I sighed and climbed out of bed, washed my face and as I was pulling my jeans on my phone beeped, picking it up I read the text from Jo – “Breakfast will be ready down here in 15, you are most welcome to join us…..if you promise to behave!!”…finishing with a smiling blushing emoji. As a distraction, I said, “I reckoned you would tell Sam that we fucked, I was pretty nervous having breakfast with you both….was half expecting she might throw a knife or something at me!” Jo giggled, “I thought you seemed a bit uncomfortable….did you like what she was wearing?” she added mischievously. Abby was wearing a threadbare baggy singlet that was fighting a losing battle to cover her charms, the neckline hung low, the top halves of her firm titties in plain sight, with her puffy nipples being the only impediment to the neckline falling any further….besides the fact that it was so thin that I could make out the bottom halves of her tits anyway…and I concluded the hem of her singlet was only about 3 or 4 inches below her tight
