Sitting down at least meant she could cross her legs and grip her thighs hard together. She hadn't found it so hard to sit still since she was a child, as she longed to rock and rub her lips against the seam of her panties to bring some relief to the aching need of her swollen clitoris.  She clenched her muscles in small pulses, closing her eyes for a moment and breathing deeply.<br/><br/>Even the air had seemed to have changed, charged with the anticipation of them all, as not one of them seem to be the slightest bit out of step.  Beth felt so comfortable and so at ease with where this was going she hardly even heard the surprise or concern of her normal controlled self's voice of caution.  It was what it was, and it was great.<br/><br/>The fabric of the sofa seemed so smooth under her thighs, and she rubbed the nap of the fabric with one finger where her hand lay between them, thinking that if George had also had to remove his trousers, how sensual it would be to do the same to his naked thigh.<br/><br/>As Vicky took off her dress, so many layers had peeled away from Beth herself that she said without thinking the thoughts in her mind, "Sheesh you're so sexy Vicky, and it is so hot us two girlies already being stripped to our lingerie. There's something about a man still being dressed and an almost naked or naked woman, don't you think?  It's the whole 'Fuck quick and hard thing', unzip and bend over.... so-o hot..."