“You need to lose those panties or I’m gonna rip them off you.” He grunted at me. I quickly complied. Watching my boyfriend pull his cock out of his pants and stroke it was making me very aroused…

My own nipples ache; hard stiff nubs of sensation desperate to be released into the fresh cooling air, to be taken between thumb and madly finger, to be stroked, tweaked and squeezed, to have nails run up their length, to have saliva dribbled over them, to be rubbed and caressed with flattened palm until they are shimmering wet and sensitised. Willingly would I oblige them but my hands are too busy elsewhere…

On this occasion, I was sleeping with just a pair of pink cotton panties on, which, now that I was a little more awake, were obviously wet. I looked down and noticed that they were not just wet, they were completely soaking. Nothing for it but to take them off…

With that, Ada leaned in and kissed one and then the other pectoral. He took in a deep breath as he felt her lips on his chest. He smiled and rose up off the bed a little. It did feel good and wondered what was next. Ada had looked at Libby and then she looked down at Angus’ crotch as if that was next. Libby shook her head as if to say “Not yet…”