As she raised her hand again I moved to give access to my rock hard nipples. She tweaked and rubbed my right nipple first then switched hands and move... to my left nipple. She maintained a grip of my hair so it was difficult to squirm. The rubbing had my nipples at full attention and she pulled me in close to feel them against her large breasts. I slipped my hands down to the hem of her top to pull it over her head. We broke our kiss and I could take in the beautiful view in front of my eyes.. I shook my head. “Oh, great! Again, I’m the designated driver for the sexmobile.” I passed it off as a joke, figuring they just wanted to make out, although clueless Jake, oblivious to my feelings about Teri, had previously told me they were fucking. Still, inside I seethed, wanting it to be me with her in the back seat… holding her, kissing her, while he drove. Or simply disappeared…I’d dealt with a lot of them touching and kissing and various other PDA’s and had no desire to be present for. I had few complaints. Mandi was 22, when girls are that age they change their minds quite a bit so I chalked the shit and moved on. We had some good times together, I let it go at that. A few months later I got a strange text from a number I didn't recognize. It said, wat u doin? Who's this, was my reply. A few minutes later their reply, Lisa.A week later we were dating. Looking back it was foolish, a menage a trois isn't the best ground to start a relationship on, but I was crazy about the. It meant our workload was good and heavy and I had less time to play innocent voyeur.But it didn’t stop completely. I learned she prefers pastels and had a wide selection of panties, often not repeating a color for seven or eight days. While I didn’t get to look as often as when we weren’t busy, I was starting to look forward to it. It was like playing a game, ‘What color would she have on today?’ I almost always guessed wrong.Today the game changed. There was something I had noticed about.