Betsy lifted her head slightly, closed her eyes and waited. The wait was minuscule, just the time it would take a keen woman to think, ‘Should I?’... Warm, soft and very tentative lips touched Betsy’s. Betsy swung her left hand up and around, to hold it against the back of Matilda’s head as an open invitation to prolong the kiss if she wished. Matilda remained where she was, her softness pressing into Betsy’s back. Betsy was unworried – she would ride with the flow, it Matilda hungered for. I could leave her there and go back to the pub. I made sure she was snuggly covered over with the duvet and turned to leave when she said something in a plaintive voice that was too soft for me to decipher. I assumed that she was trying to say sorry, so I turned back and smiled down at her.“It's okay,” I told her, “it’s been no trouble.”As I turned to leave once more there came the same pleading voice. This time I heard it more clearly but wasn’t really sure. I turned back to face her and moved. I quickly looked next to me to make sure Liz was still sleeping. Thankfully, she hadn’t budged. As quickly as she had come in, Anna had crept back out the bedroom door, closing it quietly behind her. I was in complete and total disbelief of the events that had just taken place. Laying next to my wife, covered in cum with her friend’s pussy juices still drying on my cock, I didn’t know what to do.Quietly and carefully, I got out of bed and crept to my pile of dirty laundry and grabbed a t-shirt. Still, she continued explaining to me the events of that night.Anika: I woke up to some low-moaning noise in the night. I realized it was my horny sister who was moaning. I guessed, as usual, she was fingering herself thinking of you. But as time passed, I realized the level of intensity in her moans was different today, and something was strange. This made me curious.Me: You can recognize the intensity of your sister’s moaning? That’s strange.Anika got up from the couch, pushed me back on the.