We’d been talking about our past experiences and our current personal sex lives. It’s as if Irene is a part of our home. She now feels really at h...ome, she sometimes just wears really short skirts and shorts when she comes by. She wears very provocative clothing such as tank tops and pajamas with no underwear and bra underneath (well I describe it as provocative coz she would not wear clothes like that if she’s not in her own home). One night we talked about my penis and how small it is. I was. She wanted him, and he wanted her. She climbed onto the bed slowly, her arse facing the door and breasts hanging beautifully. She leaned over him and pushed her lips against his. His fingers stroked her naked back and lead down to her bum. He could feel her nipples just lightly touching his chest as he lay back making out. Her hand moved down to unzip the jeans once again and she whispered, "I'm the best." Lottie shifted Dean's jeans and underwear down his legs to reveal his hard, throbbing. This went on for a few week-ends until one particular week-end we had a day-time storm, not that me or Beckie, or Robin, I don’t really remember or care which noticed. My bedroom door wasn’t shut and I had Beckie, or Robin on my bed “Doggie” style giving her some serious length and I had a feeling that someone was watching. I slowly turned my head, slightly, and noticed that Jazz was just peering around the door, she pulled her head back as I turned but out of the corner of my eye I knew she. ’.I replied back, ‘thanks, same here and I could make it even more fun if you want.’. The only thing I got back was a good night and smiley. I did not hear anything her until marriage night after that. Even I got busy with marriage rituals and functions.Two days later on the marriage night. I saw her again with rest of the bride’s sisters, cousins, and friends. I smiled at her as guys and girls from bride’s and groom’s side bickered with each other. She was not wearing her green gown as I had.