.." He got lost for words."That would be good. What about on Friday, say two o'clock?" Yes, yes I can do that," he answered and off he went.I shut the... door and my hands were actually shaking, like some teenager on a first date. "Fuck, what have I done," I asked myself.My mouth was dry, but my thighs were moist. As I made my way upstairs I pulled off my dress. I got a large towel and laid it on the bed before taking off my knickers. I didn't know where to begin, my tits and pussy were craving. As I pulled down my trousers and took off my socks I noticed that part of her knickers were soaked. I stood up to face her, and as I did so the tip of my cock popped out at the top of my briefs.We kissed again, our hands running over each other's backs, my hands finding the clasp of her bra. We stepped apart allowing her bra to fall to the floor, freeing her beautiful, pert, brown breasts, the nipples hard and prominent. She reached out, pulled down my pants and began massaging my cock in an. ”I sat on the edge of the bed, composing myself. For a moment I was embarrassed: but as I looked at Sally and Matt I felt a thrill of excitement; they’d put on a good show, and now it was my turn. Sally handed the camcorder to Matt, and he pointed it at me. I saw the red “record” light come on.I pulled up the hem of my dress over my bare thighs until the front of my panties were fully visible. I stroked my hands up my legs, parting them as my hands reached the edge of my panties. I could feel. When she asked him, he told her.It was already late in the evening, after the two of them had an impromptu burping contest. Sleeping arrangements were easy, since Farmer had the foresight to keep the spare bedroom available. Both of them were quite tired and they decided that tomorrow was better suited to the task of "catching up"."Tomorrow" was Sunday. Both of them slept late (Polynesian food does that to many). Around 10 AM, Farmer hit the showers. Almost as an afterthought, he remembered.