and later passed them to me. What a dilemma! Fuck that shit I stood up, grabbed them both by their wrists, and then took them into my bedroom. We all stripped off our clothes and got on the bed with both of the sisters side by side and me at their feet.I leaned in and slipped a couple of fingers into each of their pussies. My wife was really wet, which surprised me. I wondered if watching me eat her sister had turned her on. To test my theory I leaned into her pussy and gave her a few licks before going over to her. Anyway, since it was so hot, I put on a pair of cutoff shorts and didn't put on a shirt. I thought maybe I could join her sunbathing for awhile and get a better look. I tucked my boner in my cutoffs and zipped up as best I could and walked out of my room trying to hide my bulge.As I went outside and drew near to her, she looked up and said "You want to put some lotion on my back?" I said something like "Sure that would be really nice." She smiled and handed me the bottle, I suspect she noticed. But why would he go downstairs to use the toilet when they had an en-suite?I tried to make out the noises and movements but there were no clues, so I waited until two front door closures before I ventured out. It did feel odd to be in the villa of two of my oldest friends, who I was probably about to fall out with big time. I thought of fleeing to the airport, even going next door to Karen, but when I really thought about it I'd heard no shouting or arguing at all so maybe Dave and Claire were.